It was Jiang Fen.
She sat quietly, her made-up face as young and exquisite as when she left Jing City.
But she seemed different from the eloquent Aunt Jiang in memory.
Perhaps sensing someone looking at her, she slightly lifted her head to meet Lin Zhiyi’s gaze from outside the door.
Her eyes were filled with the weariness of life, lacking the spirited look that Liu He spoke of from making a fortune.
After all, Liu He had dealt with so many wealthy ladies; it was impossible for her to be deceived by such eyes.
As Lin Zhiyi tried to get a clearer look, the police closed the door.
She could only hasten her steps to catch up with Gong Shiyan.
"Uncle, wait a moment."
"What’s wrong?" Gong Shiyan seemed somewhat anxious.
"Uncle, could you please check on Aunt Jiang? I mean, things about her before she returned to Jing City."
Lin Zhiyi thought Jiang Fen from just now was very strange.
Gong Shiyan was about to nod when he was interrupted by Sang Li’s voice.
"No need to check, she’s dying." Sang Li’s expression was tense as he passed on Jiang Fen’s information, "Terminal liver cancer, she doesn’t have long."
Lin Zhiyi incredulously accepted a thin piece of paper, which detailed everything that had happened to Jiang Fen after she left Jing City.
She thought she married well, but who knew her husband would end up losing everything.
Her son then got leukemia, she desperately made money, and as a result, she fell ill herself.
When she returned to Jing City, she turned into a sophisticated urban woman.
After all, she was once Liu He’s colleague and had seen many wealthy people’s mannerisms, which she learned quite convincingly.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips; she pitied Aunt Jiang’s life, but she could not sympathize.
Just because she was dying, did that mean she had to drag someone down with her?
She stared at the paper, pointing to the words "her son": "If we find her son, does it mean... ?"
"Zhiyi, she has no intention of leaving alive. A dying person’s words are kind, which will only lead more people to believe her framing accusations against your mother."
"So I’m just supposed to watch my mom go to jail?" Lin Zhiyi said helplessly.
It seemed as if some force was marching ahead of her, driving everything.
Gong Shiyan furrowed his brow: "There is a way to delay it though."
Lin Zhiyi eagerly asked, "What way?"
"Right now they’re accusing your mother of fraud, but if it was really an investment, then the nature of the whole thing changes," Gong Shiyan analyzed.
Lin Zhiyi caught on, "Find the project owner."
"No need." Sang Li interjected.
"Why?" Lin Zhiyi looked at him, puzzled.
"The project was just transferred." Sang Li meaningfully glanced at Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi’s eyes trembled, "Transferred to whom? Wasn’t it said that this project is almost a failed one? Who would take over such a clearly unprofitable business?"
That depends on who it is.
Sang Li pondered for a few seconds, ultimately choosing to conceal the truth.
"We currently don’t know who the other party is; rashly approaching them would only spook them. Better to start the investigation from Second Madam’s side."
Lin Zhiyi felt his analysis was correct, and nodded, "That’s true, I was too anxious."
Sang Li comforted her while casting a complex look at Gong Shiyan.
Gong Shiyan instantly understood the implication behind his words.
"Zhiyi, you and Mr. Sang go back first. I will take the lawyer to negotiate with the police. That woman surnamed Yang is clearly up to no good with her entanglement, it’s not wise to make a big fuss for now."
Lin Zhiyi recalled Aunt Yang’s look on her, too purposeful.
It felt like she was determined to drag her down.
"Uncle, we will head back first then."
"Mm."
Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li turned to leave.
Gong Shiyan immediately summoned his assistant: "Go find out where Lao San is."
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