A second chance with my billionaire husband

However, any crime must consider motive.

"As far as I know, Miss Liang’s wedding to Mr. Ruan is near. Lady Ruan is her future mother-in-law. Why would she push her own mother-in-law down the stairs? Was it intentional or accidental? What was her motive?"

Since she is soon to be her mother-in-law, it’s natural to maintain a good relationship. Otherwise, she not only won’t marry Ruan Songxi but will become his enemy. Liang Wenwan is no fool; why would she commit such an obvious mistake?

Yun Ya said expressionlessly, "According to what Lady Liang said at the time, she had a bit of an unpleasant exchange with Lady Ruan, and in a moment of carelessness pushed Lady Liang down."

Faced with such a major incident, she couldn’t smile, not even fake one, yet her coldness added a unique charm to her. Even the cool and meticulous Deng Ronghua couldn’t help but frequently glance at her, with rarely seen admiration in his eyes.

Deng Ronghua realized his lapse and quickly withdrew his gaze, resuming his professional demeanor, "Is that what Lady Liang said?"

Yun Ya nodded.

The truth was already apparent, but Deng Ronghua felt something was amiss. He furrowed his brows deeply; what exactly was wrong?

"Ordinary people would be too busy covering up such incidents. Yet Lady Liang openly points it out, truly an act of righteous condemnation." Yun Ya’s calm tone held a hint of sarcasm.

Deng Ronghua’s eyes lit up; Yun Ya’s remarks reminded him. Indeed, most would hide if their daughter accidentally pushed someone down the stairs, but Lady Liang seemed unafraid of anyone knowing, shouting it across the world—it hardly seems the act of a loving mother. This Lady Liang is quite suspicious.

"Sorry to trouble you, Miss Ji. I need to handle some matters now, I’ll be in touch if needed."

Deng Ronghua hurriedly left.

Yun Ya watched him walk away, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Aunt Zhuang and Yan Ke are deeply emotional about Zhuang Fanxing, easily blinded by appearances, believing what they see without considering alternative possibilities. But she won’t do that; she noticed Lady Liang’s suspiciousness right away, which might be linked to the Liang Family’s internal affairs.

Ruan Songxi used his influence to prevent Zhuang Fanxing’s body from being sent to the morgue. That night, she was taken from the hospital to the funeral home, dressed in new clothes, accompanied by family for a while before being sent for cremation.

Ruan Songxi knelt on the ground, continuously banging his head until it bled, his actions mechanically repetitive without pause.

Zhuang Xiyue lay over the body, crying until she fainted and woke up again, in extreme sorrow.

Yan Ke supported Zhuang Xiyue, his eyes red, holding back tears.

Yan Song stood in black clothes beside them, emanating extreme coldness.

Yellow Hair came over after negotiating with the funeral home staff, "It’s time."

Yun Ya watched Ruan Songxi, who kept knelt and sighed inwardly; the desire to care for and nurture, yet one’s parents are gone—life really has too many regrets.

As a doctor, she was accustomed to life and death, yet this moment still stirred sorrow within her. Perhaps it was the loss of a close one that evoked her grief, or maybe the empty and eerie atmosphere of the funeral hall disturbed her. She walked to Yan Song’s side, quietly holding his hand.

Yan Song pursed his lips, glancing sideways at her. The warmth in Yun Ya’s eyes suddenly melted his cold heart, suppressing the urge to embrace her, he tightly gripped her hand.

Zhu Qing ran in, stumbling, "President Ruan, the media somehow got wind of the news and is now surrounded outside the funeral home, clamoring for interviews."

Moreover, having learned that Liang Wenwan pushed Lady Ruan off the nineteenth floor leading to her instant death, the media came swarming in like a frenzy, and even the brought security guards are nearly overwhelmed.

Ruan Songxi paused his head-banging, blood streaking through his hair, making his eyes appear increasingly sinister and bloodthirsty. Zhu Qing jolted in fright, never having seen President Ruan so terrifying.

"President Ruan...." He cautiously called out.

"Get people from the security company over here; if you let in any wanderers, I’ll skin you." Ruan Songxi’s chilling voice seemed to echo from Hell.

Zhu Qing ran off, rolling and tumbling.

Yan Song gave Yellow Hair a look, and Yellow Hair caught the meaning, swiftly turning and leaving.

Ruan Songxi stood and soon brought someone in, kicking him onto the ground and dragging him a few meters away. The man whimpered, struggling to get up.

Ruan Songxi casually picked up a stick, advancing step by step toward the man, who laughed hollowly.

"Go to hell." Ruan Songxi’s eyes showed shadows and emitted a hatred capable of destroying the world, raising the stick to strike the man’s head.

The man’s head immediately broke open and bled, collapsing on the ground.

Ruan Songxi swung the stick at the man’s body over and over, each strike filled with endless hatred.

For a moment, the empty hall was filled only with Zhuang Xiyue’s grieving cries and the dull thud of the stick hitting flesh, each strike echoing in the empty hall, chilling one’s heart.

Yun Ya lowered her eyelashes, her heart desolate.

Son raising a blade against father; how eerily similar. She deeply understood her cousin’s feelings.

What kind of love, what kind of hatred had warped an individual to such a degree? And then, what was achieved?

The world’s unfortunate connections are too many; in the end, it’s often the children who suffer.

A wide, gentle hand fell in front of her eyes, cutting off everything. Yun Ya collapsed into the warm embrace, instinctively clutching his clothes tightly, whispering, "Brother Yan, we must always be good to each other...."

The world is too big; I’m afraid we’ll lose each other. Too many temptations, I’m afraid someday you’ll leave me...

Responding to her was a powerful embrace, offering her endless security.

Ruan Songxi threw the stick away, dragging the blood-soaked man to Zhuang Fanxing’s corpse, leaving behind a long trail of blood.

"I never wanted to let my mom leave with her eyes tainted, but you owe her too much. So much that you can’t repay it even in your next life. Ruan Wencheng, you’re worse than a beast. I wish I could kill you, but I won’t dirty my hands. Rest assured, you won’t die, because that’s too lenient. Open your eyes and live through endless torment in each lifetime."

Ruan Songxi grabbed his hair, forcing him closer to Zhuang Fanxing’s face: "Take a good look at this face, seek her out in your next life and atone. Even being a slave won’t redeem your sins."

The woman lay there, eyes slightly closed, as if merely asleep, her face serene and beautiful, her lips marked with a gentle smile.

Yet she emitted a pallor of death, her eyes unable to ever open again.

Ruan Wencheng’s eyes opened wide, staring blankly, as if his soul was drained.

Suddenly he let out a wail from his throat, explosive from repression and extreme pain. Amidst his blood-streaked face, his eyes filled with deadness mixed with intense emotions, he tremblingly reached out, but just before he touched her face, someone kicked him away.

"Don’t touch my mom with your dirty hands."

Ruan Wencheng collapsed like mud, eyes fixated on her direction, reaching out with a trembling hand, but grasped only a void.

"No...." A broken moan escaped his throat.