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Zhao Xiu left decisively, not taking a single cent from anyone.
The members of the project team had other matters to investigate, so they did not linger in the office. When Jiang He closed the office door, he saw Director Zhang and Teacher Zhao smiling apologetically at Wang Kun. Their attitude towards Wang Yedan had completely flipped, which was truly astonishing.
When the project team members returned to the City Bureau, Zhao Xiu and Lu Wei were preparing to transport Luben's body back. A dilapidated old van was parked in the backyard, with phrases like "Drain Cleaning" and "Leak Prevention" written on it. The van's rear compartment had been modified; the seats were gone, replaced by a pitch-black coffin.
The coffin lid leaned slightly to one side, revealing the narrow interior of the coffin.
Luben had fallen from a great height, and it was hard to tell how many bones had been broken upon impact. Although Xu Yiman had tried her best to make the body look "presentable" during the autopsy and suturing process, Luben's corpse still appeared mangled. The body might be sent to a funeral home where an embalmer would make it look more appealing, or it could be taken back to the countryside for local artisans to handle.
But the person was already dead; whether their appearance in death was beautiful or horrific mattered little to them. What truly mattered were their grieving relatives.
Luben, along with four or five relatives, placed Lu Wei's body into the coffin.
Zhao Xiu carefully looked at her child, and only after repeated urging from the driver did she finally push the coffin lid down.
She did not get out of the vehicle but sat in the trunk instead.
Old Shao looked at Zhao Xiu and suddenly asked, "You didn’t reach an agreement. You disagreed with Wang Kun’s offer of one hundred thousand, and he certainly won’t agree to your request for a ghost marriage between his daughter and your son. What do you plan to do next?"
Zhao Xiu remained silent, merely smiling at Old Shao.
The driver came over and slammed the trunk shut, smiled at Old Shao, then got into the car and started the engine, driving away into the distance.
Old Shao and Jiang He exchanged glances, both aware that things would not be so simple. Zhao Xiu was clearly at a disadvantage; she had no money or support and could not compare to Wang Kun, who had deep pockets and could easily sway school leaders. It was uncertain what Zhao Xiu would do next or how the Criminal Consultant would proceed.
Guan Deng tugged at Jiang He’s shoulder, swallowing hard. Looking at Jiang He’s face, Guan Deng managed to force out two words: "Alright." He seemed to want to say more but lowered his head shyly when he caught Jiang He’s gaze, falling silent.
However, the project team members were still surprised that Guan Deng had finally spoken up in front of everyone.
Jiang He glanced at the document Guan Deng had brought over and realized it was a family background survey that Old Shao had previously asked him to complete.
Old Shao took the document and began reviewing it one by one: "None of these families can compare to Wang Yedan's. Since Wang Yedan's parents are business owners, it's no wonder she can wear designer clothes, use expensive cosmetics, and buy various items—all of which she pays for herself. The rumors about her being kept are easily debunked."
"But not necessarily," Xu Yiman interjected while holding her phone. "Posts about Luben and Wang Yedan have already started circulating online."
A few people leaned over to look at Xu Yiman's phone, where the article title boldly read, "Infatuated Man's Son Pressured by a Woman to Commit Suicide: The Controversial Wutong Building Suicide Case."
"Let's check it out later," said Shao the Elder.
They returned from the cold outdoors to the warmth of the heated office, gathering like a group of gossip-loving aunties, eagerly reading the revelations from someone claiming to be in the know:
Anyone from Dragon City must have seen the videos circulating in their social circles last night about someone jumping off a building. I know that person; we were classmates. I can't disclose which school it was, as we were instructed to keep it confidential. It definitely wasn't a student from our school, as they fear it would reflect poorly on them. However, those who are perceptive might guess from what I’m about to say, though I won’t admit it.
Let’s talk about the boy who jumped. He had average grades but loved participating in group activities; he was actually quite an outgoing person. He was local, just from a village near Dragon City. There were girls in our class who had crushes on him, but he unfortunately fell for the girl I’m about to mention next.
We’ll call her Y for now since I can’t reveal her real name. There’s a saying online that only women know who the good girls are and who the bitches are, and this saying holds true. Y is a classic green tea bitch; she doesn’t get along well with us girls but is quite popular with the boys. I really don’t understand what they see in her.
Next, let me teach everyone how to identify a green tea bitch so that the guys don’t get fooled. Y usually dresses extravagantly and uses the best skincare and makeup products. From afar, you can smell her perfume; such girls are often green tea bitches because how else could they attract wealthy men?
Then there’s her wardrobe—it's filled with designer brands, and she never wears the same outfit twice when going out. Her bag is stocked with tissues, lipstick, perfume, and so on, as if she’s afraid others won’t realize she’s rich. Especially when she speaks softly and delicately; that’s another sign of a green tea bitch. But for some reason, guys fall for this act.
That’s about it. Y didn’t get along well with anyone in our dorm; basically no one wanted to hang out with her. When we played games or watched movies, we never invited her. She thought she was so high and mighty. Once, when we were eating spicy strips, a girl kindly offered her some, but she refused because she claimed those oily snacks weren’t for her—who knows what she was pretending for.
When it came to meals, she wouldn’t join us in the cafeteria either because she said the food was too oily for her taste; instead, she always went alone to eat at a Western restaurant. What was she trying to prove? It’s not like she has any real substance beneath that polished exterior.
Ah, men always think that girls dressed in pink and speaking sweetly are good girls. Even though we curse and smoke and drink more than many boys do, only we know we’re good girls while you boys end up getting hurt by these bitches.
The boy who jumped last night was also someone we’ll call L. About a year ago, during our second semester of freshman year, he developed feelings for Y. Coincidentally, Y and I shared a dorm while my boyfriend shared one with L.
My boyfriend often urged me to invite Y out so he could create opportunities for L and Y to interact. I had warned L before that this girl was nothing but trouble and advised him not to get close to her. But L was infatuated with Y; he couldn’t stop thinking about her and lost sleep over it.
So I frequently dragged Y out with me while I helped L pick out gifts for her.
But how could someone like Y ever be interested in L, who came from a rural background? How could she appreciate the gifts L gave her when he could only afford a thousand yuan while someone else gave her ten thousand? Yet L poured all his money into Y while she looked down on him and asked me to return his gifts—though I’d never seen her return anything expensive given by others.
In short, Y looked down on L because he was poor. My boyfriend's roommate once saw Y getting out of a luxury car; when she got out, she even kissed the man’s cheek—a man who looked like he was in his forties or fifties—she could have called him ‘dad’! Who knows how she could bring herself to do that?
After kissing him, that man handed Y ten thousand yuan or something close—definitely several thousand at least. To spare L’s feelings, no one told him; they just advised him to give up on Y and not make things harder for himself. But L wouldn’t listen; he continued to pursue Y relentlessly.
By the way, I forgot earlier, for a vain person like Y, in order to hide her from others, her home is close to the school and she goes back every week. In fact, she is renting a room with her lover. We often deliberately asked her what her parents did, but she hesitated and refused to answer. In the end, they were in business, but she didn't know exactly what they did. Later we guessed that her home probably sold egg-filled pancakes or something, because even though she didn’t like eating in the cafeteria or eating spicy strips, she did like to eat egg-filled pancakes. She must have grown up eating that stuff. If your family is doing this kind of business, their monthly living expenses can be tens of thousands? Can I wear designer clothes and cosmetics? Now that I'm here, everyone should know who y is. Yesterday, y wanted to go home again, and l insisted on sending someone home. My boyfriend couldn't stand it anymore, so he told y about being kept. But l doesn't believe it and wants to follow y. As a result, Y refused to let L follow her, and kept humiliating L for being a loser and not worthy of her. If you don't like someone, don't hang on to them. Every time l felt downhearted and wanted to leave, y would always buy him another gift to make l feel that he still had hope. This is the goddess you like. She always treats the boys around her as backup, and those boys feel extremely happy. I continued, and when I got off the bus, Y was exposed, because there was a big hotel next to the bus station, and Y went to find his lover. Maybe his lover had something to do and didn't come to pick Y up. Now L is completely discouraged. He also hopes that Y can give up this abnormal relationship, but although Y has been fucked by many people, he is rich. If you don't have money, you can only stand aside. Even if Black Fungus It’s not l’s turn either, y even told l to die, and it makes him annoyed when he sees him. After more than a year of relationship, I finally asked L to die. Before L committed suicide, he sent a message to my boyfriend's dormitory group, saying that he was too tired and wanted to be quiet. Then no one expected that such an optimistic boy would commit suicide by jumping off the building. Fellow male compatriots, keep your eyes open, don’t look for those green tea bitches. The teacher talked to us this morning, and I also met the parents of classmate L. I feel sorry for my parents. However, Student Y will not be punished, and perhaps Classmate L will be stupid when others crotch her.
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