The Bumpy Road Of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting Chapter 502 - Confess, Lan Xin

Chapter 502: Confess, Lan Xin

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lan Xin’s body trembled. She stared at the file in Chu Ningyi’s hand and the black phone inside.

She had thrown this into the lake behind the hospital. How can this be?

“Doctor Lan, this must look very familiar to you. Although it’s been soaked for a very long time and the fingerprints are long erased, the mobile card is still inside. That’s good, a criminal investigation comrade of mine managed to find the call records,” Chu Ningyi said and immediately threw the phone at her feet.

The phone clattered as it hit the ground. Lan Xin restrained her heartbeat as she lowered her head to look at it. However, she looked up immediately. “How did you conclude that this is my phone? To frame me?” Lan Xin chuckled icily.

“Frame?” Chu Ningyi repeated the word as he stared at the woman in front of them. He then slowly closed in on her. “Are you worth it?”

Tall and fierce, this was the Chu Ningyi that everyone was familiar with.

Shui Anluo lifted her head and stared at Chu Ningyi’s masculine face. She had said so many things in such a voluminous manner yet Director Chu had only uttered one sentence to clearly describe his own personality: “If I say that it’s you, it’s you. The reason is very simple — It’s not worth my time to frame you!”

In the end, her man was still the coolest.

Chu Ningyi’s att.i.tude provoked Lan Xin and her suppressed emotions slowly began to change,

Shui Anluo looked down at her clenched fists. She had remained so calm despite her provocations for so long but one sentence from the Great Chu had caused her to lose her composure.

When it comes to dealing with someone, Shui Anluo indicated that she admired her Brother Chu, the Great Chu.

Chu Ningyi looked down at the look of admiration on his little wife’s face who was asking to be held. He reached out and indulgently stroked her head.

Shui Anluo was shaken, why does his action feel as though he was stroking a little dog?

Qiao Yaruan plastered one hand on her face. How was this a scheme? This was a promoted level of an idiot love-struck dummy.

However, nothing could surpa.s.s the phrase: ‘If you’re a love-struck idiot, I’ll love you. If you’re an idiot, I’ll still love you.’ It was a woman’s greatest happiness.

“Can a phone which can’t be proven to be mine be used to determine my crime?” Lan Xin asked sternly.

Shui Anluo’s heart leaped. ‘Look, are you finally panicking now?’

Chu Ningyi scoffed as if he completely disdained the idea of continuing the conversation with her.

“Besides, you accused me of eavesdropping and were so sure that I’d actually overheard your phone conversation with Qiao Yaruan. Such false accusations are much too childish.”

Shui Anluo shrugged and slowly spoke up, “It’s of no loss to me if you didn’t manage to hear it. At most, I’ll have to wait for Lin Qianchen to plot to kill me after getting out of jail before setting up my defenses. However, if you hadn’t heard it, perhaps you’d have ended up dead instead of Lin Qianchen.”

Shui Anluo explained with such innocence.

She wanted to learn from her Brother Chu. The calmer one was in dealing with matters, the more nervous the opposition would be.

Shui Anluo grinned as she turned back to Chu Ningyi, indicating that she understood this new tactic.

Chu Ningyi stroked his little wife’s head and felt satisfied. She was very clever whenever she was not playing dumb. Even though she hardly ever played dumb.

“Funny, there’s no evidence to speak of.” Lan Xin sneered.

“Oh, right, I gave you a great opportunity when I got injured this time, didn’t I? You must remember to thank Yuan Jiayi. If it wasn’t for her, you might not have had much of an opportunity at all.” Shui Anluo continued with a grin as she persisted in expanding her new tactic.

“If there’s no evidence to speak of, that means that it’s false accusation!” Lan Xin’s voice trembled, she was clearly no longer calm.

“Confess, Lan Xin.”

As Lan Xin spoke, Qiao Huihe’s elderly voice chimed in helplessly from the doorway.