After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 96.3

The next day, perhaps because Meng Gui said something to the police, the police came to Xia Shishi to request the chat records.

Xia Shishi pretended to hesitate for a moment and then handed them over under the police’s persuasion.

The police reassured her: “We will proceed with this matter according to normal procedures. You don’t have to worry.”

Xia Shishi could only nod.

In her heart, she thought, Better do it quickly.

She continued to attend classes, remembering that she should notify Ye Murou in advance. So she texted Ye Murou, telling her what had happened and asking her to be careful around Zhou Xiaojiang.

Xia Shishi: “After this is over, you don’t have to be Zhou Xiaojiang’s assistant anymore. Just take a few months off. You can travel anywhere you want, and I’ll cover the expenses.”

Ye Murou replied after a moment: “Actually, it was me who encouraged Zhou Xiaojiang to expose the Fu Family Corporation.”

Xia Shishi was shocked: “Keeping quiet and doing something big, you truly live up to your name!”

She had thought Zhou Xiaojiang suddenly lost her mind, or that Fu Yunhan had done something disgusting to Zhou Xiaojiang privately, leading to a scorched-earth policy. She hadn’t suspected Ye Murou at all.

It had to be said that Ye Murou did a beautiful job.

Xia Shishi sent a big red packet: “Be careful. She must be going crazy now.”

Ye Murou waited for a long time before accepting the red packet.

Zhou Xiaojiang was indeed going crazy now.

When the police came with the chat records, they repeatedly questioned her about what she had said to Meng Gui and how long she had stayed by the piano after Meng Gui left.

Each question seemed to already treat her as the culprit. No matter how Zhou Xiaojiang defended herself, the police officers only exchanged glances.

This ambiguous situation was driving Zhou Xiaojiang mad.

She shouted loudly: “I didn’t do this! Don’t frame me!”

Did they know how terrible it felt to be framed?

Everyone she walked past looked at her with strange eyes, but she clearly hadn’t done this.

Now, some people already saw her as the perpetrator and Meng Gui as the victim. Everyone was sympathizing with Meng Gui.

Who would joke around with their own career?

“Where is the evidence?”

“You’ve asked me so many questions, where is your evidence?”

The police handed the chat records provided by Xia Shishi to Zhou Xiaojiang: “Considering your past record, and Meng Gui saying your expression was very wrong at the time, what were you thinking then?”

Seeing the chat records, Zhou Xiaojiang was dumbfounded.

The messages on it were all her confessions to Xia Shishi, her admitting her mistakes, and humbly begging Xia Shishi for forgiveness.

This embarrassing moment was seen by these police officers.

What would they think? They would think she was a narrow-minded person who betrayed a friend for profit and quickly groveled when the situation turned bad.

How ridiculous, how ironic.

Xia Shishi actually handed the chat records over to the police, after Zhou Xiaojiang chose her over Fu Yunhan.

That feeling of being betrayed by a friend and distrusted by everyone.

Having something she didn’t do forced upon her. Oh God, her throat started to feel sick, wanting to vomit, to throw up everything.

Zhou Xiaojiang covered her mouth, losing her voice at that moment.

She couldn’t say anything. Even if it wasn’t her, she had lost the ability to defend herself.

Seeing the police’s eyes becoming increasingly suspicious, she waved her hand, her expression helpless.

But it really wasn’t her.

“What were you thinking at the time?”

The police questioned again.

Was it the same as in the chat records?

How did Zhou Xiaojiang defend her actions of bribing Qi Xue? A moment of confusion, losing her mind, being deceived by Fu Yunhan.

So, when she was talking to Meng Gui, was she jealous of Meng Gui’s close relationship with Xia Shishi, worried that her own benefits would be snatched away, thinking it would be great if Meng Gui could never play the piano again?

Did she think that?

Zhou Xiaojiang couldn’t speak, trying desperately to open her mouth, but finally lowered her hand weakly.

Oops, she did think that.

How was she supposed to explain to the police? Say that she wasn’t that stupid, and even if she thought about it, she hadn’t planned to act at that moment, because she wouldn’t be able to get away with it.

She only thought about getting closer to Meng Gui later, and then fabricating an accident so no one would be at fault, only Meng Gui being careless.

This was her original plan.

She couldn’t say it. No matter what she said, it wouldn’t benefit her.

She was just such a bad person.

She would climb up at all costs for profit.

She just wanted to stand at the top. What was wrong with that!

Wasn’t the mistake with people like Xia Shishi and Meng Gui? They were born into good families, with countless people envying their talent. She had nothing, so what if she was ruthless!

Zhou Xiaojiang couldn’t speak anymore, and her reaction was less dramatic than before, seemingly acquiescing.

The police also fell silent, and an invisible pressure enveloped Zhou Xiaojiang. All sorts of extreme thoughts formed in her mind.

Zhou Xiaojiang was already starting to think about how to strike back at Meng Gui.

Just as she was about to come up with a plan, Ye Murou knocked on the door from outside. Ye Murou was followed by a police officer, and she said to the officers inside, “The manager asked me to take her back.”

The police officer behind Ye Murou also spoke, essentially saying the questioning was over.

Even if Zhou Xiaojiang was the one who did it, they had no evidence to confirm it.

Such repetitive questioning was also unsuitable, so it was put on hold for now.

Zhou Xiaojiang was taken back by Ye Murou, and her original thoughts were interrupted.

She sobered up. There was no evidence. No matter what others thought, she was being framed.

So there was no need to do anything harsher and put herself in a disadvantaged position.

Zhou Xiaojiang looked at Ye Murou coldly: “Don’t you hate them?”

Ye Murou carefully considered Zhou Xiaojiang’s every word and shook her head: “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You came from a mountainous area, right? Your family is so poor, it must have been very hard for you to attend school. Why don’t you hate them?” Zhou Xiaojiang couldn’t understand. “People like Xia Shishi are born to receive the best education, and even though she plays around a lot, she can still attend the best universities.”

“She doesn’t even need to study and can inherit the company in the future, earning a massive amount of money.”

“And us, we have to scramble in the mud, and what we finally get is only a fraction of what she has. Don’t you think a world like this is ugly?”

Ye Murou knew that Zhou Xiaojiang’s current state was very wrong.

There was a deep-seated resentment hidden in her every sentence.

Hatred for Xia Shishi, hatred for the world, hatred for everyone.

“I also hate Fu Yunhan. Not only do the higher-ups do a series of dirty things, but as a male, didn’t he also use his status to gain benefits from women? He could easily get that female streamer to fawn over him.”

“I hate them, but to climb up, I don’t mind getting close to them, pretending to be easy to bully, and then stepping on them!”

“What did I do wrong? This world didn’t give me anything to begin with.”

Ye Murou gripped the steering wheel, her lips tightly pressed together, and finally responded clearly.

“Yes, it was very difficult for me to attend school. To fight for the opportunity to study, I did a lot. To pass the exams and leave that place, I also put in a lot of effort. But once I got to university, I realized they didn’t have to work that hard.”

Zhou Xiaojiang showed a smile on her face because of Ye Murou’s words.

Ye Murou continued: “But I have never hated anyone. I know very clearly what I need, and my current situation is enough.”

Ye Murou involuntarily added another sentence: “You wanted to stand at the top and get close to Xia Shishi, and perhaps that’s not wrong. But why did you betray her when she had given you enough benefits…”

“That’s enough,” Zhou Xiaojiang’s eyes suddenly turned fierce. “It seems we are not the same kind of people. I must have been crazy to believe your words.”

“If it weren’t for your suggestion, I wouldn’t have fallen to this point. Associating with stupid people is self-degradation.”

Zhou Xiaojiang insisted that Ye Murou drop her off at the next intersection.

Looking at Zhou Xiaojiang’s retreating back, Ye Murou felt an indescribable exhaustion. She had thought Zhou Xiaojiang was easy to talk to, but she hadn’t expected her to be so prejudiced.

Ye Murou sat in the driver’s seat, unable to even find the strength to drive.

Recalling the events of the past, she gave a bitter smile.

Didn’t she hate? How could she not? But the person she hated, from beginning to end, was only herself. She and Zhou Xiaojiang were indeed not the same kind of people.

*

Xia Shishi was curled up on the apartment sofa. She didn’t want to look at the news during this time, avoiding her phone and TV, and instead playing games on Grandpa Wen’s handheld console.

If she couldn’t beat a level, she would ask Wen Jiao for help and watch her play.

Wen Jiao was very watchable when playing games, and Xia Shishi immersed herself in the experience, thoroughly enjoying it.

“Ah, I’ve cleared this level. Grandpa said the high difficulty wasn’t so tough after all.”

“What should we play next?”

“I think we’ve played everything.”

Xia Shishi ran down to look. She had only brought up a few games, and there were no new ones.

“What’s wrong with game developers these days? Can’t they release games faster? Why can’t they compete more!” Xia Shishi was angry.

She ran back to the sofa, planning to play through them again herself. She had watched Wen Jiao clear them, so she figured she wouldn’t get stuck this time and was ready to start the game.

Wen Jiao looked at her actions: “Actually, there’s one more game we haven’t played in days.”

Xia Shishi: “Huh? Is there?”

She had only borrowed games from Grandpa Wen for two days. What other game was there? That one called ‘King’?

Xia Shishi looked over with deep curiosity, noticing that Wen Jiao’s eyes were mischievous.

“…Forget about that game. I have something on my mind right now.”

Upon mentioning the “something on her mind,” Xia Shishi lost the mood to play games and started to slump on the sofa, giving up.

“What do you think Zhou Xiaojiang is doing now?”

Wen Jiao picked up her phone, checked the latest updates for Xia Shishi, and then gave Xia Shishi a summarized broadcast: “She once framed her friend, Miss Xia, and made a mistake out of jealousy—”

“Ruining a pianist’s dream.”