Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

"I'm not saying this without evidence. I can tell from her eyes that she was the one who poisoned her."

"Besides, I feel like she was targeting me for the poison."

"Are you the target? Tell me about the conflict between you two," the police asked.

"Is such that……"

Zhou Xinyao recounted everything that had happened between her and Qiu Nannan in the past few days.

From the polygraph, there was no sign that she was lying.

The police officer who was interrogating beside him nodded and continued to ask: "She said you poisoned her. Do you have any proof that you didn't poison her?"

Zhou Xinyao smiled helplessly, "I have been at work for the past few days and have never been in front of the coffee machine. How could it be possible that I poisoned it?"

"Okay, let's move on to the next question..."

The interrogation process was complicated and lengthy, with one question after another.

While Zhou Xinyao and others were interrogating him, Song Qiang was also called to the office by his wife.

Looking at Zhao Yang, whose eyes were full of anger and ferocity, Song Qiang knew that his wife was going to lose her temper again today.

"My dear wife, who has upset you so early in the morning?"

Song Qiang stood behind Zhao Yang with a smile on his face, gently massaging her shoulders.

Zhao Yang gently touched Song Qiang's fingers, then suddenly grabbed them and broke them with force.

"Ah~"

Song Qiang screamed in pain and tears were about to fall out.

"Wife, what are you doing now?"

Song Qiang covered his fingers and half-bent his body to look at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang turned his chair, looked up at Song Qiang, and a sharp smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What did you do last night? Which woman did you have dinner with?"

Song Qiang's heart skipped a beat: Oh no, is this gossipy woman following me? What should I do?

Seeing Song Qiang's gloomy look, Zhao Yang raised his hand and slapped him.

He slapped Song Qiang hard in the face.

"What are you planning? Tell me the truth!"

"What am I talking about? I just had a meal with a client yesterday."

Song Qiang replied confidently.

"Heh~ Let me ask you, what kind of client would you spend $300,000 to treat her to a meal?"

Song Qiang covered his face, looking pitiful.

"He's Party A's client. He opened two bottles of red wine last night and spent over 100,000 yuan. He also ordered some dishes, so that's over 300,000 yuan!"

Song Qiang's aggrieved expression made him look as if he was really being wronged.

"You are not lying to me, are you?" Zhao Yang looked at Song Qiang with sidelong eyes.

"No, if you don't believe me, just look~"

Song Qiang then opened his belt and allowed Zhao Yang to check his privacy.

You know it after all these years.

"Well, it seems that you did not lose your virginity yesterday, hahaha~"

Zhao Yang laughed out loud, revealing his two slightly protruding front teeth.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious because of laughing.

Looking at his wife, who was strong and muscular and looked like a man, Song Qiang sighed in his heart.

The two were college classmates. Back then, Song Qiang's family was poor and he almost had to drop out of school because he couldn't afford the tuition. It was Zhao Yang who took out his own pocket money and helped him pay the tuition.

In that era, the tuition fee of more than 6,000 yuan was not too much, but for Song Qiang, who came from a poor family, it was a huge sum of money.

As for Zhao Yang, his monthly pocket money is tens of thousands. Although the two are in the same class, they belong to two completely different classes.

After this help, Song Qiang became very grateful to this female classmate who was as burly as a man, and often helped her to get hot water and pick up takeout.

After a few interactions, Zhao Yang also developed a crush on this poor boy.

Looking back, it was a clear and crisp autumn night. Song Qiang was writing furiously in the library, preparing for the upcoming final exam. In order to get good grades and win a scholarship, Song Qiang spent most of his time in the library.

Just when Song Qiang was studying hard, Zhao Yang called.

Song Qiang glanced at the classmates around him, picked up his worn-out flip phone and walked towards the bathroom.

Twenty years ago, there were no touch-screen mobile phones. As a poor student, Song Qiang naturally could not afford a good mobile phone.

For fear of disturbing other students and being laughed at by other students, Song Qiang dared to answer the phone only after going to the bathroom.

"Hey, Zhao Yang, what's going on?"

"Song Qiang, where are you? I want to see you now."

Zhao Yang's slightly masculine voice came.

Song Qiang didn't feel happy at all. He only felt grateful to Zhao Yang and never had any other thoughts. Moreover, he thought Zhao Yang looked like a man and didn't have any bad thoughts at all.

To put it in today's words, Zhao Yang is so full of sexual attraction that it really doesn't make people have any improper thoughts.

Thinking about the exam tomorrow, Song Qiang wanted to refuse Zhao Yang.

"I'm in the library. I have an exam tomorrow, so I have to review hard today. I want to strive for a national scholarship this year, so my grades must not be any worse than before."

"National award? Eight thousand yuan? Haha, I'll give it to you, come here quickly now," Zhao Yang smiled nonchalantly.

Eight thousand yuan was just a week's pocket money for Zhao Yang. And her family would give her as many as she wanted.

Hearing Zhao Yang's laughter, Song Qiang felt completely humiliated.

At that time, Song Qiang was still an upright, honest and sincere boy who just wanted to create his own world through his own efforts.

"Zhao Yang, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you today. After the exam tomorrow, I will definitely accompany you twice as much."

After saying that, Song Qiang hung up the phone.

Zhao Yang stomped his feet in anger.

Several of her girlfriends nearby were also indignant. "Yangyang, this brat is so ungrateful. Why did you fall in love with him?"

"Yeah, Brother Yang, we prepared carefully for several hours, but in the end, that guy just said he couldn't come and didn't come!"

Another girlfriend pointed at the flowers and colorful lights all over the floor and shouted.

Zhao Yang wiped the tears from his eyes and said angrily: "If he doesn't come to find me, I will go to him!"

Afterwards, Zhao Yang walked towards the library holding a large bouquet of flaming roses.

The other girls in the dormitory gathered around her, their bright faces full of confidence and pride.

Along the way, he quickly attracted the attention of a large number of people.

When we reached the square in front of the library, the crowd started to get excited.

Zhao Yang held up the flowers and stood in the middle of the crowd.

Several young sisters then placed heart-shaped candles next to Zhao Yang.

The scent of roses and the reflection of candlelight made all the boys and girls present feel excited.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath and shouted upstairs: "Song Qiang, I love you~ Song Qiang, marry me!"