Chapter 574: The Poisonous Wife's Price

Jiang Lin's mouth was harder to pry open than expected.

Jian Sining spent a full three hours in the interrogation room; standard interrogation tactics seemed to have little effect on Jiang Lin, who either pushed the blame onto Qiao Lianzhou or remained silent.

Until Jian Sining had the recorder step out, leaving only the two of them in the interrogation room. She turned off the harsh overhead light, leaving only a desk lamp.

Jian Sining did not pursue the organ transplant case, but instead pushed a copy of the insurance policy toward Jiang Lin.

"Jiang Lin, explain this. Two years ago, you purchased through three different insurance companies a personal accident injury policy with a total coverage of up to twenty million for your husband Qiao Lianzhou. The beneficiary is your son Qiao Xu."

"What's the problem with that?"

Jiang Lin's gaze swept over the policy, her pupils constricting sharply, but she quickly feigned calm: "I bought insurance for my husband, it's only natural; I'm doing it to secure my child's future."

"Security?"

Jian Sining gave a cold snort: "Qiao Lianzhou, as a deputy bureau-level official, already has comprehensive medical insurance and compensation benefits. You purchased such a high-value commercial accident policy, despite him having no high-risk occupation or high-risk outdoor hobbies. What's even less reasonable is..."

Halfway through her sentence, Jian Sining pushed a bank statement toward Jiang Lin.

Laying out the facts: "The initial premium for these policies totaled 300,000, drawn from an account named 'Zhou Min.' We verified that Zhou Min is Wu Changsheng's cousin, an anonymous source of funds for Wu Changsheng. Wu Changsheng is Secretary Wang's secretary, and he has no deep relationship with your husband. Please explain why Secretary Wu anonymously funded the purchase of such exorbitant insurance for your husband."

This strike hit the vital point!

Jiang Lin's face turned deathly pale in a flash, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The flow of funds was traced directly to Wu Changsheng, nearly tearing open her outermost disguise—only stopping short of pointing to the true mastermind behind the scenes, Lv Yizhi.

"I… I don't know anything about Zhou Min… maybe… maybe it's a mistake…" Jiang Lin stammered, her eyes darting away from Jian Sining's piercing gaze.

"A mistake?"

Jian Sining smiled, laced with anger.

Her tone instantly turned much colder: "Bank records, policy documents, identity links—the evidence is overwhelming! Jiang Lin, at this point are you still making excuses?"

"I… I'm not making excuses…" Jiang Lin, too nervous to meet Jian Sining's eyes, kept her head down, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

Jian Sining, well-versed in criminal psychology, caught every sign of this guilty reaction.

Jian Sining said: "Now we have reasonable suspicion—this 'return' is what you prepared for murdering your husband! Once Qiao Lianzhou dies 'accidentally,' your son Qiao Xu will receive twenty million in compensation! And the person who helped you pay the premiums and paved this murderous path—Wu Changsheng—do you think he can escape the law? Let me be clear: even as Secretary Wang's secretary, he won't stay free for long!"

"!!!"

Faced with Jian Sining's precise blows, Jiang Lin grew increasingly flustered, never daring to lift her head.

Jian Sining pressed her advantage, voice like a blade: "Combined with Qiao Lianzhou's testimony, the water he drank before his second 'suicide attempt' was handed to him by you, after which he fell unconscious and nearly died of gas poisoning. Is this really a coincidence? Or did you long ago plan to stage an 'accident' to cash in on this huge insurance policy?!"

"I didn't! You're spouting nonsense!"

Jiang Lin shouted in agitation, her emotions completely out of control.

"No?"

Jian Sining shot to her feet, looking down on her: "Then how do you explain Wu Changsheng's money? Why would he be so kind? What's your relationship with Wu Changsheng? Or is there a higher-level mastermind behind him, with Wu Changsheng merely a conduit for benefits?"

This series of questions made the interrogation room's atmosphere grow much graver.

The "higher-level mastermind" she mentioned was undoubtedly a fatal blow, instantly piercing the thickest wall in Jiang Lin's heart.

Jiang Lin shot up angrily: "What higher-level mastermind? Nonsense! You're just trying to lure me into admitting baseless things—watch out, I'll sue you!"

This fierce reaction exactly confirmed Jian Sining's prediction—Lv Yizhi is the true boss behind Jiang Lin.

Jian Sining did not continue to press hard on who the "mastermind" was, for that would only make Jiang Lin shut down completely from extreme fear.

She quickly shifted tactics, steering the conversation back to the area where Jiang Lin thought she could still maneuver—her son Qiao Xu—though in reality it more easily exposed her weakness.

"Jiang Lin, you're still obstinate!" Jian Sining snorted coldly, her tone laced with piercing mockery: "How many days have you been detained? Who could get you out? If you remain stubborn, you're facing the death penalty! Think long and hard about your son Qiao Xu..."

Hearing her son's name, Jiang Lin again lowered her head in despondency.

Jian Sining pressed step by step.

Her tone was heavy and sharp:

"You keep saying you're doing it for the child, yet everything you do pushes him toward a pit of fire! Illegal organ transplantation—he's the beneficiary; will his conscience not condemn him?

Now you're also suspected of murdering your husband, while defrauding the huge insurance payout and trying to pin the illegal organ transplant crime on your husband Qiao Lianzhou.

Jiang Lin, how can your heart be so vicious?"

Jian Sining stared at Jiang Lin in disbelief, intending to awaken her conscience, but it seemed this woman's conscience had been devoured by a dog—there was not a trace of guilt on her face.

Seeing her head down and silent, she must still be thinking of how to make excuses.

Jian Sining shook her head in disappointment.

At the same time she softened her tone:

"Although I've never married nor had children, as a woman I can understand your feelings when your son was critically ill.

But your son's life is a life, just like anyone else's child—how can you be so selfish?

Illegal organ transplantation leads to death!

Added to that, murder of your husband!

Insurance fraud!

Your son Qiao Xu, with a mother like you, how will he ever hold his head high as a person? Aren't you afraid people will point at his spine and say he's the child of a murderer?

His life has only just begun, yet he must live in the enormous shadow you've created.

Is this the security you're giving him?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lin's emotions finally broke; she wiped away a tear, her voice dropping low: "Don't say more—Xu Xu is innocent, it's not his concern..."

"Not his concern?"

Seeing Jiang Lin's willpower waver.

Jian Sining resumed a stern interrogation stance, mercilessly criticizing: "You're his mother! Your sins are the cross he must bear! The mastermind you're now protecting—if he himself can't stay safe, will he care whether Qiao Xu lives or dies? Think carefully: officialdom is ruthless! To eliminate future trouble, do you suppose he might kill to silence witnesses? Could you and your son survive?"

"Impossible! He promised me! He swore an oath!"

Under extreme mental pressure, Jiang Lin blurted it out.

As soon as those words left her mouth, she froze again, eyes wide with terror, only then realizing she had let the secret slip.

The interrogation room was deathly silent.

Jian Sining did not immediately ask who "he" was; Jian Sining knew in her heart that at this moment, silence was more powerful than any questioning.

Jian Sining merely looked at the completely flustered Jiang Lin with an icy, all-seeing gaze.

A few seconds later.

Then Jian Sining advised in an extremely calm tone: "If oaths were reliable, there wouldn't be so many faithless men in this world. Jiang Lin, you too are a highly educated person; before power and profit, how much is an oath worth? You know it in your heart. Rather than pinning your hopes on others, rely on yourself. Now you still have time to come clean—for your own safety and that of your son; think it through before answering."

Today, Jian Sining undoubtedly came prepared.

This interrogational attitude—alternately merciless sarcasm and gentle persuasion—completely broke Jiang Lin's mindset; Jiang Lin lowered her head and shed tears sadly.

The interrogation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

When Jiang Lin lifted her head again, her eyes were merely bloodshot and her voice hoarse: "I can cooperate with your investigation, but you must promise me one thing—keep my son safe. I know you lack that ability, but your superior leader Lin Dongfan does. I want to see Lin Dongfan; have him come here."