novelraw Chapter 500 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
Chapter 500 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
Caught red-handed, any defense is futile.The law is fair to everyone.
Even if a head of state breaks the law, they must face legal consequences, let alone ordinary people.
Secretary Tang held the receiver of the only fixed-line phone, her grip tightening uncontrollably.
Unable to move around with the wired phone, she asked anxiously and tentatively, "That... could it really mean prison?"
Please no, President Mu just left that place not long ago, Mrs. Mu mustn’t...
"I don’t know," Liu An was also extremely irritable; he didn’t even dare to think about such a possibility now and changed the topic, "How’s the project going, are the troublemakers still there?"
"Just listen to this noise, you’ll know," Secretary Tang looked at the families and media gathered outside the safety line, frowned, and sighed, "Aside from the one who died on the spot, one of the workers sent to the hospital couldn’t be saved either."
Other injured workers aside, these are two real lives lost, and there will undoubtedly be lawsuits.
The North Suburb project is the Mu Family’s first foray into the construction industry, and now this damn mess has caused immeasurable loss to the company.
Not to mention there have been fatalities; if not handled well, the company’s image will plummet.
Moreover, with the incident that happened to Mrs. Mu tonight, it’s impossible for President Mu to attend to both sides.
Clearly, all of President Mu’s focus is on this case now, unable to worry about anything else, or rather, he would not give a single shred of attention to anything except getting Mrs. Mu cleared of charges.
Who knows what kind of issue those scheming old-timers in the company will make out of this now.
It’s not the trouble itself that causes headaches, but the fact that everything happens at the same time, catching you off guard, allowing no chance to breathe before being pushed into a suffocating situation.
"Damn! What the hell is all this!" Liu An swore under his breath, angrily kicking the trash can beside him.
The police officer guarding the entrance gave him a warning glance; realizing where he was, Liu An had no choice but to roll over, bending down to lift the overturned trash can back up.
Turning his back to the officer at the door, he softened his tone, "Haven’t you had dinner yet? I’ll bring you some food after I take President Mu home."
The sky hasn’t fallen, people still need to eat.
A small person like him could never have the composure of President Mu; even if he worried to death, it would be of no use.
"Forget it, the vice president hasn’t even had a sip of water, how can I eat?" Secretary Tang scratched her head, pulled over a chair covered in a thick layer of dirt, and her weary body went completely limp.
Heavens, why did she wear high heels...
Left hand loosely clenched into a fist, she hammered her sore calves, "You’re going to be busy these few days, sleep whenever you can, don’t worry about me."
Either way, there’s enough work to run him ragged.
The usually fierce tigress suddenly became gentle and considerate; Liu An, used to being masochistic, felt a little uncomfortable.
Feeling that such a sighing atmosphere would only make people more irritated, he deliberately acted oblivious, "Fine then, I was just saying, I’ve got a ton of stuff waiting for me after sending President Mu home, I can’t possibly care for you."
He dared not imagine what President Mu would be like if Mrs. Mu couldn’t be cleared of responsibility for Yu Qinglu’s death.
Secretary Tang looked indifferent, "Get lost!"
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After changing clothes, Mu Jin Huan held Nan Wan’s hand as they prepared to open the lounge door, but after a few steps, Nan Wan paused.
No longer in a dusty, paint-covered state, Mu Jin Huan wore a clean white shirt and neatly pressed suit pants, his polished black shoes reflected the light.
Despite the pervasive dark atmosphere, his sharply defined features appeared gentle, and even the previously furrowed brows were now smooth.
It was a fusion and clash of two extremes.
Noticing the woman’s hesitation, he looked down at her, "What’s wrong?"
Even though he had said it three times, Nan Wan was still unsure, whispering, "Can we really go home?"
She had killed someone, how could they still go home?
"Yes, we can go home," Mu Jin Huan said for the fourth time, his heart aching endlessly but still with a smile on his lips, "Aunt Zhou has made your favorite sticky rice porridge, Jiu Jiu and An Ge are both waiting for you. If we don’t go home, are you planning to abandon me and find a new love?"
How could he tell her that no matter what happens, he would never abandon her?
What are companies, what is the Mu Family, compared to his Mrs. Mu?
He wouldn’t care if others lived or died, but she couldn’t be in trouble.
Wanwan, I only want you.
"New love? What new love, I have no new love," Nan Wan’s expression was slightly confused, and the hand hanging by her side encircled the man’s waist voluntarily, murmuring, "I don’t like this city, but I like you, only you."
Nan Wan held on tightly, and Mu Jin Huan almost responded instantly, his arm wrapping around her slender body, and the neatly pressed shirt at his lower back creased under her fingers.
It was very quiet in the lounge; Nan Wan leaned against Mu Jin Huan, her ear against his chest, able to hear his heartbeat distinctly.
Thump... thump... thump...
It seemed that only by listening to his heartbeat could the spell Yu Qinglu left in her mind be calm for a moment, giving her a little peace of mind.
The shirt pressed against his chest, transmitting a warm dampness to the skin; Mu Jin Huan’s arm tightly gripping the woman’s waist, veins bulging, but concealed by the shirt, revealed nothing.
Fist clenched, released, clenched again, the knuckles turning white.
Lips softly touched the woman’s ear, his voice low and suppressed, "Me too, I only like you, so Wanwan, you have to stay with me, okay?"
What’s it like to have a rib ripped from your body?
It must be just like this, with sharp thorns piercing all over, unbearable pain.
"Okay, I barely agree," Nan Wan seemed a bit better mentally, her tone no longer void and scattered, looking up at him, "I’m so hungry."
Mu Jin Huan kissed her forehead, "Then let’s go home now."
However, Nan Wan didn’t seem eager to move, still holding him, her delicate eyebrows and eyes showing a gentle smile, giving him a tender response, "But I can’t walk."
It was a rare display of coquettishness.
Mrs. Mu was the kind of person: even after falling into icy waters in the dead of winter and returning from a brush with death at Ghost Gate, she still felt strong enough to go to work.
Occasionally being carried back to the room by Mr. Mu, she would usually push him away in embarrassment.
But now, in the corridor outside the lounge, with top police leaders and a dozen officers present, she was acting coy for a hug.
Mu Jin Huan smiled, ruffling the woman’s hair, pulled her out of his embrace, opened the door, and gently picked her up.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was consistent, crisp, subtly echoing.
Nan Wan, holding the man’s neck, closed her eyes and murmured softly, "Mu Huan, I’m a little scared."
Mu Jin Huan lowered his head to kiss her, "Scared of what?"
"I smell like blood, Jiu Jiu and An Ge might not like it."
"It’s okay, a shower will get rid of it."
"What if... it doesn’t wash off?"
"... It will, if I wash you, it’ll certainly wash off."