Mo Ziqing trusted Shan Liang quite a lot. She nodded, her expression softening. She advised earnestly, "Shan Liang, once your tax evasion is discovered, you'll not only face imprisonment but also see all your years of hard work go up in smoke."
Shan Liang sneered, "Then what are you doing now? Aren't you pushing me to a dead end?"
Mo Ziqing was speechless. She turned around and was about to leave when a strange fragrance wafted from all directions, enveloping her tightly.
The last thing Mo Ziqing saw was Shan Liang holding her, whispering tenderly, "Qingqing, don't blame me. Only when you're dead can I be safe. Go in peace. This is a colorless poison. I specially begged for it for you. Sleep..."
Mo Ziqing clearly felt the rapid loss of body heat. Her look at Shan Liang was very complicated, filled with pity, unwillingness, and nostalgia, but there was no hatred for Shan Liang at all.
After the poison entered the bloodstream, it would create the false appearance of the victim being drunk. After arranging the crime scene, Shan Liang mercilessly threw Mo Ziqing out of the window on the 20th floor.
"Okay, wake him up," Jiang Cong got the useful information and said to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan's voice was distant, reaching into Shan Liang's hazy consciousness. "Wake up. Relax your body. Open your eyes and look at me."
Shan Liang opened his eyes as if waking from a dream. The light in the private room was dim. Shan Liang glanced around, his heart skipping a beat, and all the drunkenness disappeared.
He asked bravely, "Professor Jiang... Why are you here?"
Jiang Cong just smiled without saying a word. Shan Liang's heart gradually sank.
Perhaps realizing that all was lost, he became more composed. "You all know?"
Jiang Cong raised his eyebrows non - committally, the smile on his thin lips unfathomable.
Shan Liang didn't make any excuses. He only asked, "How long will I be sentenced?"
Jiang Cong pondered for a moment and answered Shan Liang's question. "For intentional homicide and tax evasion, you'll probably spend the rest of your life in prison."
Jiang Cong didn't feel any sympathy for Shan Liang.
On the contrary, he thought Shan Liang was just reaping what he had sown. An eye for an eye was only natural. If no justice was served for the innocent dead, how could the justice of the law be manifested?
Sometimes, wrong was just wrong.
Bo Yan received Jiang Cong's order, broke into the room, and took Shan Liang away.
At the moment of walking out of the door, Shan Liang seemed to sense something. Through the crowd, he asked softly, "If one day, the person you love breaks the law, what will you do?"
Jiang Cong was taken aback. Zhang Lu had once asked him the same question.
His answer at that time was very firm. He said he wouldn't condone crime.
But now, Jiang Cong knew that Chen Er had deliberately concealed something. With his sharp intuition, he had already felt the impending storm.
If Chen Er had killed someone, what would he do?
The private room became very quiet all of a sudden, as if Jiang Cong was the only one there.
Jiang Cong leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. He took a deep breath and made his final decision. "I'll persuade her to turn herself in. The dignity of the law doesn't allow any challenge. Even if I love her very much, I can't just watch her make mistakes."
Jiang Cong said every word very seriously.
Shan Liang nodded. After a while, he sighed, "I hope you'll never encounter such a thing in your life."
After saying that, he let Bo Yan take him out of the private room.
Most of the time, we're often involuntarily. What's right and what's wrong depends only on the scale in our hearts, whether it leans towards justice or personal feelings.
It's cruel, but there's no way to avoid it.
Seeing Jiang Cong in a daze, for some reason, Jiang Wan felt a bit flustered. Jiang Cong's eyes showed a brief moment of confusion, as if he was missing someone.
This realization set off alarm bells in Jiang Wan's mind. She remembered what her father had said and said coquettishly, "Jiang Cong, now that the case is solved and there's nothing else to do, why don't we go for a drink and relax?"
Jiang Cong surprisingly nodded and agreed to Jiang Wan's invitation.
What Shan Liang had said just now had left Jiang Cong in a complete mess. He needed to use alcohol to calm his restless mood and regain his rationality.
Jiang Wan mistakenly thought that Jiang Cong was giving her a chance in disguise. Her smile became even more flattering. But because of the previous lessons, Jiang Wan was sensible enough not to take the initiative to have physical contact with Jiang Cong this time.
In the bar, people were bustling around. Young and energetic bodies were sweating freely on the dance floor. The air was filled with the smell of hormones.
Jiang Cong drank one glass after another. There was not a trace of drunkenness on his handsome face.
"Jiang Cong," Jiang Wan took the opportunity to put her hand on Jiang Cong's hand and pretended to comfort him. "Stop drinking. You've had enough."
Jiang Cong waved away Jiang Wan's boneless hand. His expression remained unchanged. He poured himself a glass of strong liquor and drank it.
Jiang Cong really wanted to get drunk, but the more he drank, the clearer he became.
Chen Er's smiling face lingered in Jiang Cong's mind. All the details of his past contacts with Chen Er were clearly arranged in front of him.
If that person was Chen Er, could he really act impartially against his own relatives?
Jiang Cong didn't dare to think about it. For the first time, he had the idea of running away. He was afraid that the final outcome would be as he had imagined.
The music in the bar was very loud, creating wave after wave of sound. Jiang Cong's phone screen lit up and then dimmed.
Jiang Cong didn't notice the abnormality of his phone. Jiang Wan, who had been paying attention to him, saw it clearly but didn't intend to remind him.
At this time, apart from work - related matters, it was only possible to be something in his private life.
Jiang Wan intuitively thought that the person calling Jiang Cong was a woman.
Driven by possessiveness, Jiang Wan started to deliberately pour liquor for Jiang Cong, claiming it was to drown his sorrows and get completely drunk.
On the other hand, in Beicheng, Chen Er called Jiang Cong three times in a row but no one answered. She was very surprised, and her worried mood spread.
Chen Er paced back and forth in the living room restlessly, constantly looking at her phone, expecting Jiang Cong to call back the next second.
Time passed by minute by minute, but there was still no news from Jiang Cong.
Chen Er was really worried and called Lan Heng.
When Lan Heng received Chen Er's call, he was still wondering. Then he heard Chen Er on the other end of the phone asking about Jiang Cong's situation. "He doesn't answer the phone? It's impossible. According to that guy's meticulousness, this shouldn't happen."
Chen Er slumped down on the sofa dejectedly and said weakly, "Yes, that's why I called you. I want to know if something has happened to him."
But Lan Heng smelled something unusual from Chen Er's words. He gave a mischievous smile and teased, "You're not in love with that guy, are you? Otherwise, why are you so concerned about him? But I think you'd better like me. After all, I'm so interesting, not like that boring guy."