kingnovel Chapter 1202 Xingyu's Wish: Finally a Complete Judgement
Chapter 1202 Xingyu's Wish: Finally a Complete Judgement
Han Zhiyuan clenched her fists tightly, recalling those nightmarish days at the beginning, which were like a sharp knife constantly torturing her body!
"Each feeding corresponds to an increase in dosage, and each stage corresponds to an insurance policy." She spoke into the microphone, her voice trembling due to the fragility of her vocal cords during the repair period. "I discovered it by accident. He tried to do the same to Su Xingya."
The light in the interrogation room cast a cold white shadow on Yang Bin's notebook. He quickly wrote down the key words: "Beneficiary?"
"Xiao Mo." Han Zhiyuan took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in her heart. "There are seven policies in total, with a total insured amount of 80 million. The claim conditions all include 'accidental disability or death'."
"Your parents' car accident..." Yang Bin's question made the air suddenly freeze.
Han Zhiyuan dug her nails deep into her palms, and the red light of the camera flickered in her eyes, as if a time machine took her back to that day.
"At that time, because of the unhappiness between me and Su Xingya, Gu Yunqian suppressed us in the business world. My parents thought that since we were family after all, there was nothing that couldn't be settled over a meal, so they regarded it as an apology."
Yang Bin circled the word "apologize" with his pen. This word had made the police identify Gu Yunqian as a suspect.
Han Zhiyuan's confession was recorded intermittently for five hours, and Gu Yunqian was always guarding outside the interrogation room.
He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the closed door. His silhouette reflected in the glass flickered with the light in the corridor.
It wasn't until the metal door hinges turned and Yang Bin walked out with Han Zhiyuan that he lowered his arm and stepped forward.
Yang Bin took off his police hat and tucked it under his arm, tapping the file bag in his hand with his fingertips: "The confession has been recorded, and the chain of evidence is complete." He looked at Gu Yunqian, his Adam's apple moving slightly, "The car accident... will be investigated."
Gu Yunqian's throat tightened and his gaze lingered on Han Zhiyuan's pale face - finally, the look in her eyes when she looked at him became much friendlier.
"Go back and rest. I'll let you know as soon as the results come out."
Yang Bin nodded to the two of them, and when he turned around, his leather shoes made a clear sound on the ground...
In the early hours of the morning, Gu Mingcheng called, with the rustling sound of a pen scratching across paper in the background: "Yang Bin said that the chain of evidence provided by Han Zhiyuan this time is very complete, you can rest assured."
The man's voice sounded a little old and low, "Xiao Mo should be punished for multiple crimes."
Gu Yunqian looked at the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor and recalled the details in Han Zhiyuan's confession - before each crime, Xiao Mo would say to himself in the mirror, "The Wei family will not lose."
"I made an appointment with Yunhan." Gu Mingcheng suddenly said, "Let's meet before the verdict."
Yun Han was holding a Davidoff cigar between his fingers as he watched the lights of thousands of houses outside the window flicker. In the blink of an eye, the leather seats in the first-class cabin were still warm from the champagne, but it was no match for the scorching message from Gu Mingcheng on the phone screen: "The court will open at 3 pm. See you at the Su family's old house."
When the plane landed, heavy rain was hitting the glass curtain wall of Terminal 3. Yunhan walked out of the VIP channel wearing a black fisherman's hat, and the hem of his black windbreaker swept the water on the ground.
The airport TV was broadcasting the news: "Shocking! The Han couple's car accident case was retried, and the son-in-law Xiao Mo faced multiple charges..."
Yun Han listened expressionlessly as the broadcast voice was getting farther and farther away from him, and lit a cigarette for himself in the cool breeze against the rain. The moment he moved his feet, the screen jumped to "Killing wife to get insurance money".
The news of the merger of the two cases and the announcement of the verdict followed the wisp of smoke to every corner of the streets and alleys!
**Chapter 102 Three Cups of Tea in the Studio**
The blinds of Jingse's studio filtered down mottled light and shadows, and Gu Mingcheng's shadow was cut into pieces and cast on Su Jingyi's self-portrait.
The blues jazz that the person in the painting loved most during his lifetime is overflowing from the phonograph. The man's back looks a little weathered. He whispers softly to the canvas, and his fingertips stroke the watch on the person's wrist, as if the faded old dream is close to him again.
Yunhan stood outside the glass door and saw him suddenly turn his head, as if waiting for someone who didn't exist to talk to him - this was Gu Mingcheng's old habit when he was alone, as if Su Jingyi was still sitting in front of the easel, tapping his shoulder with a paintbrush dipped in oil paint.
When I opened the door, the scent of cedar and Bitan snow mixed with the aroma of turpentine hit me in the face.
There were three Ru kiln teacups on the long wooden table. The one in the middle was filled with cold tea soup, and a dried flower was sunk at the bottom of the cup. This was the tea that Su Jingyi would always brew when he painted.
Gu Mingcheng's white hair was tinted honey-colored by the sunlight. He looked at the butterfly birthmark behind Yun Han's ear and tapped the empty seat with his fingertips: "Tea tastes good only when three people drink it, so I asked you to come here."
When Yun Han sat down, his knee hit the secret compartment under the table - there was Su Jingyi's sketchbook hidden there, filled with drawings of the same person at different times, and secret love words written in pencil in the corner of a certain page.
Gu Mingcheng pushed the teacup over. Tiny jasmine petals were floating in the tea soup, just like the white chrysanthemums floating on Su Jingyi's hearse on the day of the funeral.
"I have been thinking about one question since I met you that time." Gu Mingcheng's voice was soaked with the sand of time. "Since you are the one behind many things, then Su Xingya..."
Outside the window, pigeons flew over the glazed tile roof. Yun Han looked at Su Jingyi's eyes in the self-portrait. In the pupils that were repeatedly painted with oil paint, the strokes of the word "Jing" could be vaguely seen - this was Su Jingyi's unique code, using composition to hide his thoughts.
He picked up the teacup, the tea tasted slightly bitter as it slid down his throat, and the scenes of him and Su Xingya getting along at that time kept flashing through his mind.
"What do you want to know?"
Yun Han stared at the person in front of him very seriously. He knew that when Gu Mingcheng asked this question, he already had a vague answer in his mind.
“Will you tell Yunqian that Su Xingya is still alive?”
Hearing this, Yun Han's hand paused obviously. His throat was still dry even though he had just drunk a sip of tea.
His eyes were wandering, not sure what the person opposite him had seen through, but he was just eager to hide it.
This is the main reason why Gu Mingcheng asked me to come here today, right?
Gu Mingcheng took a deep breath and took in all of Jiang Yunhan's reactions. At this moment, it didn't matter whether he spoke or not.
"I remember Jing Yi left a few records here. Do you want to listen to them while drinking tea?"
"Will you blame me if I say I'm not going to tell Gu Yunqian the truth?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Mingcheng's needle trembled when he fiddled with it. The phonograph suddenly made a crackling sound. He adjusted the needle in a hurry, and Chopin's "Nocturne" flowed again.
"Miss Su has become very unfortunate since she got involved with your Gu family. I regret all the time why I let them meet again!"
"What makes you conclude that her misfortune is caused by us?"
Gu Yunqian appeared at the door at some point, which surprised Gu Mingcheng, the organizer. Shouldn't he be in the court listening to Xiao Mo's verdict at this moment?
"How did you come?"
Gu Mingcheng turned off the music and stood in front of his son. He kept warning his son with his eyes not to act rashly, but how could he hear him?
"The trial is over, everything is over! But there is one thing I must make clear..."
Gu Mingcheng frowned upon hearing this and could only watch his son pass by him and head straight for Yunhan!
"Were you the one who sneaked into the institute? Are you spying for the Americans?!"
"Mr. Gu, you need to provide evidence when speaking!"
"He's trying to protect you!"
Gu Mingcheng's words successfully made the two of them stunned. At this moment, the two young men of similar age showed different degrees of shock on their faces!
One was curious about how he knew, the other was curious about where he got the idea from!
The sunlight penetrated the clouds at this time, illuminating the three teacups on the table. Gu Mingcheng took a deep breath and sat back in his seat. The two men looked at each other and moved over slowly.