Where is Duan Dongyang?
Ignoring Old Ghost's warning, I prepared to kill him. But after calling Wang Zeying, an unbelievable piece of news reached my ears: Duan Dongyang was dead.
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The murderer was Duan Dongyang's driver, a man in his forties. As he was preparing to dispose of Duan Dongyang's body, the police, who were preparing to arrest Duan Dongyang, found them.
Wang Zeying took this matter very seriously and personally conducted the interrogation.
"How did you kill Duan Dongyang?"
"It's not hot yet, I see you're sweating."
"What did you see just now?"
"Didn't you tell me not to look? You're so funny, preparing a surprise for Madam and afraid of revealing it. It's okay, I definitely won't say anything."
"You won't say anything?"
Wang Xueli watched Duan Dongyang's expression and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, I promise not to say anything. If Madam finds out even a little bit, you can fire me."
Hearing Wang Xueli's assurance, Duan Dongyang seemed to relax. Seeing that Duan Dongyang didn't press further, Wang Xueli's throat bobbed. He drove for a long time before his heart, which was about to leap out, calmed down.
Next time? Wang Xueli secretly glanced at the Coke on the rim of the cup, thinking to himself.
"Is that your Coke?"
Wang Xueli didn't know why Duan Dongyang asked that. He was so startled that he almost ran a red light. He gently applied the brakes, not daring to look back, and said with a smile, "Mr. Duan, I just bought it."
Had he been discovered? Wang Xueli thought, his heart pounding, his hands starting to tremble. However, Duan Dongyang didn't notice Wang Xueli and continued to ask, "Can I drink it?"
"This... this... I've already drunk from it."
This bottle of Coke had been poisoned, and it had indeed been opened. In the plan, Wang Xueli was supposed to unscrew the cap and hand it to Duan Dongyang. But this time, Duan Dongyang leaned over, and Wang Xueli had no chance. He quickly lied.
Unexpectedly, Duan Dongyang took it directly and said with a smile, "It's fine, I don't mind. I'll give you a bonus."
Was this a windfall, or a disaster? Wang Xueli was speechless. He watched as Duan Dongyang tilted his head back and drank the Coke. Gulp, gulp. Duan Dongyang drank more than half the bottle in one go, and his complexion improved.
"You know, I spent most of my time in America and developed a habit of drinking Coke, especially when I'm nervous. Without a bottle of Coke, I feel like I'd suffocate."
This time, Wang Xueli didn't put on a fake smile. He was sure Duan Dongyang had drunk it, and his voice turned cold, "Duan Dongyang, do you remember Wang Xiaofei?"
"Who is he?"
"My son!"
"How old?"
"Counting the days, he should be twenty-two this year."
Duan Dongyang didn't understand the hidden meaning in Wang Xueli's words. He was still trying to chat to relieve his nervousness. He asked, "Is he in school?"
"Medical university."
"Oh, after he graduates, let him come work for the company. I'll offer him a high salary..."
Duan Dongyang intended to say he would offer a high salary, but he couldn't. He clutched his throat and reached to scratch it, trying to spit out the Coke he had drunk. But the poison acted too quickly. Soon, Duan Dongyang collapsed in the back seat, his face twitching irregularly, foaming at the mouth, struggling to stand up, but held back by the seatbelt.
He thrashed like this for two minutes, Duan Dongyang lying in the back seat, breathing more than exhaling.
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Wang Xueli saw everything in the rearview mirror. He didn't show a sinister smile; instead, tears streamed from his eyes. He found a place by the roadside and stopped. Seeing the motionless Duan Dongyang, he cried, "Bastard, you don't even know who Wang Xiaofei is. You turned a perfectly good child into a lunatic and then sent him to a laboratory. In the end, you threw him in a garbage dump like a used Coke bottle. Duan Dongyang, do you know why I would go to any lengths to become your driver? It was for revenge."
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Every wrong has its cause, and every debt has its debtor. It's not that retribution doesn't come; it's just that the time hasn't arrived.
I never expected, how should I put it? Duan Dongyang would die such a karmic death.
After the interrogation, Wang Zeying kept me behind. He looked at me, his expression very troubled, "I'm sorry, child..."
"Let's talk about Duan Dongyang," I interrupted Wang Zeying coldly.
"Yes, Duan Dongyang's main research subject is dead. It was probably because of you that he modified Tang Yi."
"How did 'Ya Jing' die?"
"Suicide!"
I found it unbelievable and laughable. "Director Wang, what kind of joke is this? You're such a high-ranking official, you've been through so much. A mentally ill person who's been mad for decades, and you tell me he committed suicide? Do you think I'd believe that?"
"Tang Nan, I know you don't believe it, but that's the fact."
"Bullshit!"
I stood up, pushed my chair away, and kicked it aside. I left the laboratory without looking back.
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Old Ghost was waiting for me outside, quietly biting his fingernails like a child. I stopped in front of him and asked him seriously, "Old Ghost, 'Ya Jing' is dead?"
"Yes, died this morning."
"Did Wang Zeying tell you?"
"Yes!"
"He said it was suicide. Do you believe him?"
Old Ghost answered without hesitation, "Wang Zeying's character is trustworthy. If he says it was suicide, then 'Ya Jing' must have committed suicide."
I sneered dismissively. "Since 1989, Wang Zeying has been your pawn, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Wang Zeying has always been a good police officer serving the people. Tang Nan, I know you're in pain right now, but you can't distort the facts just because you're in pain. Think about it, the situation has developed to this point, the opponent must be extraordinary. The opponent is 'Ya Jing'!"
"The one who died was 'Ya Jing'."
"That's right, the person who died was called 'Ya Jing', but what we're talking about is a 'Ya Jing' as a means of playing chess, someone who can predict the future by seeing the past, someone who is always one step ahead. If such a person truly exists, they would be in all walks of life in this world. There wouldn't be just one."
"Take your shackles and go back to Hong Kong. Old Ghost, I'd better not have to prove that you're involved in this. If I find out you did this, we'll be enemies until death."
After saying that, I turned and left.
"Tang Nan!"
Old Ghost called out to me, but I ignored him.
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The child's funeral was the saddest. My heart broke when I bought her a burial plot.
After that, I took care of my senior sister. She woke up a few days later. Gritting my teeth, I lied to her, "Senior sister, Tang Yi is still missing. I will find her for you."
"Don't lie to me anymore."
"Senior sister..." I felt guilty and didn't know what to say.
"I saw Tang Yi on the brink of death. I should have gone with her, but you pulled me back."
"I... Senior sister..."
"Don't worry, I won't die. I... I... Tang Nan, can you hold me?"
I held my senior sister's head in my arms, and she sobbed uncontrollably, her tears soaking my clothes.
From then on, my senior sister focused on recovering and seemed to have let go. But I could always see her outside her hospital room, taking out Tang Yi's little clothes, holding them to her chest, burying her head, and her body trembling.
However, every time I opened the door, my senior sister would hide the little clothes under her pillow and smile at me.
Today was the same!
But I had already thought of a plan. I would use my entire life to make up for this mistake. I knelt on one leg on the floor and took out a prepared diamond ring, kneeling before the bed.
"Senior sister, marry me!"
My senior sister looked surprised, her eyes wide.
"Marry me, and we'll have Tang Shiyi, Tang Ershi'er, Tang Baiyi."
Hearing me say this, my senior sister lightly hit me and whispered, "Do you take me for a pig!" With that, she extended her hand, and I placed the diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
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Yu Xiaoluo returned from Europe and heard the news. Her face was full of disbelief, "You're going to marry Cao Qian?"
"Yes!"
"What about Lin Han then?"