You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 149

“That makes sense too. Only she herself can find her temple so accurately in the dark. However, I’m afraid our hypothesis alone won’t be sufficient to convince the general, and would only make him feel like we’re not taking him seriously.” Mu Xiaosheng said worriedly.

“Let’s go ask Song Jianren what this photograph means to him. I think we should be able to get some evidence from him.” Bai Rong said.

“Why do you think so?” Mu Xiaosheng was confused.

“An Qi had prepared to kill herself a few days in advance. She had planned it very carefully and delicately. She chose to kill herself, but was worried that it would get her fitness coach in trouble. The message that she had left behind for us must have some use.” Bai Rong deduced.

“If she chose to commit suicide, then why did she have to go through so much trouble? Couldn’t she have gone with a simpler method like slitting her wrists instead?” The police asked.

Bai Rong paused as she felt a throbbing pain on her wrists, but maintained her facial expression anyway.

“Because she still has hatred in her heart.” Bai Rong said softly, “If my guess is correct, Miao Yu should be the woman that her husband was cheating on her with. An Qi wasn’t left-handed, yet she had jabbed the needle into her left temple with her left hand. So, she was clearly trying to get Miao Yu in trouble.”

“If she wanted to frame Miao Yu for it, then why would she leave behind evidence that she killed herself? That doesn’t make sense.” Mu Xiaosheng said.

Bai Rong smiled, “She wasn’t trying to frame Miao Yu. She just wanted to cause her some trouble, that’s all. Although An Qi was kind, sensitive and loved her husband, that doesn’t mean she was a complete pushover. When she was alive, she had to care for her husband’s pride, so she could only keep all her sorrows to herself. When she died, she was just throwing a tantrum for once, like a child.”

“You’re right.” The fitness coach said, “Miao Yu really is the woman that An Qi’s husband was cheating with. He bought Miao Yu a villa and they would often stay together. An Qi knew all about it and had just kept quiet about it. She was a kind woman. I kept telling her to get a divorce and I would marry her afterwards as I love her. But she said she was worried about the pride of the Song family, Gu family as well as herself if she did. Her husband and son would become the laughingstock of others, so she couldn’t get a divorce.”

The fitness coach got a little emotional, “Last month, An Qi had twisted her ankle. I went to look after her but that b*stard Song Jianren said she was cheating on him with me and forced her to get a divorce. An Qi and I never even had sex before. I got angry, so I brought up his affair with Miao Yu. Song Jianren was afraid of his affair being exposed, so he quickly changed his attitude. He brought An Qi home and looked after her every day, refusing to let me see her. A few days ago, An Qi came to me and handed me this box. I sensed something was wrong from the way she spoke, but when I called her, her phone was switched off. And now she’s killed herself…”

Bai Rong felt uncomfortable after hearing that.

The kind of romance that hurt the most was not a young and wild one; but the kind that was lost throughout the years as one’s beauty faded with age.

“Let’s go see Song Jianren.” Bai Rong told Mu Xiaosheng.

“He’s a b*stard!” The fitness coach said and ran off.

Song Jianren wouldn’t allow them to meet him at his office and chose a café instead.

Bai Rong and Song Jianren were the only ones in the café.

She placed the photograph on the table and pushed it towards Song Jianren, “Do you want to know how your wife died?”

“An Qi was a nice person and was kind to everyone. I can’t imagine anyone who would want to kill her.” Song Jianren frowned.

Bai Rong smiled sarcastically, “Her death is a form of salvation for you. You know how she died, but you’re worried about it being connected to the secret you are trying to hide.”

Song Jianren got angry, “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Bai Rong continued, “To her, her death was out of love and blessing. I would like to ask you, Mr. Song, did you wish for a romantic and perfect woman who would give you her all, or one that you knew would destroy you?”

Song Jianren paused and stared at Bai Rong.

“Some people have a graceful heart, while some only have a graceful appearance. Only one with a graceful heart can see another’s, while those without can only see the graceful appearance. Tell me about the story behind this picture, won’t you?” Bai Rong shifted her gaze to the photograph.

Song Jianren looked at the photograph and was deep in thought but refused to talk.

“Are you starting to doubt An Qi’s love now, or have you already lost your ability to love another person?” Bai Rong asked.

Song Jianren looked at her, “She once said that whenever she gets angry, she’d write down her thoughts on a piece of paper and place it into a metal box. She would then hide the box under this wooden table.”

“Take us there now. Her will should be in there. It might just be her final message for you.” Bai Rong stood up.

Song Jianren frowned, “I wish to go through it first, as it is my personal item.”

“So you still don’t trust her till the very end, eh? Hmph.” Bai Rong snorted at him scornfully.

An hour later, they retrieved the metal box that An Qi had hidden.

Bai Rong held a black umbrella as she stood aside and watched Song Jianren open the box.

There was a letter on the top, with a tiny, locked metal box underneath.

A note was found glued to the top of the tiny metal box, and on it were the words, Dearest Ren.

“It’s locked with a password.” Bai Rong glanced at the tiny metal box, then stared at Song Jianren, “She tried to protect you till the very end of her life. She’s probably in heaven right now.”

Song Jianren was trembling as he retrieved the letter from the box.

He wanted to make sure she didn’t expose his secret.

The letter wrote, Ren, I’m very ill. I’ll have to leave ahead of time, so I can’t take care of you anymore. I’m sorry. Thank you for taking good care of me. Marrying you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life. Son, I’m sorry, but mama has to go now. Mama will miss you the most as I haven’t seen you get married and haven’t been able to help look after your kids for you. But, I am sick, so I must die in order to be free. I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. Brother, Ren has been very nice to me. My death has nothing to do with anyone. I hope that you will live a happy life and find a wife to look after you soon! I’ll be going now. If heaven exists, I will be looking after you from there. Love, An Qi.

Bai Rong put the letter back into the envelope and handed it over to the police.

The people involved in this case were all high-ranking officials, so a suicide was the most ideal and peaceful ending for it.

She looked at Song Jianren and saw that the gentle and sophisticated man had broken down and was crying his heart out while looking at the metal box in his hand.

Bai Rong wondered. If she really died from her suicide attempt back then, would Gu Mingchen cry over her death the same way when he regained his memories?