64. Unmasking the Real Culprit

"My dear, although Mo Chuchu has never treated you well, we cannot assume that the matter concerning the child is related to her based solely on that," Jun Lengche said calmly.

"What? Do you think I'm just letting my imagination run wild? You don't believe me?" Tong Zhenzhen became anxious, her voice rising.

Jun Lengche held her shoulders. "My dear, calm down. We need to find evidence."

Evidence? Tong Zhenzhen's mind raced. What evidence could possibly point to Mo Chuchu?

Suddenly, an idea struck her. "Let's go back! Let's hurry back!"

"What is it? Did you think of something?" Seeing her anxious expression, Jun Lengche turned serious as well. Indeed, after her miscarriage, he had been so consumed with trying to win back her heart that he had never suspected anything sinister behind the incident. Now, hearing her say this, there were indeed many suspicious points.

Tong Zhenzhen said through gritted teeth, "I'll go get it and show you!"

Seeing her absolute certainty, Jun Lengche believed her. His handsome brows furrowed deeply, and fury burned within him. No matter who it was, anyone who had harmed his child would face a brutal punishment.

"My dear, once we find the evidence, I will avenge you and our child!" He clenched his fists and made a solemn vow.

The two stared at the changing numbers on the elevator display, wishing they could instantly shoot upward.

At long last, they reached their floor, and she bolted out.

He followed closely behind.

Upon entering the apartment, she rushed straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out the bottle of jujube tea. This was the only item connected to Mo Chuchu, and her intuition told her that something was definitely wrong with it.

However, did this matter have anything to do with Old Madam Jun?

"Isn't this what Grandma gave you?" He had followed her inside and stopped in confusion.

"It was sent by Mo Chuchu, given to me by your grandmother." She held up the bottle, her eyes filled with hatred.

He walked over to her and reached out his hand. "Give it to me. I'll have it investigated."

"Can I trust you?" She clutched the bottle, not handing it over immediately.

"My dear," he whispered with a hint of sorrow, "that was my child, too."

She stared at him for a long time before finally handing it over. "All right, I trust you!"

He took the bottle, turned around, and left.

Li Ming and Julie hurried into the kitchen.

Julie asked with a puzzled look, "What was your husband carrying as he rushed out?"

Tong Zhenzhen's gaze was as cold as a frozen lake. "Julie, the truth about the child is about to come to light."

"The truth? What truth?" Julie, unaware of the situation, asked in astonishment.

Tong Zhenzhen said slowly, "I'm sorry, Julie. I hid the truth—my child was murdered." By this time, she was entirely convinced that the miscarriage was an intentional plot, and she had already locked onto the culprit: Mo Chuchu.

"What?!" Julie gasped. "How could anyone be so vicious? Who was it?"

Li Ming was also deeply shocked.

"We'll know very soon!" Tong Zhenzhen said with a solemn expression.

Julie stepped forward and embraced her. "My poor little Zhenzhen. Everything will be all right. That person will be punished by the heavens!"

Punished by the heavens?! Even if the heavens didn't deal with her, she would make her wish she were dead! Hatred gnawed fiercely at Tong Zhenzhen.

That night, Li Ming stayed with them until very late before leaving.

By the early hours of the morning, Jun Lengche still hadn't returned, and his phone was turned off.

Tong Zhenzhen urged Julie to go back to her room. Yet, lying in bed, she couldn't sleep at all. Her heart felt as though it were being roasted in a pan of oil. Waiting was a form of agonizing torture.

She had no idea what time it was when the door to the master bedroom opened. She bolted upright, leaped out of bed, and ran to the doorway.

Sure enough, it was him!

She grabbed his arm, asking with anxious agitation, "What are the results?!" She focused entirely on his answer, her heart tightly clenched.

His face was gloomy as he said bitterly, "This tea was laced with herbs that promote blood circulation!"

Earlier in the laboratory, when he saw the analysis report, he had wanted to smash the bottle of poison to pieces. However, his rationality prevailed, prompting him to preserve the bottle as evidence.

Not only that, but he had also mobilized his own resources to verify the fact that Mo Chuchu had deliberately had it specially prepared.

That damned Mo Chuchu belonged in hell; she was so vicious and ruthless that she could actually lay a hand on an unborn child.

He would make sure to teach her what karmic retribution truly meant.

For a brief moment, Political Commissar Mo's image flashed through his mind, but it vanished just as quickly. Mo Chuchu was an adult and must pay the price for her own actions.

"Where are you going?!" Finding that she had brushed past him and was dashing toward the door, he immediately pulled her back into a tight embrace.

"I'm going to kill her!" she roared, acting like a madwoman.

He held her tightly. "Rushing to her house? Do you want to perish together with her?"

Having lost her mind at that moment, her sole thought was to avenge her child. She kicked and thrashed, desperately trying to break free from his restraint.

He delivered a sharp chop to the back of her neck, halting her frenzy. Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed and laid her down.

When Tong Zhenzhen woke up, it was already the early hours of the morning. Opening her eyes, she saw Jun Lengche sitting right beside her, watching her unblinkingly.

She rolled over abruptly and threw a punch at his chest. "Why did you stop me?"

"To destroy a thousand enemies at the cost of losing eight hundred of your own? I will handle it." He didn't dodge, letting her beat on him.

When she grew tired of hitting him, he pulled her into an embrace and whispered in her ear, "I'll do the dirty work."

Perhaps due to exerting too much strength, she lost all her remaining energy and let him hold her while she listened to his plan for revenge.

As she listened, her anger gradually subsided, but grief surged back up, and she couldn't help weeping, "But my baby is never coming back."

He held her and coaxed her gently, "We can have another one."

With him? Would they really have another child? She wasn't even sure.

Waking up the next day, Julie immediately asked about the culprit.

Tong Zhenzhen said coldly, "He is going to handle it." Her words radiated a bone-chilling frost.

Julie could tell how deeply the incident had hurt her old friend, so she refrained from preaching any platitudes about how one shouldn't hold onto grudges. Some things could be forgiven; others could not.

"Are we still going then?" Julie asked hesitantly, wondering if the trip was still on.

Tong Zhenzhen nodded. She believed that Jun Lengche's plan would bring Mo Chuchu the punishment she deserved. As for the trip, Julie had meticulously prepared for it, and besides, it would help deepen the relationship between her good friend and Li Ming. Life had to go on after all.

Perhaps it was time to leave this heartbreaking place for a while; she had grieved for far too long.

The four of them arrived at the airport as planned. In the bookstore, Jun Lengche bought a newspaper, spotted the content he was looking for, and a faint smile curved the corner of his mouth.

Tong Zhenzhen glanced over and saw a massive spread detailing the vicious deeds and misconduct of Long Tianyang.

Was this a biography?

The headline read: "Dragon or Worm? The Extravagant Life of a Second-Generation Tycoon." It not only contained specific examples but was also accompanied by vivid, eye-catching photos.

Whose handiwork was this?

It probably wasn't Long Tianyu; boasting widely about the group's vice president in the newspapers would severely damage the corporate image. He wouldn't harm the company's interests.

Could it be Jun Lengche?

At that moment, the television news also began broadcasting scandals about Long Tianyang, complete with commentators tearing him apart and criticizing him mercilessly.

"Zhenzhen, look at this major news story online." Julie, browsing the web, spotted the reports regarding Long Tianyang and made a great fuss. "Isn't this Long Tianyu's younger brother? I never expected him to be so much worse. Women, drugs, gambling—he's done it all."

For all these media outlets to report on this simultaneously meant it couldn't have been arranged overnight. Could Jun Lengche have orchestrated it?

Unable to restrain her curiosity, Tong Zhenzhen tugged at Jun Lengche's sleeve and asked softly, "Did this... have anything to do with you?"

"Wait a moment longer, there should be a breaking update soon." Jun Lengche nodded toward the television with absolute confidence.

Sure enough, a moment later, a scrolling news ticker appeared at the bottom of the screen.

A man surnamed Long had been street racing late at night, crashed into a roadside tree, and broken his leg.

Was it Long Tianyang?

Tong Zhenzhen gripped his sleeve tightly. "Was this your doing? When did you arrange it?"

Seeing her growing anxious, Jun Lengche stopped keeping secrets and told her about how he had discovered at the hospital that Long Tianyang had sent people to track Michelle and investigate her.

So he had laid out his trap long ago; no wonder he had remained so calm all along.

Just how vast was Jun Lengche's influence?

"I didn't tell you because I knew I would handle it," Jun Lengche said, turning his hand over to clasp hers.

Humans were creatures of flesh and blood; how could they be devoid of feeling?

Tong Zhenzhen couldn't sort out her own emotions at that moment. It turned out he had been quietly doing things behind the scenes lately, all to protect her.

Given all this, she knew he wouldn't break his promise regarding the revenge against Mo Chuchu.

Her child would not have been harmed in vain.

Did she still have any reason to hate him now?

No wait, there was also the revenge for her mother's death; she hadn't settled that score yet.

Yet, everything he had done made it impossible for her not to be moved.

Her heart was in chaos, and she had no idea what she ought to do.

Sensing her wavering, Jun Lengche said nothing more, simply staying quietly by her side.

The flight took off on time and landed on schedule.

Emerging from the airport and walking into the parking lot, Tong Zhenzhen was struck dumb with astonishment when she saw the behemoth parked before them.

She stammered slightly, "This... this... isn't this a motorhome? They have these in the domestic market now too?"

Furthermore, the exterior of the motorhome was painted with wedding portraits of her and Jun Lengche, accompanied by a pink slogan: "A Lifetime of Happiness."

Julie hooked her arm around Tong Zhenzhen's shoulders and excitedly claimed credit. "Although your husband paid for the vehicle, painting your wedding portraits and the slogan on it was entirely my idea. Pretty good, right?"

Tong Zhenzhen didn't know what to say, especially when she met Jun Lengche's tender gaze, which sent her heart into an even greater turmoil.

"The journey to the Populus euphratica forest is a long one, and I was afraid you would wear yourself out." Jun Lengche walked over, took her hand, and led her onto the vehicle.

The spacious driver's compartment seamlessly connected with the living area.

The beige interior was as warm as a home. The living area was carpeted and equipped with an LCD TV, a sound system, and four-seater leather sofas, while a corner was outfitted with a computer desk and chair.

Farther inside were the kitchen and dining area, complete with an induction cooktop, an oven, and a refrigerator.

At the very back was a bedroom featuring a spacious two-meter-wide bed, facing another wall-mounted LCD TV. Next to it was a fully equipped bathroom with separate shower and bathtub facilities.

It was practically an ultra-luxury mobile home.

Although Tong Zhenzhen was not a materialistic girl, she knew that a man would only spend a fortune on a woman he truly cherished.

Jun Lengche's devotion and care were obvious to anyone with eyes.

Panic began to flutter in her chest.