The assistant young lady sneezed again, feeling as if someone was cursing her behind her back.
At first, Ruan Yaoyao couldn’t figure it out—Zhong Daqiang had personally brutally killed his own son. Such a huge matter—was the “national authorities” blind? How had he not been arrested?
Was Lu Rulan deaf?
Couldn’t she hear anything?
But as she kept reading, Ruan Yaoyao became even more confused.
Zhong Daqiang was really good at fabricating stories. He claimed that he and Su Lei were truly in love, but unfortunately, he was too busy with work. At some point, his wife developed postpartum depression. Not long after giving birth, she killed the child and then jumped off a building herself.
【……】
【Is Zhong Daqiang really that powerful, able to twist black into white with one hand?!】
【No wonder Lu Rulan was deceived later—she actually believed him?】
Not only Ruan Yaoyao couldn’t understand—Su Lei and Ruan Zhihe, who knew the Zhong family’s situation, also couldn’t figure it out. Did the Zhong family really have such influence to cover up the truth like that?
Ruan Zhihe wondered if they had overlooked something during their investigation.
Ruan Yaoyao turned to check Zhong Daqiang’s background again, flipping through it repeatedly, but still couldn’t find anything suggesting that the Zhong family had the power to “cover up” the truth.
【So what exactly happened that could twist the truth into something like that?】
【The Zhong family can afford a villa, but at most they only have assets worth tens of millions. Otherwise, when their son got married, they wouldn’t have only bought a small villa of two or three hundred square meters.】
【A villa of that size—unless it’s for investment, I wouldn’t even bother looking at it.】
【So how could a family like this influence the local authorities?】
Su Lei and Ruan Zhihe fell into a deafening silence.
So… this is the world of the rich?
Forget a two- or three-hundred-square-meter villa—even a one- or two-hundred-square-meter apartment was out of their reach.
【What exactly is wrong here?】
She kept flipping, flipping, flipping… until Zhong Daqiang had already married Lu Rulan and had children, yet she still couldn’t find any key information.
It was as if Zhong Daqiang had suddenly gained the ability of “words becoming reality”—whatever he said became the accepted truth.
Everyone who mentioned the incident afterward repeated his version.
Although she hadn’t found useful clues, at least she now knew the names “Lu Rulan” and “Lu Baojing,” so it wasn’t a total loss.
Once the female lead is found, how hard could it be to find the male lead?
As for Zhong Daqiang and Su Lei, Ruan Yaoyao refused to believe that with her watching closely, the authorities could still be deceived.
After leaving Zhong Daqiang, Ruan Yaoyao casually probed the assistant about her impression of him.
Clearly, after just that short interaction, the assistant didn’t have a good impression of a man whose wife was giving birth in the hospital while he barely showed up. She felt he was far too cold toward his wife.
Ruan Yaoyao: 【…So how did you end up falling for him later?】
Looking again above the assistant’s head, there was no “label” or anything like that. Ruan Yaoyao wasn’t sure whether the “label” hadn’t been activated yet, or whether she simply wasn’t an important character and didn’t even get one.
【But that shouldn’t be the case, right?】
【Zhong Daqiang has a label—so as his future second wife and the female lead’s best friend, how could she not have one?】
——
Su Lei felt a bit regretful. For now, she still had to “stabilize” Zhong Daqiang and couldn’t divorce him yet. But it didn’t matter—she didn’t have to go home and face that disgusting man. The hospital directly stated that her condition was special and required further observation, so she and the baby remained hospitalized.
Zhong Daqiang muttered a few complaints about how weak she was, saying that even giving birth was such a hassle, as if he regretted marrying her.
Su Lei’s mouth twitched: “……”
If you regret marrying me, then why not just divorce me?
There’s a type of man in this world like this—he can divorce you, he can abandon you, but it cannot be you leaving him. Otherwise, it wounds his pitiful self-esteem and drives him to extreme actions.
What Zhong Daqiang had done in the past couldn’t withstand investigation at all. Once the authorities stepped in, it didn’t take long to “verify” Ruan Yaoyao’s inner thoughts.
However, before Su Lei’s incident, most of what he had done fell into the realm of moral wrongdoing. As despicable as he was, he hadn’t really done anything that could be punished by law.
For the time being, the case could only be set aside while they investigated his network of connections.
The authorities also wanted to know what kind of power the Zhong family possessed that could allow them to distort the truth and escape legal punishment in the future.
Meanwhile, the assistant Lu Rulan was also placed under surveillance, and her background was investigated in order to locate the “female lead,” Lu Baojing.
Comparatively, progress on Lu Rulan’s side was much faster.
Lu Rulan, female, 26…
Her life was very ordinary. She was born into an average family, with both parents present. Their income wasn’t high, but it was enough to support her.
As an only child, she had always done well in school. After attending several training classes, she successfully got into university and later passed the interview to work at the Xu family’s private hospital.
It could be said that she herself was quite outstanding.
The Xu family’s private hospital was well-known in the industry for its excellent benefits and salary. Many medical students hadn’t even graduated yet but already had their eyes on it, hoping to work there.
The competition was fierce, and Lu Rulan’s success in getting hired proved her capability.
Because her life trajectory was simple, Lu Baojing—whom she had known since childhood—was quickly identified.
Lu Baojing, female, 26…
Unlike Lu Rulan, Lu Baojing’s family background was slightly more complicated. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and her father later remarried.
Her stepmother was actually quite kind. Even after having another child, she treated Lu Baojing well, never depriving her in terms of food or clothing, and tried to be fair.
Of course, people have their own biases.
Sometimes her stepmother would still favor her own son a little more.
But Lu Baojing was very open-minded—like a bright, sunny sunflower. She never held grudges over her stepmother’s “bias.” Instead, she treated her younger half-brother very well, always thinking of him whenever there was something good to eat or drink.
Her younger brother wasn’t bad either. He adored this older sister who doted on him, almost like a “sister-obsessed” type.
Overall, Lu Baojing had lived a very happy life.
Oh, and she also had a childhood sweetheart boyfriend—Wang Yukai. From primary school to middle school to university, the two of them had long since confirmed their relationship.
The authorities casually investigated Wang Yukai as well.
And that investigation uncovered some questionable details.
“Wang Yukai used to be a school bully?”
Ruan Yaoyao skimmed through the information but didn’t see anything particularly unusual. He seemed fairly normal—just a slightly mischievous kid who suddenly worked hard in high school, transforming from a poor student into a top student, and successfully getting into university.
Liang Shishi coughed lightly, signaling Ruan Yaoyao to keep reading.
【Oh!】
【He’s had quite a lot of girlfriends!】
【Wait, wasn’t he childhood sweethearts with Lu Baojing? After getting together with her, how is he still involved with so many other girls?】
“The landlord’s daughter, a senior from school, a female taxi driver, a manicurist… how many relationships is he juggling at once?” Ruan Yaoyao was shocked.
【The last time I saw something this outrageous was that Ma Aotian guy, right?】
【Is he planning to follow Ma Aotian’s old path?】
【A harem-type scumbag?】
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