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Chapter 206 For Your Own Good? The Truth? Regret? Kill Her?

then.

The two could only express their feelings to each other through letters.

After hearing Nan Punian's words, Nan Shu unconsciously frowned.

My gaze fell on the letter Zhao Yuanyuan had written to Zhou Jing last week.

Zhao Yuanyuan's handwriting is very beautiful; it is a very neat and elegant running script. In one of her letters, the ink at the last stroke looks like it has been blurred by water droplets.

Zhao Yuanyuan said that her mother used to forbid her from dating, but Zhao Yuanyuan didn't think it was a big deal. She prioritized her studies, and her mother took care of her younger brother and her. Before she became financially independent, Zhao Yuanyuan felt that dating would be unfilial to her mother.

But after being with Zhou Jing, Zhao Yuanyuan came into contact with a wider and more diverse world.

Zhao Yuanyuan really liked this feeling, but recently, perhaps because she was being too obvious, her mother seemed to have noticed something.

Her mother questioned her about whether she was in a relationship.

"...At that moment, I felt that my mother was not like a mother, but more like a hideous stranger. Zhou Jing, I was scared."

Zhao Yuanyuan never doubted Zhao Jing's claim that it was "for her own good."

But gradually.

After meeting Zhou Jing, learning about her healthy family, and hearing about how her seniors and juniors interacted with their families, Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't help but begin to have doubts.

Is it really right to indulge the mother's closeness like this?

Nan Shu flipped through the pages one by one.

The frown became tighter and tighter.

She could sense Zhao Yuanyuan's confusion and suffocation just from her words.

Before going to university, Zhao Yuanyuan's life consisted of nothing but studying and family.

Turning to the last page, there was Zhao Yuanyuan's last letter to Zhao Jing, a lengthy letter of nearly a thousand words that recounted her life.

Zhao Yuanyuan was the top scorer in the city's high school entrance examination that year and was admitted to the best high school in the city. At that time, Zhao Jing rented a 20-square-meter house next to the high school under the pretext of taking care of Zhao Yuanyuan's life. Zhao Jing, Zhao Yuanyuan and her younger brother Zhao Pingping squeezed together as a family of three.

It was said to be taking care of Zhao Yuanyuan, but it seemed more like it was to make it easier for Zhao Yuanyuan to help take care of her intellectually disabled younger brother.

After a long day of studying, she would return home to find herself faced with countless chores.

Zhao Yuanyuan thought to herself that she must study hard. Her teacher said that knowledge can change one's destiny, and she wanted to make something of herself and give her mother and younger brother a better life.

After university.

For the first two years, Zhao Yuanyuan did not have a good life. Without a schedule that was arranged from morning to night, and because a lot of knowledge could not be memorized by rote, her roommates came from all over the country and dressed in a glamorous way. All of this made Zhao Yuanyuan feel inferior and confused.

However, Zhao Yuanyuan quickly adjusted, always believing that hard work would definitely pay off.

It turns out.

She did it!

During her four years at university, she received a first-class scholarship, a national scholarship, and various subsidies for students from impoverished families from the school. In fact, because of the school's appreciation and humanitarianism, Zhao Yuanyuan even brought her mother to Hangzhou to live with her.

However, after Zhao Jing moved in with her during her junior year, Zhao Yuanyuan's life took a sharp turn for the worse.

Zhao Jing was very harsh on her, restricting her from making friends, and even her face would turn particularly ugly after seeing the love letter from a junior.

Zhao Yuanyuan always thought that Zhao Jing did this for her own good.

Until the day before Zhao Yuanyuan wrote the letter.

She overheard her mother's and brother's phone call, and only then did Zhao Yuanyuan learn the truth about why Zhao Jing wouldn't let her date.

A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; if Zhao Yuanyuan really gets married, then a portion of the money she earns will inevitably go to her own family, and she won't be able to support her younger brother's family anymore.

Nan Shu pursed her lips.

A surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside her. She turned to look at Nan Punian, "Zhao Pingping got married?"

"We only just found out about this."

Zhao Pingping is intellectually disabled. When she was eighteen, she got together with another girl in the village who also had mental problems. The two held a wedding banquet, but did not get a marriage certificate. Therefore, in the system, Zhao Pingping is still unmarried.

After Zhao Jing came to Hangzhou, Zhao Pingping and his wife stayed in their hometown, where they were taken care of by their cousin's family. Zhao Jing would send two thousand yuan to Zhao Yuanyuan's cousin's family every month.

Nan Shu pressed her lips even straighter.

Nan Pu Nian sighed and patted her shoulder. Having witnessed so much evil in human nature, even the cold-hearted Nan Pu Nian couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhao Yuanyuan after reading her letter.

The door was pushed open from the outside. "Team South, the comparison results are in."

"Half of the fingerprint was closed, and the sneakers were the same pair that Zhou Jing often wore when playing basketball."

Liu Congxin handed the report to Nan Punian.

Nan Punian took it, glanced at it, and said, "Okay."

I tapped the earphone with my fingertip.

"Li Feng."

With just a simple name, Li Feng in the interrogation room immediately understood what Nan Punian meant.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Zhou Jing held a new solemnity.

Where were you between 5 a.m. and 7 a.m. today?

"Morning run."

Zhou Jing glanced at Li Feng and said.

"During this period, did you see the deceased Zhao Yuanyuan?"

Yes, I have seen it.

"Did you kill her?"

Li Feng was surprised that Zhou Jing, who had been calm and silent for more than half an hour, would be so cooperative when answering questions.

"No, I didn't kill Yuanyuan. How could I possibly kill her?"

Mentioning Zhao Yuanyuan shattered Zhou Jing's composure. He leaned forward involuntarily, his eyes fixed on Li Feng, and as he looked, they reddened.

Li Feng: ...

"Who can prove it?"

Li Feng narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Jing was taken aback. "I...I don't know who can prove it."

What is your relationship with Zhao Yuanyuan?

Li Feng wasn't dwelling on that question; he was simply using it to observe Zhou Jing's state and determine whether he was lying.

"My girlfriend is Yuanyuan."

"When did you get together?"

Li Feng asked.

“In the second semester of Yuanyuan’s first year of graduate school, which was at the beginning of this year, I posted an official announcement on my WeChat Moments, although I didn’t show my face.”

When Zhao Yuanyuan was mentioned, the happiness that unconsciously appeared on Zhou Jing's face seemed genuine.

"What's the story behind these letters?"

Li Feng held up the photocopy.

Zhou Jing glanced at him, seemingly surprised that his intimate conversation with Zhao Yuanyuan had been witnessed. He blushed, looked away, and didn't dare to look at Li Feng.

“Yuanyuan said that her mother is very strict with her and does not allow her to date now, so I thought of this way of writing letters.”

Li Feng nodded. From the current perspective, apart from the question of whether he killed Zhao Yuanyuan, Zhou Jing's answers were all correct.

"What time did you see Zhao Yuanyuan this morning?"

Li Feng returned to the case.

Zhou Jing paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "Around 5:30."

"You remember it so clearly?"

"Um…"

Zhou Jing paused, as if he had thought of something, and his face turned red again.

"Because I meet Yuanyuan at this time almost every day."

Li Feng: ?
(End of this chapter)