Chapter 393: Chapter 393 Let’s Get Married (15) Chapter 393: Chapter 393 Let’s Get Married (15) The bald man chuckled, “So about the money Mr. Ji promised…”

“Are you sure that no one noticed you during this process?” Ji Jiaming asked leisurely, his elongated shadow falling on the ground, giving him an even darker demeanor.

“Absolutely,” the bald man slapped his chest to assure, “With my work, Mr. Ji can rest easy. Only we know about this matter right now, and I guarantee no one else will find out.”

Ji Jiaming nodded in satisfaction and reached into his coat pocket.

The bald man was thrilled; he could earn hundreds of thousands for such a simple task. It was a breeze.

Until he saw that Ji Jiaming didn’t pull out a check but a silenced pistol.

The cold muzzle pointed at his forehead froze him in place, his face filled with terror, “Mr. Ji, what are you doing? I swear, I will never…”

Then there was a “bang,” and blood spattered from a hole in the bald man’s forehead.

He fell heavily to the ground, eyes wide open in death, blood still bubbling from the hole in his forehead.

Ji Jiaming smiled, gently blew on the gun barrel, and then put the pistol away.

“Only the dead can offer me that kind of assurance.”

*
The care aide took her daughter to the emergency room for an X-ray, and by the time the results were out, it was already midnight.

“Mom, it hurts so much, how can I go back alone?” The young girl with dyed yellow hair, learning she had to be admitted to the hospital, immediately looked defeated, “That driver is so awful, hitting me and then running off.”

“Be good, you didn’t fracture anything. Go back and rest well, I’ll take leave and come back tomorrow,” the care aide said firmly, without intending to compromise, “I only got to come here because the old lady was asleep. I can’t leave until they find someone to replace me.”

The girl grunted in discontent.

Only after the care aide handed her several hundred dollars did the girl take the money and leave with her injured arm.

When the care aide returned to the room, she was surprised to find the light on.

She was momentarily confused, having remembered turning it off when she left.

The old lady shouldn’t have been able to get up to turn on the light; was it the nurse?

As she approached, she was startled, “What’s wrong with you?”

Madame Ye lay with open eyes, as if all strength had been drained from her.

The despair in her eyes panicked the aide, “What happened, did you have a nightmare?”

She was about to call for help when a hand suddenly grasped her.

“Xiaoqiu.” Madame Ye’s voice was extremely weak, “Xiaoqiu, I remember now, I remember!”

“Madam, what are you talking about?”

“She didn’t just harm my daughter, she… she killed her. She killed my daughter.”

Xiaoqiu was shocked, “What, what exactly are you saying? Some things you can’t just say recklessly.”

“I saw it, and I heard her say it with my own ears…”

“You mean…”

Madame Ye let go her hand, her voice faltering, “It’s all my fault, I am a person of ill omen… I’ve caused the death of them all, I can’t let Wanwan suffer because of me anymore… I also can’t destroy Ayue…”

*
At dawn, Lu Wanwan was still sleeping, disturbed by the phone ringing.

She felt a buzz in her head when she heard the weeping of the care aide who couldn’t spit out a complete sentence on the other end of the line.

Even though the other end was stuttering and could not form a whole sentence, she already had a certain premonition.

She stumbled out of bed, grabbed a coat, and rushed out the door.