Volume One, Chapter 10: Shen Zhiyi Was Clearly Provoking Him!
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“A colleague on the front line has found a missing woman who fits the age profile. The higher-ups want you to cooperate in the follow-up investigation to confirm the identity of the female corpse as soon as possible.”
Jiang Ze had originally intended to persuade Bo Congnan, but with the new development in the case, he found it difficult to say more.
However, upon hearing this, Bo Congnan’s earlier suspicion toward the headless female corpse completely vanished.
He sneered coldly at Jiang Ze. “I think we’ve all been played by Shen Zhiyi. She must have learned about the headless corpse case online and deliberately had someone drop that bracelet near your house just to get your attention—she went all out with the act.”
Upon hearing Bo’s words, the Shen family suddenly understood.
Fang Lanru’s face darkened. “I said it wasn’t just a coincidence. That wretched girl must be behind this! Remember how her sly mother pulled something similar before? And yet, she’s perfectly fine! That woman’s cunning runs deep!”
Shen Yikang, as if reminded, nodded. “Indeed, it’s not that coincidental. Maybe Zhiyi is just messing around.”
I sighed silently, letting them curse me.
Even now, they still think I’m pretending.
Jiang Ze said nothing, pursing his lips as he left.
Bo Congnan sent a message to his assistant, ordering him to stop transferring money to me every month.
Beside him, Meng Xiangyi whispered in counsel, “Congnan, talk to Zhiyi properly. Cutting off her bank card—how is she supposed to live out there? She left without taking anything. What if she…”
Bo Congnan replied coolly, “That’s the consequence of her stubbornness. When she runs out of money, she’ll naturally know to come home.”
So, she’s short on money, right?
Cut off her living expenses, and with no funds, she should obediently come back begging, shouldn’t she?
If I’d known Bo Congnan thought this way, I’d have been furious enough to slap him twice.
As Bo Congnan left, he happened to pass by the Forensic Examination Center.
The door was pushed open from inside.
Bo Congnan’s gaze casually swept over the iron bed where the headless female corpse lay.
His brow furrowed slightly, his face full of disgust. He pulled Meng Xiangyi forward briskly.
“Such bad luck,” he muttered.
As they brushed past me, I couldn’t let it go.
Just a few more steps, a few more questions, and the truth could have been uncovered.
But no one cared.
I stood by the doorway, staring at the cold figure on the iron bed.
Bo Congnan, do you realize the “bad luck” you muttered about is your newlywed wife?
When will you finally recognize me?
A tall man appeared at the entrance of the forensic center.
His voice was cold and emotionless, like a rare flower blooming atop a snowy mountain.
“The examination is complete.”
Hearing that voice, I felt an inexplicable familiarity.
Looking up, I realized the person responsible for dissecting my body was none other than my sworn enemy!
Bo Bingqian said lightly, “The corpse is severely decomposed. To perform the autopsy, we need to design a plan before proceeding.”
Jiang Ze nodded. “Thank you for your hard work, Professor Bo.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Bo Bingqian turned and left.
Dressed in a white coat, his silhouette stood tall and upright.
Perhaps cursed beyond measure, I suddenly found myself glad to have been decapitated.
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At least Bo Bingqian hadn’t recognized the headless corpse as me.
I recalled our university days when we constantly competed against each other.
From the core MBA program all the way to the elective mechanical engineering courses.
Over time, we grew to detest one another, each secretly wishing to knock the other out cold.
That way, we could finally surpass the other.
Later, I dropped out due to an eye condition and chose to marry Bo Congnan.
It had been a long time since I last saw Bo Bingqian.
I’d heard his health was poor and that he eventually dropped out as well.
A mutual friend once said he was preparing to enter a medical school abroad.
Surprisingly, he succeeded and even became a professor.
I gazed long after Bo Bingqian as he disappeared down the corridor.
My former nemesis had become a better man, while my own life had come to a halt.
Had I not dropped out back then, would everything have been different?
Lost in thought, I suddenly felt my body begin to dissipate.
The surroundings started to blur and grow unreal.
Then darkness engulfed me, as if a vast void were swallowing me whole.
I stumbled forward until I fell at Bo Congnan’s feet.
Only then did I stop fading away.
I realized I couldn’t stay away from Bo Congnan for too long—if I did, I would vanish from this world completely.
Slowly rising to my feet, I looked at Bo Congnan with a mournful gaze.
Though I hated him deeply, after death I couldn’t leave his side even a step. Why must heaven torment me so?
Shen Yikang had wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but Fang Lanru insisted he sit in the back.
“You’re older; just sit with me. Let the two young ones talk.”
Meng Xiangyi sat in the front passenger seat, chatting and laughing with Bo Congnan.
They talked endlessly about the upcoming NJ International Racing Competition, with Bo Congnan speaking animatedly and tirelessly.
Anyone who didn’t know might have thought they were a couple.
Shen Yikang, forcibly pushed into the back seat, whispered to Fang Lanru, “Why did you drag me back? Zhiyi just married Congnan. Which brother-in-law gets so close to his sister-in-law? If word got out, it’d look terrible!”
Fang Lanru rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so old-fashioned. Saying a few words doesn’t mean it’s inappropriate. Xiangyi is like a sister to Congnan, just a sister. Stop thinking nonsense.”
Unfortunately, you’re mistaken.
Meng Xiangyi and Bo Congnan are far from a simple brother-sister relationship.
They’ve lost count of how many times they’ve shared sheets.
The car soon stopped at the Shen family mansion entrance.
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