"Why do you do this?"

A few days later, the news that the vice president of Ling's Pictures committed suicide by swallowing pills once again swept the front pages of City C. As the president, Ling Ziyue stood on the highest floor of the building, overlooking the night scene, standing beside him, facing

Expressionless, like Han Muxue from Hell.

"What why? I don't understand what you are saying."

Han Muxue shook the wine glass in her hand and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

"You are already drinking and celebrating, and you still want to act without knowing it?"

"Besides, Li Qihong has been in a state of disbelief since she came out of your private lounge that day."

"Since Mr. Ling knows, please trouble Mr. Ling and help with the aftermath."

"After all, I am now the boss's wife of the Ling family."

"To deal with Li Qihong, is that why you went through so much trouble this time and didn't hesitate to show up?"

"If you want to talk so much, would you like to come to my room tonight and talk further?"

She suddenly approached Ling Ziyue playfully, breathed out her red lips, and pressed them against Ling Ziyue's ear.

"You actually know very well that this trick is useless against me."

Ling Ziyue's tone was as cold as frost.

"What? Bai Chuchu can use this move, but I can't?"

"We both use the same face now."

"I said it before, she is her and you are you."

"If you are willing to cooperate with me, I can let you meet Xiao Liyun."

"He's dead a long time ago. It's useless for you to use him as a bargaining chip."

Her eyes darkened, she turned around and poured out the rest of the wine in one go.

"He is the only witness in the August 13 case. The prosecutor has long protected him and is in the Xinjiao Detention Center."

"real?"

Her originally hopeless eyes flickered and gained some brilliance.

"real."

"He is a special prisoner and it is not easy to see him."

"But, I can."

"Why should I trust you?"

The other party is still very wary.

"You can also choose not to believe me."

Ling Ziyue was not willing to engage in this kind of unnecessary self-evident entanglement with her.

"…………"

Han Muxue, who has always taken the initiative, chose to remain silent this time.

She left Ling Ziyue's office silently. Ling Ziyue, who had always been a teetotaler, actually turned around and poured himself a glass, and drank it dully and bitterly.

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the real Han Muxue will come, and the fake Han Muxue in the past is my best friend Bai Chuchu who died for five or six years??!"

The Wuming Cafe is closed today. Gu Yan, Lu Li, Chen Lai and Yaya Du Wanqing sat down and listened carefully to Ling Ziyue talking about something that was very magical to them.

"How is it possible? Fingerprints, identity information, everything has been compared. How could it be two people?"

"Besides, although this Bai Chuchu has some similarities with Han Muxue in appearance, there is still a big gap. Their skin colors are different. How could they be mistaken?"

After investigating Han Muxue for so long, Gu Yan, as an investigative reporter, was the first to scream when he heard such a conclusion.

This is simply the ultimate insult to his status as an investigative reporter.

"That's right, Lao Ling, are you confused? I heard that Bai Chuchu was blown to pieces. The bones were all picked up personally by the season team back then. The DNA has been compared. How can there be any mistakes?"

Lu Li also raised questions.

"Absolutely true."

Ling Ziyue tried his best to reject the public opinion and reiterated it again.

"I know these things sound ridiculous to you, but it's the truth."

"Regarding the DNA comparison data from that year, I asked Xiao Duan and others to help with the investigation. The strange thing is that the forensic doctor who did the autopsy suddenly disappeared."

"In other words, this comparative data is actually problematic."

"What happened later? Do you also doubt Lao Qin's character?"

"Is it possible that the sample data has been adjusted?"

"You have to know that Han Muxue and that Zhou Ziqi are both members of the K organization. This organization is pervasive."

"Well, taking a step back, it is possible that two people can be exactly the same, even with the same skin color?"

"How about you investigate and see if the plastic surgery industry in country H can do it?"

"Why are you putting so much effort into it? Han Muxue is so rich and beautiful, why would she fake her death?"

"Because she was the mastermind behind Ling Zhengjun's murder."

"She must use this golden cicada's method of escaping from her shell to exonerate herself."

The final inference made by Ling Ziyue shocked everyone present.

"Then why did she suddenly show up this time? Hasn't she already achieved her goal?"

"Because, I regret it,"

"you you!"

When he saw the visitor, Chen Lai, who had always been bold, stammered and became confused.

"Don't come over here. I've already called the police. The police will be here soon."

When he met a murderer for the first time, Chen Lai nervously just picked up his mobile phone on the table, but it dropped to the ground in panic.

"I met Han Zhixun in Laozhai."

Ignoring everyone's surprised, horrified, or intriguing expressions, she slowly knelt down, picked up Chen Lai's dropped cell phone, handed it to Chen Lai, and spoke slowly.

"My whole life has been ruined by the devil Han Zhixun."

"He is a poisonous scorpion who is good at hiding and disguising himself. He worked hard to hide himself in the Qin family for many years and gained power. He was also afraid of my mother and turned her into a madman.

In his heart, I am just the offspring of that poisonous woman, he is afraid of me and wants to take advantage of me."

She closed her eyes slightly, her pale eyelids trembling.

What I want to say next is like opening up my deepest scar, including my skin and flesh, bloody.

"Every night, as long as I can satisfy those customers, he will praise me, buy me a new dress, buy me a new drawing board..."

"When you go to the Han family to investigate, you must be very curious about why every room looks the same, why are there floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and why are there huge floor-to-ceiling cabinets?"

"These rooms are all connected and eventually lead to Han Zhixun's room. In this way, he can see what's on the bed through the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the bed..."

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. Okay..."

Du Wanqing really couldn't stand listening anymore. She came to Han Muxue, let her lean on her shoulder gently, and carefully wiped away her tears.

Everyone had complicated expressions and could only sigh in their hearts.

Chen Lai, who is also a woman, had been crying for a long time. She was a sweetheart. At this time, she had already come to Han Muxue, grabbed her hand, and kept saying, "I don't blame you, I don't."

It’s your fault.”

"I was in Laozhai," Han Muxue wiped away her tears and continued, "I met Han Zhixun several times. Although he was under investigation at home, he lived a very happy life abroad."
Chapter completed!