He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 296 - 289 Changling was kidnapped Xie Shang was provoked
Chapter 296: 289: Changling was kidnapped, Xie Shang was provoked (three updates at night)
Chapter 296: 289: Changling was kidnapped, Xie Shang was provoked (three updates at night)
Xie Shang drove steadily, maintaining an almost uniform speed. Wen Changling slept through the journey and didn’t wake up even after arriving home. Xie Shang carried her into her room, changed her clothes and cleaned her up, before going outside to make a phone call.
“How did he die?”
Lin Yaoping said, “The autopsy report hasn’t come out yet.”
Today at the Gu Family’s, before dinner, Lin Yaoping had called to inform of Zheng Lvhong’s death.
The next day, Fu Ying accompanied Wen Changling to the psychological counseling room, while Xie Shang made a trip to the police station. In the capital city, March had already ushered in spring, and the temperature was slowly rising.
The autopsy report had just come out. Zheng Lvhong had not committed suicide but had been strangled with a towel. The suspect was identified as Zheng Lvhong’s fellow inmate, Huang Lie.
Xie Shang, as a lawyer and as a relative of the victim Wen Zhaoyang from the case years ago.
“Let me see Huang Lie.”
“No, we must follow the procedures.”
“People like Jiang Chengxue can’t be dealt with by the book.”
Xie Shang had checked Jiang Chengxue’s medical records from five years ago; Jiang Chengxue had antisocial personality disorder.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Yaoping still insisted on principle: “I know what you suspect, and I have my suspicions too, but we have protocols to follow when handling cases.”
Deputy Captain Zhang Qian knocked and entered: “Captain Lin.”
Zhang Qian glanced at Xie Shang.
Lin Yaoping said, “It’s fine, go ahead.”
“Jiang Chengxue has been released on bail.”
“How was this done without my knowledge? Who approved it?”
With the Wen Zhaoyang case under re-investigation, Lin Yaoping was the main officer handling the case. Zheng Lvhong had voluntarily disclosed the hidden details of the case from years back, implicating a new accomplice, Jiang Chengxue. As a co-suspect, even with Zheng Lvhong dead, Jiang Chengxue should not have been released on bail so quickly.
Zhang Qian said, “Jiang Chengxue’s lawyer presented medical records from the hospital, and it was Director Wang himself who approved the release.”
Xie Shang had heard of this Director Wang, who had been transferred from Linbei. Xie Shang exited directly, not wasting any more time there.
Lin Yaoping called out to him: “Lawyer Xie.”
He deliberately emphasized the word “lawyer.”
He hadn’t had many interactions with Xie Shang, but he had heard about the major shake-up at KE before, and he knew Xie Shang understood the law very well, knew how to use it as well as how to evade it. Otherwise, Ruyi Pawnshop, which was operated based solely on Xie Shang’s preferences and mood, wouldn’t have stood in the capital city for so many years.
He reminded Xie Shang solemnly, “We still have to follow the rules.”
Xie Shang didn’t respond. He was no longer going to play by the rules.
After leaving the police station, Xie Shang immediately called Wen Changling.
“Have you finished the consultation?”
“It’s over.”
Jiang Chengxue was already released, a ticking time bomb.
Xie Shang asked Wen Changling, “Where are you?”
“At home.”
“What about Fu Ying?”
“She’s already left.”
“Stay at home and don’t go out alone.”
“Okay.”
The afternoon had been very rough.
First, Xie Shang’s car had been rear-ended, taking half an hour to deal with, and then he got stuck on an overpass due to a traffic accident ahead, where the guardrail of the bridge was destroyed and the road was temporarily closed.
By the time traffic resumed, the sun was already setting.
As the car restarted and sped up, Xie Shang, feeling anxious, called Wen Changling again. The phone on the other end was slow to answer, ringing for more than ten seconds before connecting.
“Changling.”
The voice that responded to Xie Shang was lazy and satisfied, carrying an air of certainty, “She’s asleep.”
Jiang Chengxue hung up the phone.
The car screeched to a halt at the side of the road, Xie Shang’s hands clutching the steering wheel so hard that his fingertips turned blue.
The bomb had exploded.
Xie Shang gave himself only a moment to calm down, and then started to trace Wen Changling’s location and investigate the people Jiang Chengxue had met and the things she had done after being released on bail.
Xie Shang didn’t call the police—he couldn’t call the police, as he wasn’t sure to what extent he would go that night.
“Mr. Xie, she’s on Lotus Pond Street.”
Two hours earlier—
Wen Changling heard noise in the bedroom, thinking Xie Shang had returned, the medicine she hadn’t had time to take still in her hand. She put down the water glass and went to open the door.
The wind blew in, bringing with it a faint scent, either after-shave or men’s cologne, not strong, but piercing enough to invade one’s breath immediately. It was an overwhelmingly aggressive scent.
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Wen Changling immediately closed the door.
But her left arm was held down, and with the medication board still in her right hand, she sliced towards Jiang Chengxue’s carotid artery without hesitation. Almost at the same time, he injected a syringe into the skin of her left hand, and the liquid was pushed in instantaneously.
Too bad the plastic board holding the medication wasn’t hard enough to cut deep through the skin, let alone sever an artery.
Wen Changling lost consciousness and fell; Jiang Chengxue stretched out his hands to catch her. There was no conversation throughout the process; he told her in this way, loudly and lawlessly: I’m out.
*****
Granny Zhu was out, and there was no one else in the two interconnected courtyards. Huahua lay beside its cat bed, half a box of unfinished canned food still in the bowl.
The night was eerily quiet.
Xie Shang pushed open the door, Jiang Chengxue’s hand, holding a cup of tea, paused, and he looked up, “You’re here.” He continued drinking tea, a Bible on the table that he had flipped through a few pages of.
So hypocritical.
Xie Shang was no saint, after all, consider what he reads.
Wen Changling was lying on the bed in the bedroom, covered with a blanket. Xie Shang first checked her pulse, breathing, and for any external injuries. She looked like she was sleeping, with clear marks on her neck.
“What did you do to her?”
