"But, Officer, I’m not lying. That car missed me the first time, then reversed back." "Miss Lin, we have considered what you said. But at the scene, there were no other witnesses besides you, the deceased, and the driver. Without additional evidence, we are powerless."
Lin Yixun’s shoulders drooped powerlessly. She knew that mere words were not enough. No matter how much she explained, the police would not believe it was a premeditated murder.
She hesitated for a moment, deciding to approach Xing Yi’s parents, hoping they would demand the police to reinvestigate the case.
But the elderly couple seemed to have accepted the police’s findings and did not wish to delve further into the matter. To them, the cause of the accident was not important; what mattered was the outcome.
In this accident, they lost their only son and did not want to get entangled in endless disputes over the crash. They didn’t want their fresh wounds to be torn open repeatedly by the investigation.
Moreover, the driver was indeed driving under the influence.
Looking at the grief-stricken Mr. and Mrs. Xing, Lin Yixun opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word. She let her arms hang limp by her sides, filled with pain and unwillingness.
She watched helplessly as Xing Yi died tragically in front of her. Could it just end ?
No, she had to find out the truth about Xing Yi’s death. He died saving her; she couldn’t let him die without answers!
But who, who could not tolerate her to the extent that they wanted her dead?
Suddenly, a cold face flashed in Lin Yixun’s mind.
Her fingers clenched into fists, and hatred gradually seeped into her eyes. In this world, apart from Leng Yixiu, who else would hate her to the core? Who else would want her dead?
When Xing Yi’s accident happened, Leng Yixiu was abroad. By the time he learned about Xing Yi’s death, it was already five days later.
The man remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Why am I only being told now?"
"At the time, you were negotiating an important case with MT Company abroad. I didn’t want to disturb you, so..."
The man snapped his laptop shut with a "pa" sound, his voice ice-cold, "So you decided on your own and waited until I returned to inform me?"
Assistant Chen, sensing the tense atmosphere, quickly retracted his feet and lowered his head to apologize, "President Leng, it’s my fault for not considering things thoroughly."
"What fault do you have?"
"......" Assistant Chen was momentarily speechless. His boss’s thoughts were unpredictable. What did he mean by that?
The man rubbed his temples forcefully and said in a deep voice, "You may leave."
Assistant Chen, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly turned around and swiftly left the president’s office.
For a moment, the large president’s office only had Leng Yixiu in it. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down through the glass at the bustling traffic below.
The man frowned slightly, his gaze wavering, and his thin lips parted lightly, "How could this happen?"
His tone was indifferent, his voice somewhat detached, yet there was a faint trace of distress within that detachment, as if he was asking someone else, but perhaps he was asking himself.
The sudden ringing of the phone pulled his thoughts back. At the moment he heard the ringtone, a flicker of emotion crossed his indifferent, handsome face, but it was fleeting, and he quickly returned to normal.
After the phone rang three times, he slid to answer, "Hello?"
On the other end of the line, the woman’s voice was filled with intense hatred. The man wasn’t surprised; after all, she had long harbored deep-seated hatred for him. Xing Yi’s death must have added another mark against him.
The man gave a bitter smile, but it was fleeting. His seductive thin lips suddenly curved into a somewhat mocking smile, his voice low and alluring, "So, have you come to your senses?"