A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

"Ouch, that hurts so much! Shi Yanxia, ​​you bitch, I'll make you pay for this sooner or later!" Leng Chengshen said through gritted teeth.

He reached for his phone, opened the location app, and found that his fingertips felt a burning sensation the moment he tapped it. He froze.

Looking at the phone screen, under his gaze, it exploded with a "boom".

"Ah." Leng Chengshen groaned in pain as his hand was jolted open by the explosion. He felt his fingertips were blackened and the skin seemed to be burned. He held up his hand in pain, the pain piercing him.

He swayed a few times, an explosion occurred inside the elevator, and water rushed towards him from the fire hydrant next to him.

"Hiss." He groaned as the water surged towards him, causing him to stumble backward and fall to the ground. The elevator fell silent instantly. He got up in surprise and reached out to press a button.

"Damn it, the elevator stopped." Leng Chengshen stared in disbelief as the elevator plunged into darkness.

None of the buttons worked, and his mind went blank. He hadn't expected that he had just clicked on the location software to see if it would still work.

As luck would have it, the phone exploded, right in the elevator, causing the elevator to detect the explosion risk and immediately cut off the power.

"Is anyone there?" Leng Chengshen asked anxiously.

He frantically patted the edge of the elevator and pressed the 24-hour alarm button, but it was no use.

"Damn it." Leng Chengshen couldn't help but swear.

Trapped in the dark elevator, a sense of fear welled up inside me. The image of Shi Yanxia kept flashing through my mind, reminding me of how she handled danger on the deserted island with remarkable composure.

"Shi Yanxia, ​​save me." He subconsciously dialed Shi Yanxia's number.

He discovered that his phone had no signal, and Leng Chengshen finally panicked. He frantically pounded on the elevator door, but it was completely quiet outside. He collapsed to the ground.

I never imagined that coming to the hospital would bring me bad luck, just like running into the Shen family.

At this moment, he regretted coming to the hospital.

Shen Lianchu's face kept appearing clearly in his mind, and Leng Chengshen felt inexplicably flustered. He vaguely heard sounds coming from outside, and he tried to scream for help.

I vaguely heard someone say in a low voice, "Are you sure it's this person?"

"It's him, he's very lucky," the woman said softly.

The voice was very soft and low, yet it sent chills down his spine. He vaguely felt that the voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

It seems to be Shen Lianchu's? What does she mean by that?

Who has the best life? Yourself? Or someone else?

His mind raced, and he realized that the people outside were trying to pry open the elevator door. Leng Chengshen felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat.

He struggled to escape, but he couldn't get out.

The next second, the elevator doors opened with a "bang".

A figure rushed in anxiously from outside. When Leng Chengshen saw Shen Lianchu appear, he struggled a few times, but found himself powerless. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

As she fainted, I heard her whisper, "Leng Chengshen, I've finally found you."

As soon as she finished speaking, he vaguely felt her fingertips tracing his cheek. His body trembled, and he completely fainted.

***

Late at night, inside the Zhan residence

The study was dimly lit. Zhan Jinglin stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his dark eyes gazing at the night sky, his fingers still gripping his phone, lost in thought.

"Sister-in-law, did you stay out all night?" Leng Zhimo touched the tip of his nose.

He swayed with the red wine in his hand, then walked towards Zhan Jinglin, leaning against the French windows. A faint smile appeared on his devilish face as he glanced at Zhan Jinglin.

"Are you very free?" Zhan Jinglin asked in a deep voice.

A single sentence, yet powerful and forceful, its coldness carrying a hint of threat.

Leng Zhimo held his wine glass and took a small sip.

“I’m not free. I originally wanted to ask my sister-in-law some medical questions, but I didn’t expect her to be not coming home tonight,” Leng Zhimo said hastily, his heart skipping a beat.

He and Zhan Jinglin grew up together, and this was the first time he had ever seen displeasure in Zhan Jinglin's eyes.

Zhan Jinglin is usually calm and decisive in his actions, never showing his emotions outwardly, but tonight was an exception.

"By the way, you've always suspected that there's something wrong with your mother marrying into the Zhan family. Could it be that you also suspect that your uncle attacked you, and that this is related to your father's accident?" Leng Zhiming asked suspiciously.

The Zhan family has always kept a low profile, and Zhan Jinglin had never mentioned it before.

"I used to suspect that my mother's family had ulterior motives towards the Zhan family, thinking they were after the Zhan family's property. But since my accident, my uncle has suddenly disappeared."

“Then my father’s death may not necessarily have been an accident,” Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

Leng Zhimo's hand holding the wine cup tightened involuntarily.

"When your father had that accident, my father examined his body and confirmed it was an accident. The surveillance footage also showed it was indeed a car accident, and the other driver was drunk."

“The drunk driver didn’t charge any extra money,” Leng Zhimo said in a low voice.

Zhan Jinglin remained silent, but tightened his grip on the phone.

"If my uncle could lay a hand on me, it means he couldn't have allowed my father to live. My father's death, seemingly normal, was likely orchestrated."

"Don't let anyone else know about this yet. My grandfather is old and can't handle any shocks," Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

Leng Zhimo nodded and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. When I get back, I'll subtly ask my dad about the autopsy he did and get the report to look at," Leng Zhiming said.

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Zhan Jinglin turn around, walk to the front of the office, and hand over something.

"What is this?" Leng Zhimo asked, completely bewildered, and took it without thinking.

He glanced down and saw it was the medical report. Suspicious, he quickly flipped through it and whispered, "You actually brought the medical report?"

"Take a look and see if there's anything wrong," Zhan Jinglin said in a deep voice.

Leng Zhiming quickly put down his wine glass, took the autopsy report, walked to the sofa, and read it carefully.

"The car accident caused a sudden heart attack, and the lack of timely rescue led to death." Leng Zhiming held the medical report between his fingers and read it several times.

“From this perspective, it certainly makes sense. If a heart attack isn’t treated promptly and there’s no medication available, it can directly lead to death,” Leng Zhiming said.

Upon hearing this, Zhan Jinglin slammed his fingertips heavily on the table.

"The key point is that my father has heart disease and takes medication regularly, but he happened to not have his medication with him on the day of the accident. Do you think that's possible?" Zhan Jinglin asked coldly.

Leng Zhimo's lips moved slightly before he closed the report.

"That's impossible. So what appears to be a normal death could have been a setup, and that person was someone close to him."

“Secretary, assistant, housekeeper, even your mother,” Leng Ziming said in a low voice.

Zhan Jinglin remained silent, slowly closing his dark eyes, the words Shi Yanxia had spoken echoing in his ears.

"You must remember that you are close relatives, besides your uncle, who else is involved?"