novelraw Chapter 513 - 239. Sentenced the reporter Nan Wan to 9 months of fixed-term imprisonment.
Chapter 513 - 239. Sentenced the reporter Nan Wan to 9 months of fixed-term imprisonment.
A sensational piece of news emerged in Qing City.Yu Qinglu, who once had an ambiguous and unclear relationship with half of Qing City’s young elite, suddenly died, right in the villa where the Yu Family lived before they moved.
It’s said it was a fatal stab, blood flowed all over the ground, and the white cotton dress she wore was stained a shocking red.
Even though Yu Qinglu disappeared from the paparazzi’s sight for nearly a year and a half, traces of those scandalous affairs could still be found.
While people lamented the sudden passing of this once captivating beauty, what was even more unbelievable was the suspect in this homicide case.
Not some reckless man willing to risk everything for a night’s pleasure, nor any libertine who plays dangerously in bed till things turn deadly.
Rather... it was Mrs. Mu, Nan Wan!
According to insiders, during the time Yu Qinglu disappeared, she was actually hospitalized for illness, and the man who always took care of her, paid her expensive medical bills, and patiently counseled her was Mu Jin Huan.
After this information was leaked, many speculated whether Mu Jin Huan had any sort of relationship with Yu Qinglu...
Although the related news was quickly suppressed, netizens couldn’t be silenced.
After all, these two were once photographed by the paparazzi.
Not only just having meals together, but also exchanging gestures beyond ordinary friendship. Even though it was a long time ago, if one carefully digs, it’s possible to find that photo of them embracing.
In the dim light, it was quite suggestive.
When that photo appeared in the newspaper, Mrs. Mu, Nan Wan, was pregnant.
So, many wondered if this murder was... a crime of passion?
Such speculative remarks appeared online, and within a short time, hundreds of thousands discussed it, the hype nearly overwhelmed a social platform.
Of course, very quickly, these baseless speculations were suppressed by certain forces, and individual rogue accounts were all shut down within a day.
Who did this, or rather, which two family powers were involved, was self-evident.
The case wasn’t publicly tried, and outsiders weren’t aware of the investigation’s progress aside from the involved parties.
The summer in Qing City is long; July’s weather is not overly hot yet.
On the day of the court’s verdict, the weather was exceptionally clear. By 10 AM, the sun was already glaring, scorching the skin painfully.
Mu Family’s Mu Libei, Cheng Shihong, and Mu Jinqian all arrived early, wearing dark sunglasses with a heavy expression. Members of the Nan Family were also present, even the old lady who had been a recluse for decades was assisted up the steps.
No one saw Mu Jin Huan’s presence outside the courthouse.
Some speculated, could it be that their marriage was reaching its end?
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[The Tribunal finds, after court investigation and debate, that the facts are clear and the evidence is sufficient. The defendant, Nan Wan, acted in self-defense, unintentionally causing death. According to Article 128, Clause 1, Article 266, and Article 69 of the Criminal Law of the People’s Republic of China, the court sentences the defendant, Nan Wan, to nine months of imprisonment.]
This was the verdict pronounced by the judge.
Nine months.
Sitting on the defendant’s bench, Nan Wan thought this should be the best possible outcome.
Every late night, when Mr. Mu left the room quietly with his vibrating phone, she could always sense it.
During those few hours, although she closed her eyes, she never truly fell asleep.
Only when he returned to the bedroom from the guest room next door, with the scent of strong tobacco washed off and wrapped her in his still damp embrace, could she finally sleep peacefully.
Every morning, when she opened her eyes, she would notice Mr. Mu’s bloodshot eyes and messy short hair, appearing more casual than his dignified suit-wearing self.
His sharp, handsome face carried a warm, affectionate smile as he bent down to kiss her, then said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Awake now? Let’s go downstairs for breakfast."
Every day was like this.
With each passing night, the weariness in his eyes deepened, even the fine lines etched at his eye corners by time grew more pronounced.
The third brother would visit every day, sometimes in the afternoon, sometimes at dawn, and if she wasn’t asleep, he would have a cup of tea with her before he left.