SFTD -Chapter 114 Where Did the Tadpoles Go? (Part 11)

Liu Dong was visibly impatient, his voice no longer carrying the confidence it had before.

“Yes.”

“Does Mr. Liu know that Zhang Miaomiao was ill?”

“When I performed the autopsy, I discovered that Zhang Miaomiao was suffering from acute suppurative tonsillitis. Although she was receiving treatment, the effect wasn’t very good.

I conducted a pathological review and analyzed her symptoms.

First, she likely hadn’t been getting proper rest due to heavy workload. Second, her medication control was improper.

In her handbag, which was found in her car, we discovered roxithromycin dispersible tablets along with more than a dozen other medications. For such severe acute suppurative tonsillitis, she was using roxithromycin for treatment.

That greatly reduced the effectiveness. But it also indicates one thing—Zhang Miaomiao was most likely allergic to penicillin-based drugs, so as a second choice she had to use roxithromycin.

Yesterday morning, when you and Zhang Miaomiao were… secretly together at your home, your wife was also likely at home. She placed amoxicillin granules—your youngest son’s medication—into Zhang Miaomiao’s sports water bottle.

That is why your wife’s fingerprints were found on the bottle, along with drug residues mixed within those prints.

Don’t think that once something falls into water everything disappears. Skin oils and flakes still leave traces; fingerprints remain intact, and so do drug residues.

After leaving your home, Zhang Miaomiao still went running by the river. During that time, she drank the tainted beverage, and soon experienced an allergic reaction.

Difficulty breathing, suffocation, cyanosis, laryngeal edema, pulmonary edema, pale complexion, loss of consciousness—these were all confirmed in the autopsy. We just didn’t expect them to be caused by an allergic reaction.

Afterwards, she fell into the river. Unfortunately, Zhang Miaomiao was unlucky—upon falling into the water she struck the occipital region of her skull, instantly losing consciousness, and drowned.

I recall seeing Mrs. Liu once at Mr. Liu’s office during a biology public lecture. The concept of penicillin allergy is very simple for a biology teacher like her. She clearly understood the consequences of what she was doing.

Mrs. Liu, I wonder if I’ve missed anything?”

Liu Dong’s eyes widened as he turned in shock to look at his wife, disbelief written all over his face. After all, she had always been a considerate and understanding wife—he could never imagine she would do something like this.

Liu Dong’s gaze was filled with “why,” which made Mrs. Liu let out a cold, contemptuous laugh.

“Heh. Don’t look at me like that. At your law firm’s New Year banquet, I already noticed you two flirting and exchanging looks. A woman so strong and so promiscuous—you still went after her, and even brought her into my marital bed! Do you know how I felt?”

Liu Dong shook his head, grabbed his wife’s hand, and looked into her eyes—his gaze filled with regret and guilt.

He suddenly said quickly: “Remember, when you get to the police station, don’t say anything! I’ll figure something out—just wait for me! Trust me this once, okay?”

Mrs. Liu said nothing. She just looked at him for a moment, then turned and followed the police away.

Captain Huang felt uneasy and was about to stop Liu Dong from giving such instructions—after all, if a suspect says nothing and a lawyer gets involved, things become extremely complicated. Zhou Hai pulled him back and gave him a reassuring look, calming him down.

With the roar of the police cars, everyone returned to the Dongcheng District Branch.

Xu Biao, Fengzi, and Xiao Liang went straight back to the center. Fengzi went to retrieve the gastric contents of the deceased Zhang Miaomiao, which needed to be compared with the contents of the water bottle and the pediatric amoxicillin granules in Xu Biao’s possession. Only if all three were identified as the same substance could it be considered conclusive evidence.

The interrogation began. Captain Huang and Zhou Hai stood in the observation room next door, while Deputy Captain Wu Yiping and a female officer handled the questioning.

“Name?”

“Wang Shuqing.”

“Age?”

“42.”

“Occupation?”

“Teacher at Dongnan No. 1 Experimental Junior High School.”

“Since you’re a teacher, there’s no need to repeatedly remind you of our policies. Think it through and explain what happened.”

“……”

Wang Shuqing lowered her head and remained silent. Time ticked by minute by minute, and Wu Yiping gradually lost patience, repeatedly emphasizing the policies.

At that moment, Zhou Hai’s phone rang.

“Hello, Hai.”

“The test results are out. Just as you predicted, both the liquid in the water bottle and the stomach contents contain amoxicillin consistent with our submitted samples—same type and same batch. In addition, the unknown fingerprints on the water bottle match Mrs. Liu completely.”

“Got it.”

Zhou Hai hung up. Captain Huang looked at him anxiously.

“I’ll go in and say a few words to Wang Shuqing.”

Of course, Captain Huang had no objection. The two pushed the door open and entered the interrogation room. Wang Shuqing was startled by the sudden noise. When she looked up and saw the man who had exposed everything, she instantly became tense.

Zhou Hai flipped through the photos on his camera. When they were collecting evidence in the tea room, they had accidentally taken a photo of a child’s shoes—cute little dog patterns sticking out their tongues. Just from those shoes, one could feel the overwhelming warmth of maternal love.

He pushed the photo in front of her.

“Are these your younger son’s shoes?”

Wang Shuqing glanced at them and could not look away again. She reached out, holding the camera, tears welling in her eyes before falling drop by drop onto the interrogation table. She gently stroked the camera with trembling hands.

“He’s only two years old this year, right? Your husband is a lawyer, so I don’t need to explain the legal side to you. If you cooperate honestly, you won’t miss your child’s growth. Otherwise, there will be no trace of you in his future life. Think carefully.”

Zhou Hai took the camera back. Wang Shuqing tried to grab it, then slowly let go. She tilted her head back and let out a long sigh.

“Alright… I’ll confess.”

Zhou Hai and Captain Huang left the interrogation room. Wang Shuqing slowly began her statement.

Liu Dong and Wang Shuqing were the same age. They had built everything from scratch together. Liu Dong’s success today was inseparable from Wang Shuqing’s support.

Years of hard work and stress, combined with a late pregnancy, left Wang Shuqing exhausted. Her temples were already streaked with gray, and her skin had lost its glow. Meanwhile, Liu Dong’s career was thriving, and he himself looked younger and more energetic. Standing together, they no longer looked like a couple.

Two days before New Year’s Day, Liu Dong came home and said his law firm would be holding a New Year banquet and asked if she would attend.

Every year Liu Dong would ask, but this year his enthusiasm was noticeably absent. Wang Shuqing, sensitive as she was, suddenly felt that Liu Dong did not really want her to appear.

She asked her mother to come help take care of their sick younger son over New Year’s, then hastily accompanied Liu Dong to the banquet.

As soon as they arrived, Liu Dong introduced her as his “boss’s wife.” Many people gathered around her, but there was a striking woman in red who looked at her with obvious hostility. She even approached Liu Dong when no one was paying attention and whispered to him for a long time.

Wang Shuqing began to pay attention.

That woman was Zhang Miaomiao, a top lawyer at Yunding Law Firm. But her gaze toward Wang Shuqing earlier was unmistakable—jealousy, disdain, and disgust. When a stranger could show such emotions, there must be a reason. And clearly, her husband Liu Dong was that reason.

Wang Shuqing began avoiding the crowd and found a corner, holding a plate and watching the scene. Zhang Miaomiao was chatting and laughing with clients, while Liu Dong stood nearby smiling silently, his eyes full of admiration—and desire.

Yes. Desire.

Raw, unmistakable male desire toward a woman.

Wang Shuqing felt her heart tighten.

Could it be that her husband was also someone so unable to resist temptation?