"Okay, I understand. I'll have someone contact me and call you later." Su Ye came to his senses and responded.
"A Cheng's phone number?" Xia Ning asked after seeing him hang up the phone.
Su Ye said: "A Cheng asked me to find an authoritative hypnotist."
"Hey, I hope the truth of the matter has nothing to do with Su Ye." Xia Ning sighed and handed both her and Su Ye's coats to the servant.
"Let Ah Cheng worry about this matter." Su Ye naturally hugged her towards the stairs and asked, "Is the work of the procuratorate going well recently?"
"It's okay, I just got started."
"Don't be anxious, take your time."
As the couple talked, they went upstairs. The servant looked at the two people disappearing at the top of the stairs and couldn't help but smile. The relationship between the master and the hostess was getting better and better. They looked on as servants.
They are all happy. Unlike when they first got married, the hostess was cold and indifferent to the male master, and their servants were cautious.
…
Lantingju.
Ye Lancheng made dinner and brought it to the room, and woke up his little wife who was still sleeping. She was very sleepy and had no appetite. She didn't even want to eat her favorite braised pork when she saw it.
"What are you afraid of?" Ye Lancheng smoothed the broken hair from her forehead for her.
An Zhisu bit his lip, not knowing what to say.
No matter how much evidence pointed to her, she firmly believed that she did not kill He Sihan. But after learning that she was hypnotized in the afternoon, she could no longer be so firm. She was scared when she thought that He Sihan might have been killed by her.
Trembling all over.
"Don't think so much, eh?" Ye Lancheng didn't know what she was afraid of, so he rubbed her head and comforted her.
An Zhisu took his hand down and held it tightly: "A Cheng, what if... what if it's really me?"
"You are my wife, and this will never change." Ye Lancheng held her hand in his hand and gave her endless courage.
The tip of An Zhisu's nose was unbearably sour, and a crystal teardrop fell on the back of Ye Lancheng's hand. This man was the luck of her life.
"Don't cry. Mom is going to see you tomorrow. If you see your eyes are swollen, you will think that I bullied you. Now you are my biological child, and I gave it to you for free." Ye Lancheng raised his hand to wipe it away.
The other tears that had not fallen down her face.
An Zhisu burst into tears and laughed.
Ye Lancheng brought her the chicken shredded porridge specially made for her. There were some tonic things in the porridge, but it was not greasy at all. An Zhisu didn't have much appetite at first, but after a few sips, her appetite came back.
I also ate half a bowl of braised pork.
After eating, An Zhisu felt much better. Ye Lancheng asked her to rest for a while before taking a bath, while he went down to clean up the kitchen with the tray.
An Zhisu went to the bathroom with her mobile phone. While filling the bath water, she turned on her mobile phone and browsed the news. What she saw was Yang Xi's negative news that was overwhelming on the Internet. She searched for a while but couldn't find any negative news about herself, so she decided to enter it directly.
What I found after searching was not that it wasn't there, but that it was buried under Yang Xi's black material.
An Zhisu didn't need to think about it to know who arranged this, and her heart felt warm again. She took off her clothes and lay in the bathtub for a massage and bath, while sending a WeChat message to Song Jiaren.
An Zhisu: Beauty, didn’t Yang Xi appeal?
Yang Xi was sentenced to three years in prison and had to repay illegal gains. Given her character, it was impossible not to appeal.
However, Song Jiaren's reply surprised her: No.
An Zhisu: [Doubtful] Is she willing to go to jail?
Song Jiaren: I don’t think she would be so willing. An Tingnuan should have other ways to protect her.
An Zhisu posted an uneasy emoticon.
Song Jiaren comforted them and said: "It doesn't matter. Let's stop quietly and see what other tricks they want to play."
An Zhisu: Okay, have you eaten?
Song Jiaren glanced at Xia Jingze who was tinkering in the kitchen, and sighed and replied: Xia Jingze is doing it.
An Zhisu:!! You...
Song Jiaren quickly explained: Don't get me wrong, your husband is afraid that An Tingnuan will spread negative news about you on the Internet, so he asked us to pretend to be a couple, and then use Xia Jingze's scandal to cover it up. I am sacrificing all this for you.
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An Zhisu smiled: Oh, thank you.
Song Jiaren took the opportunity to blackmail: I don't accept verbal thanks, please send red envelopes.
An Zhisu was very smart and sent out a 666 red envelope.
Song Jiaren received it in seconds and commented: Stingy, even a wave of 666 red envelopes can't match the value of the wife of the CEO of Shengshi. Do you know that you are insulting your husband?
An Zhisu:...Enjoy your candlelight dinner.
Song Jiaren sighed, dinner was dinner, there was candlelight, and there was no shortage of red wine, but other things...hehe, she gave up hope when she smelled the smell of instant noodles wafting from the kitchen.
…
At night.
S City Detention Center.
In the afternoon, Yang Xi was transferred directly from the court to the detention center. She will stay here until the court's verdict is issued. If she does not appeal, she will be transferred to the women's prison.
Cheng Ming took care of her after she came in. She did not need to be locked in a room with ten or twenty people like other prisoners in custody. Instead, she could be locked in a small room alone and the food was better than others.
However, no matter how good the food is, Yang Xi has no appetite for it. She has been sitting on the bed blankly since she met Cheng Ming. She has been waiting, waiting for it to get dark, waiting for nightfall, but there is no sunlight or sight here.
She could only count the passage of time silently. When it was almost one o'clock, she moved slowly and took out a blade from her pocket.
The blade was secretly given to her by Cheng Ming. Zan Xin's blade was extremely sharp and could still reflect the sharp light even under extremely dim light.
Yang Xi held the blade with her right hand and placed it on her left wrist. The blade penetrated deep into the skin, and bright red blood seeped out from the cut blood vessels, like a broken water pipe, with bloody red liquid flowing rapidly.
Yang Xi seemed to feel no pain. She stared blankly at her cut wrist. More and more blood was flowing out. Her face gradually turned pale and she slowly fell on the bed, her eyes still staring at the ground.
That pool of blood.
Tick tock tick tock…
The sound of blood dripping in the quiet space could be clearly heard. Another scene appeared in front of Yang Xi's eyes. In a trance, she seemed to see He Sihan again. He fell in a pool of blood and looked at her. His eyes were stained red with blood. That's it.
At this moment, nothing could be seen except blood.
"Oops, the prisoner committed suicide. Call an ambulance. Call an ambulance quickly."
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Xi vaguely heard other sounds. She heard someone opening the iron door, heard hurried footsteps, felt someone picking her up, and heard someone calling her name, and then