Chapter 640: What’s Wrong With This World?

Book – Chapter 640: What’s Wrong With This World? (3 updates)

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. Lin

Inside the business sedan, Xiao Yu looked out the window as a young couple left the hospital and stepped into a luxury sedan.

During these three days…

Xiao Yu monitored the couple closely, scrutinizing every detail and delving into their past.

He ultimately concluded that they were deeply in love!

Likewise, during these three days,

Xiao Yu managed to thoroughly uncover the truth about Luo Yuying.

His investigation revealed that after the kidnapping incident three years ago,

doctors had been frequently entering and leaving the home of Zheng Xiangyu and Luo Yuying.

By questioning those doctors and recalling the events of that time,

he learned that following the kidnapping, Luo Yuying’s autism worsened dramatically and a severe panic disorder was triggered by a shock.

What on earth is panic disorder?

It’s a serious psychological condition induced by acute anxiety, fright, or even genetic factors.

Her panic disorder wasn’t cured until just six months ago.

At the same time, her autism had noticeably intensified.

But her condition was never severe enough to necessitate treatment abroad.

The key point is:

People with autism rarely leave the familiar for the unknown.

Doctors even advised that Luo Yuying should not travel overseas, fearing it might worsen her condition.

Yet, immediately after her panic disorder was cured, Luo Yuying filed for immigration.

A kidnapping led to a panic disorder?

Clearly unfit for overseas life, yet she still migrated?

What could have compelled someone with autism to abandon the familiar for the unknown?

The business sedan slowly trailed the luxury car not far ahead.

In the front passenger seat, Xiao Yu’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

Tomorrow was the day Zheng Xiangyu and Luo Yuying were set to leave the country.

It was also the deadline for the system task.

As the luxury car and the business sedan entered a villa complex,

both vehicles came to a halt, and their doors opened simultaneously.

Xiao Yu looked at a transformed Zheng Xiangyu not far off and said, “We meet again!”

Zheng Xiangyu said nothing; his usual composure was replaced by a complex, troubled stare directed at Xiao Yu.

His wife, Luo Yuying, stepped out, standing helplessly by his side.

She resembled a startled rabbit, half her body cowering behind her husband.

The two men stared at each other as if time had frozen in that very moment.

Xiao Yu smiled and broke the silence, “Aren’t you inviting me in for a seat?”

Zheng Xiangyu returned the smile, “Come on in.”

The villa was spacious but far from lavish.

It was simple, warm, and had a homely atmosphere.

Luo Yuying went back to the room while Zheng Xiangyu poured some tea.

“Thank you.”

Receiving the tea, Xiao Yu nodded appreciatively.

“You’re welcome.”

Sitting down, Zheng Xiangyu fixed his gaze on Xiao Yu and murmured oddly, “Can’t we leave quietly?”

“No, we can’t.”

Xiao Yu shook his head slightly as he sipped the surprisingly good tea.

“What did you find out?”

Zheng Xiangyu’s tone was edged with coldness.

“A lot.”

Placing his tea down, Xiao Yu stated, “You two aren’t going to leave the country now.”

Zheng Xiangyu sighed deeply and closed his eyes in pain.

This anguish wasn’t caused by what Xiao Yu had uncovered,

but by the impending torment of parting ways.

A separation between husband and wife!

“I’ve given you three days.”

Xiao Yu eyed his tea cup and asked, “Do you know why?”

“What?” Zheng Xiangyu replied without opening his eyes.

“I discovered that you had entrusted a property agency with one hundred million yuan.”

Xiao Yu explained, “Once you leave the country, that fortune will be split in two—half to Chen Rong, Chen Guodong’s sister, and half to Kong Shanjing, his girlfriend.”

“Hehe!”

Zheng Xiangyu offered a bitter smile and then asked, “And then?”

“Aren’t you going to say something to me?” prodded Xiao Yu.

“Hmm?”

Zheng Xiangyu paused, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

That glimmer was like a drowning man spotting a lifeline—the last hope for survival.

Soon, his expression regained calm as he slowly said, “May I turn myself in?”

Turn myself in… Xiao Yu stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Actually…”

With a sincere smile, Zheng Xiangyu confessed, “It was Bao Shuang… I killed her!”

Xiao Yu was utterly stunned.

“What did you say?”

“I’m not trying to shirk responsibility—Bao Shuang had truly gone too far.”

The smile vanished from Zheng Xiangyu’s face, replaced by a cold, emotionless glare. “Ever since I discovered she had been secretly abusing my wife, I wanted to end her life.”

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“That very night, I happened to come home early and witnessed Bao Shuang grabbing my wife’s hair and beating her.”

“I lost my temper and rushed upstairs… Bao Shuang appeared startled at the sight of me, even trying to grab my wife again—probably to intimidate me.”

“But how could I allow her to touch my wife again?”

“I shoved Bao Shuang by the second-floor banister. I used too much force, and she tumbled down to the first-floor hall. And then…”

“Her neck snapped. She was dead!”

“I knew I had killed someone—that I had committed a crime. I was terrified. All I could think was to hide the body; that way, no one would know I was the one who killed Bao Shuang.”

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“But I had no idea how to hide a body; I wasn’t even trained to do it. In the end… I called Chen Guodong for help.”

“Chen Guodong came. After a brief silence, he told me he would handle the body, and then he took Bao Shuang’s corpse away.”

“Not long after, Chen Guodong called me and said, ‘Remember this: I kidnapped your wife. In the process, I got the wrong person—I ended up kidnapping Bao Shuang.'”

“I understood what he meant because no one would believe that Bao Shuang was kidnapped, especially since she wasn’t wealthy.”

“In my panic, I didn’t think it through and ended up calling the police.”

“But I never expected Chen Guodong… to commit suicide!”

Zheng Xiangyu’s expression was filled with pain. “I feel so guilty towards him. I never imagined he would go to such lengths for me. That’s why I entrusted a company with one hundred million yuan to be split between his sister and girlfriend—it’s my way of repaying my debt to them!”

Xiao Yu said nothing, his eyes fixed intently on Zheng Xiangyu.

It was as if he were looking at a deity and a monster at the same time.

Chen Guodong had sacrificed himself for someone else.

Yet, before him stood a madman.

A man who, for the sake of his wife, was willing to bear a murder charge.

What’s wrong with this world?

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from nearby.

“No, it wasn’t him—it was me who killed Bao Shuang!”

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