Chapter 60: The Professor's Wife-Killing Case (9)

Li Hong rushed in, shouting, "It must be Chen Guofeng who murdered my sister! That freeloading good-for-nothing just wants to get his hands on all her inheritance!"
It seemed that Li Wei's death was far from ordinary!
The mysterious, massive sums of money hidden in the flowerpots and the safe, along with the tens of millions recorded in the account books, were merely the tip of the iceberg.
The moment Li Hong saw the police recover cash and gold from his parents' flowerpots, he immediately drove over to the dance studio.
Because he suspected there would be more here as well...
"Even if he is, he still has to die!" Ling Anfeng's eyes were filled with a fierce, murderous intent; at this moment, nothing could shake his resolve.
It was a very peculiar scent, reminiscent of a newlywed bride yearning night after night for her soldier husband to return—profoundly desolate and utterly helpless.
Realizing this, the black-robed youth turned his gaze toward the audience. His eyes shifted and finally came to rest on Lin Xiao. At the same time, Lin Xiao opened his eyes as well. Their gazes met, and the profound meaning passing between them was perhaps known to only the two of them.
"The relationship between you and Ling Anfeng is truly terrible; the two of you must be keeping a mountain of secrets from each other." As for Number Seven, he always spoke whatever came to his mind. Although he knew such words were rather inappropriate, he said them anyway. Such was the very nature of Number Seven.
Qian Qian ignored him, acting as if she hadn't heard a thing, and said, "Who wants to suffer here with you? I'm going home right now!" With that, she turned and made her way toward the steps.
During the Battle of the Single-Pillar Peak, Lanyu had braved life and death for Qian Qian, nearly losing her own life in the process. How could Qian Qian possibly be unaware of such deep affection and devotion? While Lanyu was recovering from her injuries, Qian Qian tended to her with utmost care, and day by day, her affection gradually shifted toward Lanyu.
Li Junxiu naturally understood the purpose of Xu Yuan rushing up, so before Xu Yuan could even ask, he took the initiative to answer her.
Once matters were settled and the contract signed, Zhang Yadong hurried to work, preparing to clear out the items inside the room. However, he was stopped by Dr. Wang, who led Zhang Yadong out of the clinic and handed the cleanup task over to a professional cleaner.
"They've sealed off the entrance!" The second person stepped in only to instantly retreat, shouting at the sight before them inside.
A faint rustling sound reached her ears, and Ye Xiyue withdrew her hand. The room was unlit, and she realized the noise was coming from the adjoining room.
Although the strength of a Martial King realm was dismissed by ancient monsters like the Saber Ancestor and Sword Ancestor who had lived for tens of thousands of years, to Ding Hao, who was merely at the Second-Aperture Martial Disciple realm, this figure in green was a mythic existence as towering as a mountain.
Blood was smeared entirely across Ye Xiyue's hands, making it look at first glance as though she were the one who had been injured.
After dropping Jiang Yunxin off, he felt his mind in complete turmoil. For no discernible reason, he suddenly had an overwhelming urge to see Chi Yuanxia.
Shen Jiaqi took a step back, but realizing her reaction was far too obvious, she took a step forward again. Her mind was in complete chaos, and she had entirely forgotten why she had come here in the first place.
In that instant, Xia Weixi felt an impulsive urge to kick open her door, drag her out from beneath the covers, and force her to listen properly to his confession.
Though somewhat low, Xia Jingyao's voice was resonant and articulate enough to bring a deep sense of comfort to the listener. Accompanied by his story, Zhang Meng slowly closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. The warm sunlight fell upon her eyelids, and she felt her entire body grow languid and blissfully soft.
It was not that she was impervious to pain, but rather that every time she was wounded by her closest family members, her heart grew a fraction colder.
The news of Feng Wu's impending arrival at the Dugu estate was not only known in advance by Ye Xiyue, but had also reached Huang Junye long ago.
She had longed to travel, but with her heart still tethered to Xi Li, who was currently in secluded cultivation, she had no choice but to remain within the sect to continue her studies.
Zimo had actually written a letter to Physician Ziping, which surprisingly included a letter of attestation and a fingerprint-stamped affidavit from an elderly farmer in the southern suburbs of Guangyuan Commandery, proving that the fake medicine warehouse had been burned down by a Canglang scout.
Song Xianqing had inherited the supreme throne at the tender age of twenty, becoming the thirty-second emperor since the founding of the Great Chu. Like his ancestors, he ruled over hundreds of millions of subjects and an endless expanse of territory.