The visual system in the room switched on, presenting a clear image: it was Yan Xixi, lazily leaning over the railing on the second floor and looking down. Although her forehead was bandaged, she was clearly alive and in good spirits. Her clothes were tidy, and she appeared clean and alert.
She was leaning over the railing, her hand outstretched, as if she wanted to touch the high chandelier or say sothing to the cleaning lady downstairs. She didn’t look desperate or haggard at all; instead, she exhibited the playful and lively spirit of a child.
If not for the bandaged injury on her head, one might have thought she was living quite happily in that room.
"That’s right," Wan Donglin said. "My girlfriend did fall a few days ago and sustained minor injuries. It was just a few skin scrapes, absolutely not life-threatening. Gentlen, are you relieved now?"
The plainclothes officers exchanged glances. The subject was alive—undeniably. The video was live, completely unedited, without a hint of deception.
In the video, the woman on the railing occasionally lifted her head, her gaze focused, as if deep in thought, concentrating intently.
Indeed, no murder had occurred; it was purely a matter of a love triangle.
The leader’s expression changed. He stepped forward and said, "I’m sorry, Mr. Wan. We were presumptuous. We’ll take our leave now."
Wan Donglin replied, "Safe journey. No need to see you out."
Only Huang Xiaojue remained in the living room.
His gaze was fixed on Yan Xixi in the video, almost greedily watching her every move. But Wan Donglin waved his hand, and the visual system shut off.
He let out a long sigh, a faint smile erging on his face. Seeing is believing, after all. Luckily, Xixi, you’re safe. It’s good that you’re alive. It’s so good that you’re alive! After being on tenterhooks for so long, barely sleeping for days, finally witnessing this outco with my own eyes isn’t too bad.
Wan Donglin watched Huang Xiaojue with a slight, unreadable smile. "The DNA report you had tested was also correct; it was indeed Xixi’s. However, that only happened because Xixi was injured. In my haste to get her to the hospital, so of her blood got on the car door."
"Why was she injured?" Huang Xiaojue demanded.
"That’s none of your business," Wan Donglin retorted.
"She was injured because she desperately resisted your beastly advances, wasn’t she?!" Huang Xiaojue pressed.
Wan Donglin detected a strange glint in Huang Xiaojue’s eyes and suddenly felt extrely annoyed. That look was clearly one of triumph and confidence, as if silently declaring: Xixi loves **! So, no matter how you try to force her, she’ll never submit to you. Wan Donglin, your vile attempts are futile; you’re only making a fool of yourself.
At that mont, Wan Donglin felt an unexpected surge of jealousy. His heart itched as if scratched by a cat. It was just like when he had asked Yan Xixi for that scarf. She had adamantly refused, insisting on giving it to Huang Xiaojue instead. This pair of infatuated fools is truly loathso.
Huang Xiaojue shot him a glance and turned to leave.
As he was leaving, he saw security personnel and guards suddenly erging from both sides. Clearly, they had rushed over as soon as they heard the news.
If security at Wan Donglin’s ’golden house’ is this tight, wouldn’t the actual Wan residence be an impregnable fortress? This is exactly what I anticipated. Fortunately, I caught Wan Donglin off guard. Otherwise, even if I had managed to find a few of those rare, passionate young people still dedicated to justice to help , it would have been impossible to enter so easily and force Wan Donglin to comply.
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