Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
In this crucial moment, Song Qingchun became surprisingly steady and calm. She looked at Fang Rou silently without moving even a muscle. She was calm, way too calm considering the situation she was in. It caused Fang Rou to hesitate for a moment, and her finger that pressed the trigger halted. She paused for two seconds before pulling on the trigger with a grit of her teeth.
“Fang Rou.” Song Qingchun suddenly called her name. Her tone was level.
Since she had the gun in her hand and thus the upper hand in the situation, Fang Rou found herself kind enough to give Song Qingchun another minute to say her last words.
Fang Rou released her finger from the trigger and put the gun down beside her without hesitation. Her lips twitched with generous contempt. “What? You planning to beg me for mercy?”
“No, not that…” Song Qingchun’s tone was as serene as her expression. “Before you pull the trigger, I have something to tell you.”
So talkative even at your deathbed? But could this be another ploy or hers? This doubt caused Fang Rou to panic for a moment before she vetoed it with a shake of her head. Even if there was a ploy, so what? She didn’t expect to escape this crime unscathed; this was her last and fatal hit. Even if Song Qingchun had sent for help, they couldn’t be faster than her bullet! Furthermore, her biggest help was in Hong Kong, wasn’t he?
Fang Rou chuckled darkly to herself and raised her eyebrow at Song Qingchun. However, she didn’t say a word. Under her scrutiny, Song Qingchun pulled off the bracelet from her wrist. Song Qingchun pressed a button on it, and the quiet room reverberated with the sound of their earlier conversation.
“You’ve confessed to the full extent of your crime. I will hand over this recording to the police; even with the best lawyer, it will be useless,” Song Qingchun explained slowly as the recording drew to a close.
How could she not be angry when she heard what Fang Rou had to say? However, the ferocity of her action was not as Fang Rou predicted, a manifestation of anger, but at the end of the day, it was merely another show to urge Fang Rou step by step toward confessing all of her crimes.
Song Qingchun knew that she was Fang Rou’s ultimate target, and it was why she could come up with the plan of using herself as the bait to lure out Fang Rou. It was also why the plan had been so vehemently rejected by Su Zhinian in the first place.
Fang Rou was not a dumb person. After all, how could a person who spent years planning multiple murders be stupid?
Even though Song Qingchun only said one simple sentence, Fang Rou got the gist in less than few seconds.
“You already knew that the driver planned to harm you? You played along and got into the car to lure me out into the open?” Before waiting for Song Qingchun to answer, Fang Rou shook her head and corrected herself. “No, to be precise, you already planned this beforehand. You planned to use yourself to lure me out? In other words, you weren’t really out shopping today; it was all a show to give me a fake opening…”
