Noble Marriage-Chapter 67 - Not Worthy of a Speck of Dust
67: Chapter 67: Not Worthy of a Speck of Dust
67 -67: Not Worthy of a Speck of Dust
Actually, she wasn’t concerned about Rong Shaoze, it was just that these events occurred around her, prompting her subconscious attention.
Suddenly, there was a noisy commotion outside, causing Lin Xinlan to frown lightly.
This was the famous Yan Mountain Villa area, known for its good security.
Normally, no one would come here, so why was there a loud disturbance outside?
“Young Madam, it’s terrible!” Old Gu ran in with a worried face and hurriedly said, “Many journalists have arrived outside, they are saying that the young master has committed murder, and now they’re blocking the entrance, insisting on seeing the young master!
Young Madam, what should we do, how could the young master have killed someone?
Should we call Madam to bring people over to calm these journalists down?”
Lin Xinlan’s eyes widened in shock, her complexion changing immediately.
Rong Shaoze killed someone…
could it be true?!
“Did they say who he killed?” she asked, rising to her feet anxiously.
“It’s a woman who was with the young master recently called Zhou Yun.
The journalists say that Zhou Yun was found to have committed suicide this morning, and that they captured footage of the young master bringing some people to Zhou Yun’s place last night, only leaving in the early hours.
They are claiming that the young master drove Zhou Yun to her death because Zhou Yun infected him with AIDS, and it was out of spite that he forced her to die…”
“Zhou Yun?!
How could it be her?”
Lin Xinlan truly couldn’t understand why Rong Shaoze would force Zhou Yun to die at this time; he needed Zhou Yun to testify for him, to prove that he had not contracted AIDS.
Forcing Zhou Yun to die would only make matters worse; he wasn’t foolish enough to do such a thing.
Recalling the way Rong Shaoze had hurriedly left that morning, perhaps he had received news of Zhou Yun’s suicide, which would explain his solemn expression.
After some thought, she immediately dialed Rong Shaoze’s phone number, which rang several times before it was answered.
“What is it?” Rong Shaoze’s voice was very low.
Lin Xinlan relayed the situation at hand, and after a moment of contemplation Rong Shaoze said, “Don’t bother with them, I have a way to make them leave soon.”
After hanging up, she instructed Old Gu, “No one goes outside, lock the main gate.
Tell the security to handle these journalists, Rong Shaoze said he has a way to get them to leave.”
“Alright!” Old Gu would comply unconditionally with any of Rong Shaoze’s wishes.
After a while, the journalists outside indeed all left.
What Lin Xinlan didn’t know was that Rong Shaoze had deliberately revealed his location to lead the journalists there.
But he wasn’t in that place at all; it was just a ruse.
…
Turning on the television, the news broadcast on B City TV station was reporting the incident of Rong Shaoze pressuring his mistress to death.
In the footage, journalists were surrounding the entrance of Rong Family’s enterprise ‘Shengjue’, braving the scorching sun just to intercept Rong Shaoze at the earliest opportunity.
Moreover, since Zhou Yun died despite emergency efforts, the police had already become involved in the incident.
Seeing this, a lean figure stepped into the living room; Lin Xinlan turned sharply, meeting Rong Shaoze’s calm and icy gaze.
He sat down beside her, glanced at the news on the television, his lips curling in a rebellious arc.
“Did you really force Zhou Yun to her death?” she asked cautiously.
Rong Shaoze glanced at her, his voice calm as water, “What do you think?”
“I think you wouldn’t force her to death at this time.
You need her to clear your name, right?”
A gleam flashed across the man’s eyes; he appreciated Lin Xinlan’s judgment, “You’re right, even if I wanted to force her to die, I wouldn’t do it at this time.”
Lin Xinlan felt startled inside; when he spoke the words ‘force to die,’ he did so lightly, always giving her the feeling that human life was worth less than a speck of dust in his eyes.
