The Genius Sweetheart of the Abstinent Goblin Boss

"My God, this Zeng guy is a real bastard!!"

'Isn't that fucking perverted? Killed someone and buried them in the garden? Lived with the corpse?'

'That's just perverted! He might even enjoy it, right?'

"My God, this is truly mind-blowing."

……

While everyone was shocked, they also naturally had doubts about the victim's identity.

Presiding Judge: "Defendant, do you have anything to say?"

Zeng Nian's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"No...it wasn't me, it was Zeng Yan! Zeng Yan did it! I had no idea!"

Yes! Just push it all onto Zeng Yan! Anyway, he can't bring himself to say anything now.

And Zeng Nian did not lie about one thing: he knew nothing about burying the body in the garden.

Although he personally ordered the men to be killed and watched them being dealt with one by one in front of him, he still felt unsatisfied even after they were beaten to death. He insisted that they continue beating the corpses until they were no longer recognizable as human before he stopped.

But later on, he always left the dirty work of dealing with corpses to Zeng Yan, even though Zeng Yan was only 15 years old at the time. Zeng Yan never cared about anything.

However, Zeng Yan always handled things very cleanly, but he never expected that it was these sixteen people who would cause him to plant such a huge time bomb.

Let him take the blame for the whole thing.

The prosecutor couldn't help but sneer: "Zeng Yan is now in a vegetative state, with no way to testify, so you're putting all the blame on him?"

Zeng Nian had already squinted hard, and a renewed sense of confidence had rekindled within him.

"Ha~ Everything I said is true. It was Zeng Yan who made the mistake. Even if I am his biological father, I cannot take the blame for him."

As he spoke, he cast a fierce glance at the useless lawyer.

The young lawyer shuddered and immediately stood up:

"Objection! We object to the prosecution's unsubstantiated subjective conjectures against my client."

The prosecutor didn't give the other side a chance to breathe.

"Your Honor, our side is not making unfounded presumptions. We will continue to present evidence collected through legal procedures as proof of the facts."

Zeng Nian tensed up again, and his lawyer was dumbfounded.

How much evidence does the other side actually have? It's a series of interconnected pieces of evidence, leaving no room for the other side to catch their breath.

With the presiding judge's permission, the prosecutor produced the next document and had his assistant project it onto the large screen, playing it one by one.

"This is a confession written by Zeng Yan, the battalion commander of the West Suburbs Military Camp, who is also the defendant's eldest son. It was submitted to this case by Zeng Yan's ex-wife, Ms. An Lian."

The document clearly identifies the 16 victims and includes photos of them during their lifetime.

They were all former high-ranking military guards under Commander Qi Mu, had been on real battlefields, eliminated countless internal threats, and repeatedly suppressed foreign forces. They had all risked their lives to protect the peace of China and were true heroes!

However, for some unknown reason, the credit for those battles was later all attributed to Zeng Nian.

Upon hearing this, and looking at the vivid photos of the deceased on the screen, faint sobs could be heard from the scene, and the comments on various platforms seemed to be paused.

No one can explain exactly what this sadness feels like.

Regret? Heartache? Angry? Feeling sorry for them?

None of them seem to have enough power to express it.

The hero who protected all Chinese people did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died from the cruel murder of his own people.

They escaped death on the battlefield, but ultimately fell into eternal slumber beneath the filthy Zeng family garden, without even a tombstone...

That treacherous man even shamelessly and complacently claimed the glory they had fought so hard for, leaving the true heroes dead for over 20 years without a single person remembering them.

In the courtroom, in a corner unseen by the others, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at the evidence on the table, unable to look away for a long time, especially the photograph of the pile of white bones.

Each piece of skull began to gradually regain its original, vibrant appearance in his eyes.

In an instant, millions of frames of memories suddenly surged into his magnetic field.

Resilient smiles, loyal cries of "Brother Mu," scenes of fighting side by side...

Qi Mu felt as if his whole body was on fire, so hot that his entire body felt like it was about to explode. His skin began to crack, and blood gushed out wildly from the corners of his eyes.

Everyone present suddenly noticed that the temperature had dropped significantly. What was once a comfortable temperature was now so intense that even hugging one's arms made one shiver.

Ji Ran's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately got up and left the scene.

"Eh..." Qin Wenzhou subconsciously wanted to ask, but thinking of the unusual temperature, he guessed something and didn't stop him. He could only sit in his seat with a worried look on his face.

Zeng Yichen knew that Ji Ran had gotten up and left, but after learning the identities of the deceased, he didn't even have the courage to look up at her again.

Ji Ran ran all the way back to Qin Wenzhou's car through the VIP channel.

"Professor Ji, what's wrong with you..." the driver asked in surprise.

Ji Ran closed the car door and said two words to the driver without expression.

"go out."

The inexplicably powerful aura made the driver dare not say another word and immediately got out of the car.

Ji Ran sat down, took a deep breath, and softly called out the name.

"Qi Mu".

However, she was still all alone. She closed her eyes and let out a soft cry once more.

"Qi Mu...please..."

This time, even his voice trembled slightly, clearly showing his anxiety and unease.

The next second, she was enveloped in a chilling cold, much colder than usual.

The familiar sandalwood scent was now overwhelmed by the strong smell of blood.

Ji Ran slowly opened her eyes and felt the man's entire body trembling uncontrollably. She endured the icy coldness and hugged him tightly with heartache, raising her hand to pat his back.

Nothing was said.

After a long time, his body gradually returned to a slightly cool state, and all the cracks in his skin were completely healed.

Ji Ran's face was also a little pale. After all, it was late autumn, and it was quite cold to hold a piece of ice for a long time.

Feeling the girl in his arms trembling slightly, Qi Mu's thoughts were immediately pulled back. He looked down at the girl's pale face, which was slightly red from the cold.

Realizing it was his fault, he immediately released her, his expression full of remorse.

"I'm sorry, Ranran..."

Looking at his eyes, which were still bloodshot, Ji Ran felt only heartache, not blame.

She didn't say anything, but leaned closer again, hooked her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Qi Mu felt a sharp pain in his chest. He wanted to hold her tightly, but the intense guilt made him freeze in place.

But he couldn't bring himself to push her away.

"hug."