Wife is hell

Chapter 15 Attacked in the middle of the night
Despite his growing suspicions, Jiang Mu suppressed his emotions and continued visiting the remaining two companies on the list.

He didn't return home until almost evening.

After a quick dinner, he returned to his room.

Under the lamp, he carefully went through all the details of his visit to Madam Wu's house during the day in his mind, and then picked up a pen to write them down on paper, trying to make a clearer picture.

"If the murderer is really Wu, then this will be a real problem."

"Among the widows investigated, Madam Wu's identity is the most special, as she is the wife of an official with an imperial decree."

"Moreover, Madam Wu has a cousin named Yan Qingshan who holds an important position in the Patrol Office. It is obviously impossible to arrest and interrogate someone directly without solid evidence."

"That kid was clean when he committed the crime, leaving no solid evidence. The only spiritual object is still inside Manager Tang's body..."

"Without solid evidence, we don't know if Manager Tang would dare to arrest anyone."

Jiang Mu now deeply understood that Uncle An's worries were not unfounded.

This case is too complicated. If he gets involved, he could easily be drawn into the power struggles among high-level forces. At that point, someone as insignificant as him would probably become cannon fodder.

"Forget it, let Tang Da Xigua worry about these things."

Jiang Mu carefully wrote down his analysis conclusions, intending to go to the patrol office the next day to present them to Tang Jinxian.

Ultimately, the decision rests with her.

As for whether today's visit would alert the culprit and invite the murderer's revenge to silence him, Jiang Mu was not too worried.

Wu was not a fool.

Choosing to silence someone at this point would be tantamount to exposing oneself and completely putting oneself in a desperate situation.

"This guy has a strong mentality. He's probably betting that the police won't find any evidence against him and won't dare to touch him. Or maybe he's waiting for the mole in the police station to pass him a message."

Jiang Mu muttered to himself, "His cousin Yan Qingshan is most likely an accomplice of that left-handed man. I wonder if Chief Steward Tang has already suspected him..."

"Ugh, what a mess. Time for bed!"

-

Thin clouds veiled the moon; the night was dark and the wind was high.

A cool night breeze swept across the eaves and treetops, causing the shadows of the branches to sway wildly.

Tang Jinxian quietly hid among the dense tree trunks and branches, her beautiful eyes fixed on a small house with a dim yellow light not far away.

At this moment, she was dressed in a black, fitted outfit.

The tight-fitting design perfectly accentuated her curvaceous and voluptuous figure.

She was spying on the men inside the house.

Yan Qingshan.

After initially identifying two suspects, she used the most primitive yet most effective method: covert surveillance.

Tonight's target is Yanqing Mountain.

However, based on current observations, Yan Qingshan does not seem to be a strong suspect.

Because the other person has a very warm and loving family.

He has a virtuous wife and two clever and filial sons.

The family atmosphere is harmonious and warm.

Tang Jinxian didn't believe that someone in this environment could be the monster who cruelly murdered several women.

But since we're here, it can't hurt to observe more.

Inside the brightly lit house, the family of four enjoyed a happy time together, with the laughter of their youngest son occasionally drifting through the air.

Tang Jinxian was somewhat dazed.

The concept of "family" had long since become distant and unfamiliar to her.

Her grandfather and parents all died on the battlefield, and her husband also died at their wedding banquet. She had long forgotten what he looked like.

There was a time when she did harbor a longing for it deep down.

She longs for a husband who respects and loves her, and one or two well-behaved and adorable children, to spend a peaceful and happy life amidst the mundane details of daily life.

But all of this is now just wishful thinking.

Her identity and background destined her to be a widow for the rest of her life.

The word "remarriage" is absolutely impossible and should never be allowed to appear in the trajectory of her later life.

She came from a military family, a family of unwavering loyalty and valor. Her ex-husband was an exceptionally distinguished scholar of the Hanlin Academy, her father-in-law was a former Grand Secretary who once held immense power, and her mother-in-law was the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Yu…

Under the weight of fame and constraints, she had neither the means nor the freedom to pursue personal happiness.

I am destined to be alone for the rest of my life.

Time passed quietly.

By the time Tang Jinxian snapped out of her reverie, the candlelight in the small house had already gone out.

The family was clearly asleep.

Tang Jinxian waited patiently for a while longer before preparing to leave.

But just as she was about to leave, the door to the cabin creaked open.

Tang Jinxian's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately pressed her body tightly against the tree trunk.

Looking closely, a figure emerged.

It was Yanqing Mountain.

"What's this guy doing out here when he's already asleep?"

Tang Jinxian was puzzled.

Yan Qingshan walked alone to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down, looking up at the hazy moonlight half-hidden by the drifting clouds, seemingly lost in thought.

Tang Jinxian found it increasingly strange and patiently observed the situation.

After a long while, Yan Qingshan returned to the house.

Not long after, he came out again, this time dressed in black, and left the courtyard.

Tang Jinxian quietly followed.

At that moment, she realized that her previous subjective assumptions might be wrong.

Yan Qingshan was the one who gave her the "surprise".

The night was as dark as ink, and a cold wind howled.

The branches of the withered trees on both sides of the road twisted and swayed in the wind, casting eerie and swaying shadows.

Tang Jinxian used her agility to stay far behind Yan Qingshan. She followed him all the way to the Liuyang Street area.

The place was rather remote, with only one gambling den still lit up.

However, Yan Qingshan did not enter the gambling den. Instead, he darted into a narrower, darker alleyway.

Tang Jinxian observed her surroundings, lightly touched the wall with her toes, and moved as nimbly as a swallow, silently gliding to the rooftop beside her. She crouched low and continued her pursuit.

Soon, she saw another figure emerge from the depths of the alley.

is a man.

The other person walked with a hesitant gait, their body swaying slightly.

He was clearly a cripple.

Just as Tang Jinxian was about to take a closer look, a dark shadow suddenly darted out from the other side of the roof beside her, startling her so much that she quickly ducked even lower.

"Meow~~"

The dark figure leaped gracefully from the wall and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

"It was a cat."

Tang Jinxian breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted his rapidly beating heart, looked up at the alley again, and froze.

The alley was completely deserted!
Yan Qingshan and that mysterious lame man have both disappeared!
"Oh no, we've lost them!"

Tang Jinxian quickly swooped down from the roof and sneaked into the alley to search carefully.

But after searching for a long time, they couldn't find even a trace of it.

"Damn cat!"

Tang Jinxian cursed inwardly, feeling extremely annoyed.

After searching around again without success, they had no choice but to head back.

Just then, Tang Jinxian suddenly felt a burning sensation in her abdomen, as if some kind of brand was being burned.

At the same time, her mind began to become hazy.

"This is……"

This familiar heat and dizziness suddenly reminded Tang Jinxian of the feeling she had when she was tamed by a spirit in the cave.

Her expression changed, and she subconsciously touched her neck.

The skin on my neck remained smooth and delicate, without any abnormalities.

She hurriedly reached for the burning sensation in her lower abdomen.

The touch of my fingertips was scalding hot, as if a small, burning furnace was burning inside my body.

"How could this be?"

Before she could figure out what was going on, the woman's mind completely left her body, and she was absorbed by the powerful spiritual force.

A captivating allure quickly overwhelmed her cool, aloof gaze.

Driven by instinct, she lay prone on all fours.

Tang Jinxian looked around and then leaped onto another wall. Relying on a strong intuition, she quickly searched for the "master" in that direction.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the deep night.

-

Inside the room, the moonlight was as white as frost, quietly casting a silvery glow on the floor through the window lattice.

Jiang Mu was fast asleep.

In a daze, I felt an itch on my cheek.

It felt as if tiny, furry insects were crawling around, and a faint, familiar fragrance lingered around my nose.

He reached out and patted it.

But the "bug" didn't leave; instead, it continued to move across his face.

The warm, damp sensation became increasingly clear.

The aroma also became increasingly rich.

Jiang Mu finally opened his sleepy eyes.

Through my blurry vision, I saw a dark head moving around in front of me.

"Nima!!!"

Overwhelmed with shock, he was instantly wide awake, his adrenaline surged, and he sprang out of bed with a start.

Without thinking, he reached under his pillow and pulled out the iron ruler he had hidden there.

He thrust fiercely at the shadowy figure!

"Woof~~"

The dark figure let out a cry.

Jiang Mu suddenly stopped moving.

He stared in astonishment at the strangely familiar, voluptuous silhouette in the darkness, and tentatively called out:
"...Manager Tang?"

"Woof~~"

It was still that same obedient response.

Jiang Mu's heart pounded, and he hurriedly groped for the kerosene lamp on the table next to him to light it.

The dim, flickering light quickly dispelled the darkness, outlining the woman's stunningly beautiful figure.

From her rounded, fragrant shoulders to her slender, supple waist that seems impossible to grasp, and then to that millstone-like rear end...

"This... why is it starting again?!"

Jiang Mu was dumbfounded.

My mind just couldn't quite process it for a moment.

At this moment, Tang Jinxian pounced forward, bringing a fragrant breeze, and easily pushed the still somewhat dazed Jiang Mu back onto the bed.

She lowered her head.

The soft, warm cloves, like tiny brushes, rubbed against the man's face.

They were very cheerful and attentive.

(End of this chapter)