CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 414

The police arrived quickly to break up the fight and sternly warned, "If you fight again, we’ll have to take action."

Lu Qingyan stepped back and coldly watched Bao Yan, who he had knocked down, "He tried to attack my wife. I was only defending myself, officer."

The police were helpless and had to keep a hold on the emotionally unstable Bao Yan.

Miss Zhao, a relative of Bao Yan’s, also hurried over.

She looked at Bao Yan with pity and explained to the police, "Officer, my husband is not feeling well. Could you please let him go? I promise he won’t hit anyone again."

The police then released Bao Yan, and Miss Zhao quickly went to help him, "Bao Yan, are you alright?"

As soon as her hand touched Bao Yan’s, he pushed it away fiercely. If the police hadn’t quickly caught her, her heavily pregnant belly might have hit the ground, which could have been disastrous.

"Get away! You are also a murderer who caused Wanwan’s death. You deserve to die too."

Miss Zhao’s gentle face turned pale as she clutched her stomach, bending over in apparent pain, while Bao Yan just coldly watched her.

Even as blood trickled down her thigh, he made no move to help.

The police couldn’t stand to watch anymore and hurriedly said, "Take her to the hospital quickly!"

Miss Zhao, looking ashen-faced, turned to him and uttered a sorrowful smile, "Bao Yan, this is your child. Don’t you care about your child?"

Bao Yan’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Miss Zhao like a stranger, "Get lost, it’s all because of you that my Wanwan died! You should die, and the flesh in your stomach should die too! Everyone should die!"

Bao Yan had lost his mind.

The police quickly took Miss Zhao away, giving Bao Yan disapproving looks. After all, one person had died already; he shouldn’t cause another death, right?

Especially since this was his legitimate wife, who was pregnant and had come to see him.

Miss Zhao was taken to the hospital by the police. Bao Yan gave Lu Qingyan a cold glance and walked away.

Lu Qingyan frowned and after a moment, turned to Jiang Nanshu, "Be careful these days. I’m worried that Bao Yan might lash out at you in his madness."

"Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine," Jiang Nanshu patted Lu Qingyan’s hand reassuringly.

"You go to the office. There’s nothing more for you here. It wasn’t Miss Zhao who killed the person; it was Xu Xingwan’s accidental death."

Miss Zhao probably also wanted Xu Xingwan gone, hence her decisive payment—after all, no woman could genuinely share her husband with such generosity.

Still somewhat worried, Lu Qingyan knew Jiang Nanshu was capable and could protect herself, so he went back to the office to handle business.

After Lu Qingyan left, Jiang Nanshu received a call from Ji Ze, who reported that his mother had been hospitalized due to a cold that had triggered an old illness.

Jiang Nanshu immediately wanted to go to the hospital.

Then, a police officer stopped her, "Miss Jiang, wait a moment."

Jiang Nanshu turned around, looking at the stern-faced officer, her eyes filled with confusion, "Is there something else?"

"I have a question for you. Please answer truthfully. Do you know someone named Chu Muxi?"

Chu Muxi?

Jiang Nanshu nodded discreetly, "I know her, but not very well."

"We received a report claiming that this person has been missing for five years. According to our investigation, the last person to see her was your husband, Mr. Lu. Do you know where Chu Muxi might be?"

The officer scrutinized Jiang Nanshu’s face, observing her microexpressions.

But all Jiang Nanshu showed was puzzlement, "What? I don’t know where she is. There may be some misunderstanding. If it were my husband, the police would have surely found her by now with their capabilities."

The police pursed his lips, "Because your husband is a well-known entrepreneur in Beijing, we also find it difficult to investigate, and there is no confirmation of a disappearance. We have asked Chu Muxi’s mother, who said her daughter is fine and asked us not to interfere, so I came to ask if the missing person’s family does not pursue, we will not file a case."

Jiang Nanshu remained impassive, "I’ll ask my friends around and see if they know Chu Muxi’s whereabouts. Since no body has been found, it suggests she might still be alive."

Jiang Nanshu spoke so convincingly that even the police were taken aback.

"I have some other matters to attend to and must leave now."

She hurriedly left for the hospital.

Yet, her heart slowly turned cold.

It could no longer be hidden.

Who could the whistleblower be?

Liang Ciqiu?

Jiang Nanshu thought of him but quickly dismissed the idea.

Liang Ciqiu had known long ago, and if he wanted to report, he wouldn’t have waited five years but would have brought people to verify the crime of Lu Qingyan much earlier.

He even told her that the person was hidden by Lu Qingyan in a villa at Emperor’s Garden.

If it were Liang Ciqiu, the police would have already gone there instead of coming to her unconfirmed.

Jiang Nanshu quickly ruled out Liang Ciqiu.

Then who could it be?

Chu Muxi in Lu Qingyan’s hands was a ticking time bomb; Jiang Nanshu needed to make Lu Qingyan release her.

With a heavy heart, Jiang Nanshu arrived at the hospital.

After five years, she saw Father Ji and Mrs. Ji for the first time; both had much grayer hair and looked significantly older. Tears welled up in their eyes when they saw Jiang Nanshu.

"Silly child, how could you do such a foolish thing? Don’t you know it would worry us so much?" Mrs. Ji couldn’t help but scold.

She had cried her eyes out when she heard Jiang Nanshu had jumped into the sea and become a vegetative.

Seeing Mrs. Ji, Jiang Nanshu felt exceptionally close; she sat by Mrs. Ji’s hospital bed, her lips pursed and her eyes revealing a bit of guilt, "Mom, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again."

Having said that, she reached out and embraced her.

Mrs. Ji’s body stiffened.

It had been a long time.

A very long time.

Jiang Nanshu had not given her a heartfelt hug like she did now; back at the Jiang Family, Jiang Nanshu always seemed to have a barrier between them, always keeping a distance, even if she paid for her treatment and cared about her progress, it felt like completing a task.

But now, she felt her lively, adorable daughter, who loved to cling to her, had returned.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slowly embraced Jiang Nanshu tightly, her voice trembling a bit, "Don’t ever scare us like that again; I’m already of such an age, I don’t want to be the white-haired sending off the black-haired, it’s not okay."

Jiang Nanshu reached out to wipe her tears, "I know my mistake, and I won’t do such foolish things again."

She turned her head towards Father Ji, whose eyes were also moist, but being a man, his emotions weren’t as overt as Mrs. Ji’s.

"Dad, when are you going back?"

Hearing this, Father Ji thought Jiang Nanshu might be busy and didn’t want to delay her with them staying, so he said, "We’ll leave in a bit, you go ahead with your business, your mom and I, along with Ji Ze, are here watching over her. There won’t be any issues; we’re just here for a check-up then we’ll leave."