Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    It was as if a cold steel needle pierced her back, causing Wen Ruan to be surrounded by a cold pain all over her body.

    But no matter how patient she is, there is still a layer of mist in front of her eyes. Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then turned her head and looked down at Tiantian.

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan held Wen Ruan's hand and clenched it tightly, then pulled her back to his side, raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and pressed it lightly on his shoulder .

    "Don't look, Wen Ruan."

    Even if you don't have to watch it, you can imagine how tragic the scene was.

    It must be a searing, shocking red.

    When Fu Zhihuan asked Wen Ruan to wait at the coffee shop at first, it was because he expected that there was a 50% probability that they could not stop Lu Kechen's plan.

    However, for Wen Ruan, what happened three years ago was always a knot in her heart, that's why she wanted to reach out and pull Lu Kechen.

    At that time, Fu Zhihuan didn't want Wen Ruan to see the possible ending.

    Wen Ruan also seemed to have guessed the reason.

    Wen Ruan bit her lower lip desperately, and in the end she couldn't hold back anymore and choked in a low voice.

    She raised her hand subconsciously, clenched Fu Zhihuan's shirt tightly, and held out one fold after another, her voice was hoarse with forbearance and self-blame: "If only I persisted a little more last night. already."

     "And just now, I could have pulled him earlier."

    An ambulance crew caught up behind him and helped Xu Binrui stop the bleeding while carrying him onto a stretcher.

    The police are also busy with separate operations, some went down to protect the scene, and some began to report to leaders and senior management.

    Sky light tore a gap in the clouds, and the sun poured in, sadly giving away the last pity, but it seemed like a ladder that could climb to heaven.

    It seems to follow it all the way up, push the layers of haze on the top of the head, and you can see a world with spring flowers blooming, blue sky and white clouds.

    Everyone says that a good girl will go to heaven.

    Before closing his eyes, Lu Kechen probably thought so too.

    Maybe you will see that she is sitting on her knees in a dream of spring, surrounded by overwhelming white, but her white teeth and eyes are even more beautiful.

    She raised her face to see who was coming, then she frowned and asked with a smile:

    "Is it better tomorrow?"

    "Well, it would be better."

    As the prosecutor in charge of this case, Fu Zhihuan was urgently called back to a meeting by the upper management after Lu Kechen's affair ended, to prepare how to respond to reporters and the public.

    Before leaving, he did not forget to explain to Wen Ruan: "wait for me at the police station after making the transcript, and I will pick you up."

    When Wen Ruan finished writing the transcript, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.

    "You are Lu Kechen's father, right? Come here with us."

    Finally, after sending his son's body to the funeral home, Father Lu came to the police station according to the procedure to cooperate with the investigation.

    Wen Ruan raised her head, but happened to be looking at the father.

    Father Lu's eyes were covered with clearly visible red blood. Compared to yesterday, his temples were even more gray. Even passers-by who don't know his identity can easily see his grief at the moment and the pain on the verge of collapse.

    He glanced in Wen Ruan's direction, his throat rolled, but he didn't say anything after all, and followed the police to the interrogation room.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, hearing the footsteps from far to near, and then the sound of the door lock colliding when the door was closed.

     "click".

    But it was as if a pair of scissors neatly cut the tight string in her mind. She felt a suffocation in her throat. She clasped her hands together and pinched her fingertips tightly. back.

    Qin Sushan also asked, why do you want to help Lu Kechen so much? Three years ago that happened long ago.

    Wen Ruan couldn't tell, but she remembered very clearly that when the two parted after the trial, the young and immature boy called out his name.

    Then, bowed deeply to herself.

    Some things just can't be staged.

    No one is not looking forward to the world at the beginning, and is not full of yearning for the future.

    Everyone wants to live well.

    "How's it going?"

    "The hospital said that the child who was stabbed by Lu Kechen is out of danger."

    "Hey, there's a lot of trouble, haven't the reporters left yet?"

    "None of them, where would those people go without digging for material?"

    Out of danger.

    This should have been a joy.

      A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

    She took a deep breath, wiped away tears with her thumb, adjusted her breathing, and tried to contain her emotions.

    At this moment, someone sat down beside him.

    Although the man was silent, Wen Ruan was still able to know who it was.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, didn't ask Wen Ruan's status, just stayed with her so quietly until fifteen minutes passed.

    "Are you done?"

    Wen Ruan finally controlled her emotions, then wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head with a smile, and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"

    Fu Zhihuan just looked at her quietly, didn't say any extra comfort, just stretched out his hand calmly and said, "Let's go, let's go home."

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on Fu Zhihuan's palm, and suddenly the tip of her nose felt astringent.

    After a long time, she laughed, nodded, and put her hand into Fu Zhihuan's hand: "Okay."

    As expected, as soon as she left the police station, countless cameras were aimed at Wen Ruan's face.

    The flashes flashed alternately, and the microphone was handed straight in front of her. The surrounding people were noisy, and there were occasional "clicks" of the camera.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to shield Wen Ruan from the microphones that almost poked her cheek.

    "I heard that you were at the scene of the crime, can you tell us about the situation in detail?"

    "As far as we know, you were Lu Kechen's defense lawyer three years ago, what do you know about him? Is he really the victim as rumored? So why wasn't it brought up in court three years ago? Was it because your investigation was wrong?"

    Wen Ruan walked forward, the repressed irritability in his heart seemed to be ignited.

    Noisy.

    "Excuse me, why did you choose to be Lu Kechen's agent three years later? Did you know something in advance? Did you expect his behavior in advance? As a lawyer , why don't you stop Lu Kechen's behavior?"

    Please.

    Stop asking.

    "Miss Wen Ruan, could you please answer our question?"

    The voices in her ears were noisy, and the endless questions surrounding Wen Ruan's ears seemed to have turned into summer cicadas and shrill screams, making her temples feel a rush tearing pain.

    The emotions that had just been adjusted were repeatedly pushed to the brink of collapse under this series of questions.

    At this moment, Wen Ruan's eyes were shrouded in darkness, and then it seemed that something was on her body, covering her tightly.

      .

    "Borrowed."

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled.

    Fu Zhihuan's hand was fiery, leading her all the way.

    The surrounding noise gradually became smaller and smaller, and the evening breeze brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead, and the tickling felt from her cheeks to her heart.

    Now I realize that he is such a gentle person.

    "Thank you."

    It was not until after getting into the car that Wen Ruan spoke softly.

    "Mr. Qin Biyang contacted the reporter."

    Fu Zhihuan did not respond to Wen Ruan's thanks, but suddenly opened his mouth and mentioned another matter to her.

    Wen Ruan was stunned, her dull eyes seemed to be ignited at this moment, she raised her head and looked in the direction of Fu Zhihuan in astonishment: "What?"

    " He said that he decided to expose Lu Kechen to the public three years ago in order to prevent Qin Wan from being humiliated, so he did not say that Qin Wan committed suicide, but admitted that it was himself Tell the reporter about the manslaughter, come to return Lu Kechen's innocence for being late."

    "Also, Qin Biyang is also going to contact Father Lu to expose his daughter's diary."

    Qin Biyang admitted to the police that he had met Xu Binrui not long ago and that they used Qin Wan's photo to extort a sum of money.

    Although three years have passed, as a father and a husband, I still cannot forget that sad past.

    Qin Biyang did think of revenge for his daughter.

    But Lu Kechen found him at this time.

    "Mr. Qin, you now have a new family who loves you and something to worry about. It's not worth it."

    Qin Biyang turned his head, looked at his wife and daughter who were watching TV with smiling faces in the house, and gave up the idea in silence.

    But I didn't expect that at that time, Lu Kechen was not a person who "let go of the past" and patiently persuaded him.

    It is he who knows that this should not be done, will eventually be done by himself. Before that, he didn't want to hurt Qin Wan's family again.

    So, when Qin Biyang saw the news, he had already guessed all this.

    "I blame myself very much. If I had guessed the signs at the time, I would have persuaded this child a few more words, and don't hold on to this face and tell him that I have forgiven him, maybe things will not change. become like this."

    So, he wanted to make Lu Kechen innocent.

    After listening to Fu Zhihuan's words, Wen Ruan's long-standing emotions surged up again, she pursed her lips, turned her head a moment later, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Well, I know already."

    The car drove all the way to the bottom of the apartment building.

    Fu Zhihuan took out the car key and glanced at the person beside him: "Aren't you going to get out of the car?"

    Wen Ruan lifted her eyes and shook her head. Although she tried her best to keep her voice calm, she still had some unavoidable tremors: "I'll sit for a while, I can get the car keys first. Give it to me? I'll lock the door later, you can go back first."

    "Good."

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at her, but didn't ask any further, put the car keys aside, turned around and got out of the car.

    The surroundings fell silent.

    The lights in the car dimmed, and the darkness enveloped Wen Ruan, as if to devour her.

     "click"

    A tear fell on the back of her hand.

    After a choked sob, Wen Ruan finally did not contain her emotions, and could put aside those forbearance and cry.

    There are many things mixed together, and at this moment, I can finally vent without reservation.

    Dark clouds and moon, dark night.

    Wen Ruan stretched out her hand and took out a few tissues, exhaled, calmed down, then cleared her throat and got out of the car.

    "Bang-"

    Seeing Wen Ruan come out, he lowered his head, twisted out the cigarette, and stood up straight.

    "You didn't leave?" Wen Ruan was stunned.

    "Hmm."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed and said, "You're still here, how could I leave?"

    The author has something to say: woo woo woo I just finished the exam this Friday, and the update may be very late these days XD!

    This chapter still draws fifty red envelopes~

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