NOVPUBChapter 392: 392, A smile, like ice.
Chapter 392: 392, A smile, like ice.
Shi Yuhuan looked at her, coldly saying, “Song Qinghuan, you have to face reality.”
“What do you mean face reality? You don’t know anything, so stop spouting nonsense,” Song Qinghuan was furious, shaking all over. “This person is not my brother, my brother is not like this, they’ve made a mistake!”
“All the test results have come out and match perfectly with your brother’s information, Song Qinghuan, whether you want to accept it or not, you have to face the truth!” Shi Yuhuan finished, no longer paying her attention, he turned to address the police officers. “Do what needs to be done.”
“That’s not my brother…,” Song Qinghuan wanted to interject, but Shi Yuhuan had already pulled her away.
In the parking lot, Song Qinghuan forcefully broke from Shi Yuhuan’s grip and pushed him away, shouting, “Let go of me!”
Shi Yuhuan put his hands in his pockets and turned around with a cold, elegant air, “Song Qinghuan, whether you believe it or not, the man lying there is your brother Yan Pingdan. The Yan Pingdan you’ve been looking for, he’s dead!”
“He’s not dead, that’s not my brother!” Blood rushed to Song Qinghuan’s face, turning it red.
As she desperately denied it, she reached out, slapped Shi Yuhuan’s face, producing a loud, resounding sort of sound.
For Shi Yuhuan, he could’ve dodged the slap easily, but he didn’t. Instead, he took it right on.
He just squinted, looking at Song Qinghuan with an icy menace as if he were about to devour her.
And Song Qinghuan was shocked. She had actually slapped Shi Yuhuan.
Facing his cold gaze, she slightly trembled and after a moment, stammered, “You…who gave you the right to curse me? Don’t you curse my brother. I tell you my brother isn’t dead. If you say he is dead again, I’ll fight you to the death.”
“Then, according to you, who is it?” Shi Yuhuan was smirking, his light laugh cold as ice, his presence threatening.
Song Qinghuan instinctively took a step back, no matter how angry, her sanity reminded her how much she feared, yet loved this man.
Shi Yuhuan looked at her expressionlessly, his voice as cold as ice: “Song Qinghuan, whether you accept it or not, you are now alone. Your brother will never come back. The police have checked very clearly; firstly, your brother ran off with money, secondly, no other fatal injuries were found on your brother’s body. He died due to drowning, whether it was by suicide or accident, only he would know.”
Clasping her hands tightly, Song Qinghuan stared at Shi Yuhuan, red-eyed, shaking her head, “No, it can’t be, my brother wouldn’t have run off, you’re lying to me.”
Again, Shi Yuhuan coldly and ruthlessly told her, “Your brother is dead.”
Her palms ached from her tight grip, Song Qinghuan’s swollen eyes held back her tears, “….why are you so sure that my brother is dead. Is it you, Shi Yuhuan? Did you have something to do with this? Did you have my brother killed? Did you?!”
A sharp pain flashed across his eyes, Shi Yuhuan thought he had heard wrong and squinted at her.
Then he realized that he hadn’t misheard.
Killed Yan Pingdan, she truly did accuse him of that, showing just how close she was to breaking down emotionally.
Was he hurting her…or was he really hurting her?
His chest felt heavy, a dull throb in the left side, that tearing feeling returning once more.
