Chapter 189: 189 Who else could it be?

189 Who else could it be?

Shen Zui's hands hanging at his sides instantly clenched into fists, his body ramrod straight.

Bai Yu and Jiang Han both let out a: "Wow~"

Tushan Jiu looked at Shen Zui, "Shen Zui, the deal is done; I want as payment for your knife the bouquet and candy from your wedding—remember to mail them to me."

Shen Zui lowered his eyes, his lips involuntarily curling upward, "All right, Miss Tushan, I'll definitely mail them to you right away."

Jiang Shu laughed out loud, the pain in her mouth making her hiss.

Shen Zui hurried forward a step, now with no reservations, he scooped Jiang Shu up in a horizontal hold and said to everyone, "Sorry, I'm taking the young lady to the hospital first—her injury is serious."

Tushan Jiu nodded, "My account needs settling too—let's go together."

Nie Lan and Jiang Han hurried to follow.

Seeing everyone about to leave, Bai Yu raised his phone and asked Tushan Jiu, "Jiu-jie, what should I do with the video I recorded on my phone?"

Tushan Jiu turned to look at him and summed up, "You brought your brain, but only half of it came out? Of course you hand it over to the police—this isn't domestic violence, it's intentional murder, plus he falsified the death certificate, and those accomplices are still at large."

Bai Yu suddenly understood, "Got it, I'm going to the police station to report this right now!"

As soon as he said that, Jiang Han had no hesitation, raising her hand: "I'm going too, I'm going! I'll bring the reporters!"

Bai Yu raised an eyebrow, "I thought you'd been scared stupid—come on, big brother will take you to seek justice!"

Jiang Han gave him a sideways glance but didn't retort, because as a friend, she was genuinely grateful that he could be here today.

As the crowd left, only the two original families remained in the room.

Huo Lin reached out his hand to Jiang Zhengguo, "Help me."

Jiang Zhengguo swallowed hard, then calmed himself, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the room.

He didn't even glance at Huo Lin; his attitude was completely opposite to when he arrived.

Jiang Zhengguo quickened his pace, intending to chase after Tushan Jiu.

But as soon as he stepped outside, there was not a single person in sight.

Not even a car was left for him.

Jiang Zhengguo's face darkened—what did Nie Lan and the others mean by this? They totally disregarded him!

He took out his phone and called his secretary, asking someone to come pick him up.

Immediately after, he dialed Jiang Shu's number, needing to ask his eldest daughter for the contact of the knife‑wielder.

Jiang Shu didn't answer the call, but she sent him a long message instead.

【Dad, this is the last time I'll call you Dad; I'm sending this message to let you know two things.

First, Mom wants to divorce you—please get ready to sign the divorce agreement.

Second, I suppose you want to ask about the knife‑wielder, but you don't believe me, do you?

Looking at your expression today, you must have heard that old prophecy, right? So when I first told you that Huo Chusen had violent tendencies, did you ever recall the knife‑wielder's prophecy?

Besides, I have not only evidence against Huo Lin, but also plenty on you and that outside woman; if you don't want things to get ugly, just divorce Mom peacefully and don't make things hard for her!】

After reading the message, Jiang Zhengguo flew into a rage, smashed the phone, then stood at the gate of the Huo family and shouted curses.

"Reversing the heavens, utterly rebellious—daring to threaten your own father, you've really grown some wings!"

"You ungrateful wolves—I'm not doing this for the family! Who let her fail to bear a son? If I don't listen to your grandmother, what then? Are we letting the Jiang line die out?"

A 'ding' sounded—the phone on the ground rang again.

Jiang Zhengguo, breathing hard from anger, picked up the phone that had rolled onto the lawn's edge—another message from Jiang Shu.

The screen was somewhat cracked, but still usable.

He opened it and took a glance.

But that one look made his face turn green.

Because it read, 【Oh, by the way, I suggest you get a paternity test—your precious son is very likely not yours, but the old man next door's.】

"Bang."

Now the phone was completely smashed to pieces.

After dropping Bai Yu and Jiang Han off at the police station, Tushan Jiu had the driver drive straight back to the hotel.

Those two accounts had already been settled; once the funds arrived they'd be automatically cleared, so she didn't need to worry about them.

Back at the hotel, she soaked comfortably in a bath, then lay on the big bed, not wanting to move.

She turned over and messaged Xie Shiyu, asking what he was doing and whether he'd eaten lunch.

As a result, Xie Shiyu directly video‑called her.

Xie Shiyu's face appeared on the screen; he smiled and asked, "Done with your work?"

Tushan Jiu nodded, "Mm-hmm, I'm done—I just finished a bath and am about to rest."

"Not going out to eat tonight?"

"No, I'm too lazy to move; I'll order takeout and have a bite. Tomorrow I plan to go buy you gifts, and then I'd like to head back to Nan Cheng in the afternoon," Tushan Jiu said, outlining her plan.

Xie Shiyu's eyes flashed with delight, the corner of his mouth lifting a notch: "Sure—what time tomorrow afternoon will you be back? I'll have Li Tezhu arrange the flight, and I'll meet you at the airport."

Tushan Jiu held her phone, thought a moment, and said, "Around two in the afternoon—then I'll be home just in time for dinner."

Xie Shiyu gave a low chuckle, his eyes full of indulgence: "Sure, what would you like to eat? I'll let the kitchen know later."

Tushan Jiu bluntly listed the dishes.

The two chatted casually about everyday life.

At the end of the conversation, Xie Shiyu mentioned the He family's estate—He Qian's inheritance—some of which required her to return and sign for confirmation before it could be liquidated and donated to the foundation.

Tushan Jiu said okay.

After hanging up, Tushan Jiu first ordered food, then, while waiting for it, she took out the yarrow stalks to cast a divination.

When the divination failed to form an image, she curled the corner of her mouth.

She just said, how could the spirit medium let such a good opportunity slip by?

Once He Qian's debt was cleared, the karmic bond between him and those knife-debt people was considered broken, leaving them with no further connection; at that point, if the spirit medium showed up again to make a deal, she wouldn't sense anything.

Even giving them ten thousand steps of leeway, even if she knew, they could still rely on that layer of karma to stop her from figuring out even a bit of it.

Tushan Jiu gathered up the yarrow stalks, and she had a figure in mind.

She needed to get a clear read on the situation, and she never took the enemy lightly.

They intended to use those souls bearing grudges against themselves to deal with her, but she sensed there was more than just this He Qian.

Because none of them are worth a single strike from her.

Who else could there be?

Tushan Jiu fell into thought, her lazy brain cells beginning to turn slowly.

Suddenly.

The doorbell at the entrance rang.

Her ordered food arrived.