Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“What did my husband get himself into?” Jia Qing’s wife cried. “Our son is only one, how is he suppose to live without a father?”
She was in her 30’s, shocked by the sudden news of her husband’s death.
Their child was only one and was bedridden by a serious illness. The hospital bill was already squeezing them dry, and her husband’s death may have just ruined their lives.
The atmosphere was tense, Guan Hao looked at Xiao Yuqian as she took the microphone.
“I know that the proof that we’ve provided wasn’t substantial,” Xiao Yuqian said. “Since we have most media representatives here, why don’t we invite one of the parties to tell us the whole story?”
The crowd shifted under the sudden announcement.
Which party?
He Liang?
The door flew open as a few officers pushed a man in a wheelchair into the hall.
Calling the person on the wheelchair a man was a little far-fetched. Most of his face and body was burnt by acid and covered in scars.
They entered the hall with every pair of eyes looking at the man.
“Jia Qing?” Jia Qing’s wife said as soon as she realized who it was in the wheelchair.
The man turned slowly towards his wife and looked at her. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he slowly extended his hand towards her.
“Is it really you?” Jia Qing’s wife cried in disbelief as she hugged him. “You’re alive!”
Even if Jia Qing’s face was different, his wife could still recognize him instantly.
The crowd was blown away as the “deceased” suddenly showed up.
Isn’t he dead…? This thought was going through every person’s head.
Xu Xiyan was the one that was puzzled the most. She couldn’t understand the decision that Xiao Yuqian and Guan Hao had made.
Why hide the fact that Jia Qing is alive? Everything could’ve been solved easily, Xu Xiyan thought.
Xiao Yuqian had everything planned out. The problem could’ve been settled if they brought Jia Qing out from the beginning, but a few reporters might have remained skeptical or thought they could’ve bribed him.
Bringing him out after they had shown everyone the proof they had was the best way to counter any scandals and frames.
The officers pushed him up onto the stage, and he took the microphone from Xiao Yuqian.
“I would like to apologize to everyone,” Jia Qing said. “As you all have guessed, I’m Jia Qing. I’m here today, to tell the truth of what really happened. As I’ve told the police, I’m responsible for mixing the poison with the flour.”
Jia Qing paused. Not only had his face changed, but even his voice was also different. The police had to assist him in proving his identity to everyone.
“I’ve done something unbearable, and God has punished me for it,” Jia Qing continued. “I shouldn’t have sold my soul to the demon for a mere 500,000 Yuan.”
Jia Qing explained the whole situation, including the trade between him and He Liang.
He refused He Liang at first, but he knew he needed the money for his son’s treatment.
He was the one who had mixed the poison and set up the trap. What he didn’t plan for was that the trap would fail at the right time.
