He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 222 - 215 Changlings net is closing in off to hell you

Chapter 222: 215: Changling’s net is closing in, off to hell you go (second update)

Chapter 222: 215: Changling’s net is closing in, off to hell you go (second update)

Interrogation room.

Shen Ru was silent for a long time.

“If I tell everything,” she finally spoke, “can I get a reduced sentence?”

Lin Yaoping said, “We can strive for a lighter or mitigated punishment.”

Shen Ru, who was very nervous, repeatedly drank water.

“The Hooked Cymbidium flower in the medicine was added by me, but the person I intended to poison was Liu Wenhua, not Mr. Er.” Shen Ru began to choke up after only a few words, whether from regret or fear, “Mr. Er said that if Liu Wenhua was gone, he would marry me. That was the first time he promised to marry me, and I lost my mind.”

“Where did the Hooked Cymbidium flower come from?”

“I bought it at a Chinese herbal medicine shop.” Shen Ru wiped her tears. “Mr. Qin had warned me before, saying that Hooked Cymbidium and Honeysuckle were similar, but Hooked Cymbidium is toxic. He told me to differentiate well between these two medicines, to prevent the doctor from grabbing the wrong one without recognizing it.”

“Qin Qi said this?”

Shen Ru nodded, “After knowing these two herbs were similar, I had a lapse in judgment and secretly swapped the Honeysuckle in the medicine with Hooked Cymbidium. I thought, since the lady’s health was poor, as long as Mr. Er wouldn’t report it, it could be concealed and covered up. But I never expected… I never expected, by some cruel twist of fate, Mr. Er drank the medicine.”

This was too much of a cruel twist of fate.

Lin Yaoping felt something was odd but couldn’t immediately say what was odd.

“Officer Lin, could you let me see Mr. Er again?” Shen Ru wept bitterly. “It’s all my fault, I beg you to let me see him one more time.”

At this moment, at the Qin family, Wen Changling was drinking.

When something good happened, she liked to have a little drink, preferably to be slightly tipsy, because alcohol could amplify the nervous stimulation and excite the brain.

“Changling?”

She looked up, still holding her glass.

Qin Qi came out of the house and thought he had seen wrong. “Why are you drinking so late?”

The lawn lights were on, with one every few meters apart.

Wen Changling sat on a stone chair in the yard, a bottle of foreign liquor that was only half full on the table. She said, “I’m celebrating in advance.”

Qin Qi walked over. “Celebrating what?”

Celebrating your shattered dreams, falling from heaven into hell.

This should be the last time she told insincere lies in this disgusting place, “Congratulations, you’re going to be the Group CEO.”

“It’s not certain yet.”

“It’s decided, internally decided.”

Director Chen’s term was nearing its end.

At tomorrow’s board meeting, a new Group CEO would be elected by vote.

There were empty glasses on the table, Qin Qi poured himself a glass. “I only have you as a daughter, and in the future, everything I have will also be left to you.”

Wen Changling smiled without a word, toasting with her drink. When she looked up, her slender neck bones were exposed; the dim moonlight mixed with the garden lamp’s glow shone on them, revealing truly delicate and beautiful bones like exquisite white porcelain. So beautiful that one could not look away, it was enough to make one dizzy.

“You look so much like your mother.”

Both so beautiful.

“You’re confused, I don’t resemble her,” Wen Changling scoffed in her heart, how could the perpetrator not even remember the face of the victim, truly despicable.

Qin Qi replied with a question, “Is that so?” and then lamented, “Perhaps it’s been too long, I’ve gotten old, and my memory isn’t as good.”

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The next day, the ninth.

At the board meeting of Huaqi Technology, all the founding partners had to be present. Wen Changling specifically hitched a ride with Qin Qi to the company. Before they even got out of the car, they could see from a distance that the entrance to Huaqi was crowded with many people holding equipment — the media.

Qin Qi was taken aback, “Why are there so many reporters here?”

Wen Changling leaned on the car window, looking at the bustling scene outside.

She had called the reporters.

What Qin Qi had feared the most was Wen Yuan and Ah Na being exposed to the public eye, and she remembered every single account.

She turned her head and casually glanced at the Qinan Bead Bracelet on Qin Qi’s wrist, “You go in first. I’ll get out after the reporters leave.”

[You promised to expose those four people; why did you go back on your word?]

[Someone offered me a sum of money and warned me not to meddle in these troubled waters.]

[Who?]

[I didn’t see the person’s face, but he was wearing a Qinan Bead Bracelet on his hand.]

Back then, because the Tong, Zheng, Zhou, and Pang families were too powerful, Wen Yuan had no path to justice, and the police, prosecutors, and courts quietly found Ah Na guilty. After Ah Na died, his body was also dealt with quietly. If the reporters managed to expose the case and leverage public opinion to ferment the situation, shedding light on the darkness, those villains wouldn’t dare to be so brazen.

“Old Zhang,” Qin Qi instructed the driver, “pull over.”

Wen Changling said leisurely, “No need, just stop here.”

The view was good from here.

Qin Qi didn’t say anything and got out of the car. Today was supposed to be a milestone in his career, with Dragon Gate just ahead, awaiting his leap.

A reporter spotted him and called out, and soon, a swarm of other reporters surrounded him. Qin Qi was Huaqi Technology’s most sought-after CEO candidate.

The scene was too lively and chaotic, and the security personnel at the entrance hurried forward to maintain order. Just as the security was parting the crowd, Qin Qi saw two familiar faces.

They were walking through the crowd from the outside.

Qin Qi’s face changed drastically; the Dragon Gate turned into the Gates of Hell, and all his expectations were dashed in an instant.

“Mr. Qin Qi,” Lin Yaoping showed his police badge and arrest warrant, “you are suspected of an intentional murder case; this is an arrest warrant. Please come with us.”

At this very moment, the surrounding reporters fell silent.

Qin Qi’s lips turned pale, “You must have made a mistake.”

“You have the right to remain silent and can also request a lawyer, but anything you say now can be brought up in court later,” Lin Yaoping stepped forward, and with a colleague on either side, they restrained Qin Qi’s hands, “Please cooperate with our investigation.”

Qin Qi didn’t resist and turned to instruct Dai Qiu, “Tell Director Chen to postpone the board meeting.”

After that, Qin Qi was taken to the police car.

On the very day Huaqi Technology was to elect its CEO, the hottest candidate became a murder suspect, and a shocking news story fell from the sky as the media went into a frenzy snapping photos.

The wheel rubbed, and a blue flame rose from the lighter’s nozzle.

Wen Changling placed a photograph over the flame; black smoke and fire curled the photo as it burned. Her fingertips slowly heated up, she let go, and the burning photograph fell into the car’s waste bin.

In the photograph, Qin Qi’s face was turned to ashes.

She looked out the window and waved at the police car: “Take care now.”