Chapter 389: Chapter 389

Heizi glanced around, seeing that Li Si and Leng Mochen were still standing there without moving. He asked curiously, "Hey, what are you two standing there for? Li Si, Leng Er, come back to the station later for a deposition! Treat your injuries after the medical examination."

Are these two having a tiff?

It’s plausible—Li Si must be angry that Leng Er risked himself!

She should be angry! If Li Si hadn’t arrived in time, by the time everyone else showed up, it might’ve already been too late.

"Hiss! Alright!" Leng Mochen, who had been tense earlier, finally realized how much pain he was in after Heizi mentioned it.

Especially in the ribs, where Leng Mohao had kneed him several times. If he hadn’t fought back desperately, perhaps that dagger might have been thrust into his body.

He silently counted his blessings that Leng Mohao hadn’t pulled out the dagger at the start; otherwise, he might not have survived until Li Si came to save him.

Li Si finally responded with a faint hum and nodded at Heizi before leaving the rooftop.

At the police station, after Leng Mohao regained consciousness, he flatly denied having the intention to kill Leng Mochen. He merely admitted that he and Leng Mochen had a disagreement, which escalated into a fight.

Leng Mochen’s injury report showed visible trauma to his neck and abdomen, classified as minor injuries.

In another room, Heizi carefully analyzed Leng Mohao’s microexpressions, all the while recording his voice.

He gestured for his subordinate to bring the audio recording to the stenographer inside and asked them to play it for Leng Mohao.

When Leng Mohao heard the muffled recording of himself disguised on a phone call, he grew visibly tense, though his expression remained composed.

The interrogators loudly confronted him, pointing out that someone had testified to the fact that he was the man in the recording, but Leng Mohao continued to deny it.

"Fine! To prove your innocence, repeat exactly what the man in the recording said!"

Leng Mohao forced himself to stay calm and complied, but his back was already drenched in sweat.

He never anticipated that the other side would bring up audio recordings—but he still clung to hope, believing that a mere recording wouldn’t be enough to convict him.

Little did he know that he was steadily revealing more flaws, and what awaited him was imprisonment. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel{f}ire.net

Heizi immediately handed over the recordings for forensic analysis. Once the results came out, he’d see if Leng Mohao had anything left to say!

The employees at Mo Si notoriously gathered to gossip as they watched Mr. Leng, trailing behind the noticeably pregnant boss lady. Who could’ve done such a vile thing, beating up their strikingly handsome boss ?

Leng Mochen helplessly glanced around—it was mortifying!

At least no one here recognized him; it would only be the ’other’ him’s reputation on the line. Thinking about it this way, he felt slightly better. If Li Si hadn’t occasionally shot him a few glares, he might’ve even started humming a little tune.

In the office, Li Si held a cotton swab dipped in iodine and began cleaning his wounds. There was still blood crusted on the corner of his mouth.

"Hiss! Be gentler!" Leng Mochen felt like she was intentionally taking it out on him. Nobody tended wounds so roughly.

Li Si casually tossed the cotton swab at him. "If it hurts, do it yourself. I don’t care to do it anyway!"

Right now, just looking at him filled her with anger. Did he think she was Lu Zhenghang?

Leng Mochen had no choice but to clean his wounds himself. The injuries on his face weren’t too severe, but his neck was another story—the reflection in the bathroom mirror showed a large bluish-purple bruise.

Leng Mohao must have really wanted to kill him back then.

Li Si’s gaze never left him. They’d been back from Heizi’s office for a while now, yet he still hadn’t left. Which meant Lu Zhenghang was probably still dormant.

Leng Mochen noticed her staring. He lounged on the sofa nonchalantly. "Anxious?"

Li Si’s lips curled slightly. "Not at all!"

At least now that Leng Mohao was behind bars, her worries had eased. Heizi had said that this time, there was no chance he’d come out again.

The only matter left was the original Leng Mochen. Once that was resolved, the two of them could finally live peacefully and anxiously await their baby’s arrival.

Leng Mochen didn’t seem offended and instead examined the surroundings of the office.

Stopping in front of a calligraphy piece penned by Mr. Leng Sr., he stood there quietly for a long time. Li Si refrained from disturbing him.

She could sense that the original Leng Mochen wasn’t inherently bad. Compared to Leng Mohao, he simply lacked scheming depth and had an arrogant, unruly streak that led him to act impulsively.

Suddenly, Leng Mochen straightened and turned to face her. "I didn’t mean to harm either of you. What happened with Leng Mohao was me being impulsive! I can sense that my time is running out. Before I leave, I just want to see my grandfather one last time."

Li Si could keenly feel the deep affection between him and Mr. Leng Sr. Knowing that Leng Mochen himself was about to leave, she felt an overwhelming surge of joy inside—but outwardly she dared not show it. "Alright! I’ll go with you!"

At the Leng Family’s old mansion, Li Si sat quietly as she watched Mr. Leng Sr. smile affectionately. He had put on a turtleneck sweater to conceal the injuries on Leng Mochen, and his tone was warm as he spoke and answered occasionally. A wave of bittersweet emotions hit her out of nowhere.

Come to think of it, he’d been rather pitiful—so young, and yet harmed to death by others.

If Lu Zhenghang hadn’t borrowed his life, Leng Mochen would’ve already been reduced to nothing more than ashes, resting in some scenic cemetery.

She could only hope that he’d be reborn into a kind family in his next life, living in safety, prosperity, and joy.

Li Si once didn’t particularly believe in reincarnation, but her experiences combined with Lu Zhenghang’s made her trust that death might not be the end—it could be a new beginning.

Thinking this way made it easier to confront death without fear.

She thought about her late father, who drowned trying to rescue someone. Was it possible that he, too, had been reborn into someone else’s life, quietly living a peaceful existence?

Would he sometimes miss the daughter he’d raised single-handedly?

Life is death; death is life!

And just like that, she let go of the weight she’d been carrying.

The ancient saying goes: Yesterday is as if it died yesterday; today is as if it is newly born today. Let everything in the past stay in the past!

Mr. Leng Sr. was exceptionally pleased today. Although he was still unwell, seeing how obedient and considerate Mochen was made him feel healthier.

He noticed the injury on Mochen’s lip but didn’t ask about it. Men will be men—what’s a fight here or there?

In the end, he watched his grandson leave reluctantly, with an inexplicable faint sense of heartache. What on earth was going on with these two kids? Why did everything seem tinged with sentimentality?

Mr. Leng Sr. shook his head, staring at their departing figures for a long time.

After leaving the old mansion and getting into the car, Li Si suggested, "Aren’t you going to see your mother? Xiao Ning and your father are abroad, but she stayed behind."

Leng Mochen gazed toward the direction of his family home and shook his head. "No need!" What good would it do? He might not be able to hold back. If he had understood Qian Rouxuan’s situation earlier, how could he have done those hurtful things to his mother?

But his childhood had truly been miserable. His father was always in transit, rarely home. His mother was frequently occupied as well. He was raised by his grandfather from an early age.

However, back then, even his grandfather—still robust and busy—left him alone, living in a castle like a little prince. Except he was a lonely little prince.

Leng Mohao envied him—envied everything about him—but he’d never realize that sometimes Mochen envied him too.

He envied how he had a mother perpetually caring for him, a father who always came home, and siblings who could follow him around everywhere.

At fifteen, his mother finally brought him back to her home, but by then his worldview, values, personality, and everything else had solidified. Added to years of neglect and estrangement, he could never truly bond with his mother or the others.

Only Xiao Ning, so much younger than him, clung to him constantly, calling him "brother, brother" endlessly.

Those images etched in memory flashed before his eyes one by one. If given the chance, he’d truly want to see Xiao Ning again—but he knew there wasn’t time anymore. His time was up! (To be continued. If you liked this work, please visit Qidian.com (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)