Chapter 343: Chapter 343

Sang Ning lay face down on the long chair, her body stiff as a corpse—she felt even more rigid than a body dead for several days.

Even while lying down, Sang Ning could still sense Li Sulan and Duan Wenhu reclining on the massage chairs to her left and right.

The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, so soft that one couldn’t discern its source without careful attention.

Judging by the footsteps, the person approaching was cautious—likely the massage therapist arriving.

"Master, just focus on massaging my shoulders and neck, please," Sang Ning said politely when she felt someone approaching from behind, but the person immediately started massaging her feet without saying a word.

Her feet were Sang Ning’s most sensitive area. Instantly, like a cat whose fur had been rubbed the wrong way, she jerked upright and glared: "What are you doing?"

The individual had already grabbed Sang Ning’s ankle, but her abrupt movement made them lose balance. They staggered back, fell abruptly, and leaned on one hand for support, looking up at Sang Ning with a face full of panic. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵

Sang Ning’s eyes widened in disbelief and fear: "Qingyue, why is it you?"

Her composure was shattered—she hadn’t expected the massage therapist Li Sulan and Duan Wenhu hired for her to be Qingyue.

She immediately scrambled off the chair, stood on the ground, and demanded fiercely at Duan Wenhu, "President Duan, are you trying to mess with my nerves?"

Right now, Sang Ning felt an impulse to cut off her own legs. Her distaste for Qingyue was written all over her face. Qingyue, who had repeatedly sold his body for gain, disgusted her to the core.

Duan Wenhu sat up, made pressing gestures with both hands, and signaled for Sang Ning to sit down: "Xiao Ning, Qingyue’s technique is far better than the average therapist’s. Once I’ve been massaged by him, no one else’s technique can compare. See? I gave you the very best I have. How about letting the past go for the sake of my sincerity?"

Sang Ning let out a cold laugh: "Thanks a lot, President Duan, but this ’treasure’ of yours is better enjoyed by you alone."

Qingyue’s face turned as red as a ripe tomato, full of humiliation at being described as a mere "thing" by Duan Wenhu.

"Xiao Ning, everything that happened in the past was Qingyue’s idea. Any grievances you have, feel free to vent on him directly. Look at him, groveling and bowing before you. Are you not feeling a surge of satisfaction?"

After saying that to Sang Ning, Duan Wenhu turned her gaze to Qingyue and berated him sharply: "Why haven’t you knelt down to apologize to Xiao Ning yet? You bumbling fool, you can’t even serve properly."

Treated as nothing but a servant, Qingyue felt as though his spirit had already collapsed. And now—to find Sang Ning was the person he had to serve—he felt an overwhelming impulse to ram his head into the nearest wall.

But he didn’t dare defy Duan Wenhu; without her support, his life would fall apart in an instant.

Duan Wenhu had promised him that if he could successfully please Sang Ning, she would treat him just like before.

Qingyue steadied himself and kneeled, adjusting his posture properly. He straightened his back and lowered his head: "Miss Sang Ning, I’m sorry. Please forgive me."

Sang Ning didn’t feel a shred of pity for Qingyue, despite how low he positioned himself. After all, for what Qingyue had done to Shen Yi, even kneeling until his death wouldn’t be enough punishment.

She directed her sharp gaze at Duan Wenhu and spoke coldly: "President Duan, whether I feel satisfied or not isn’t the point, but I think you’re downright twisted. To have the nerve to kill a living, breathing person—you really are something else."

Duan Wenhu stiffened as though faced with an enemy, her expression taut. Yet, she forced a smile and responded: "Xiao Ning, what nonsense are you babbling? I don’t understand a word of it."

"What I’m saying—" Sang Ning redirected her gaze momentarily to Li Sulan, "is that you and Mrs. Chu conspired to kill Doctor Zhou. Did the thought of turning yourselves into the police ever cross your mind?"

The smile vanished from Duan Wenhu’s face, and Li Sulan’s expression turned a ghostly pale.

"Sang Ning, mind your words. The police have already ruled Doctor Zhou’s death as suicide. How can you spout such baseless rumor-mongering ?" Li Sulan countered sharply, trying to push the accusation back on Sang Ning. Without evidence, her words amounted to nothing.

Sang Ning’s face remained impassive as she asked chillingly: "Do you two need to see the coffin before shedding tears? And must the evidence be laid in front of your faces before you stop insisting otherwise?"

Duan Wenhu felt her heart skip a beat, overwhelmed with panic. What did Sang Ning mean by this? Did she hold evidence in her hands? It couldn’t be, right?

Based on Sang Ning’s personality, had she really possessed evidence, she would have handed it to the police immediately.

"Xiao Ning, we’re family. Speaking —it’s meaningless. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it this time, but let’s not bring it up again," Duan Wenhu said, stubbornly refusing to admit anything.

"Bad luck for you, then. Doctor Zhou’s previous residence had seen a rooftop littering incident where someone was injured. To catch the culprit, the victim had installed surveillance cameras," Sang Ning said with a cruel and icy smile. "President Duan, Mrs. Chu—guess what the camera captured. Was it the culprit tossing objects off the roof, or the culprit throwing people off the roof?"

Duan Wenhu and Li Sulan were overwhelmed with guilt, momentarily losing the ability to think straight. Both stared wide-eyed at Sang Ning, while subconsciously swallowing hard to ease their growing fear and tension.

They temporarily forgot that Doctor Zhou had been killed in the dead of night. To stay unnoticed, the lights hadn’t been turned on inside his home. Even if there were cameras, the footage would probably just be darkness.

The residents in that neighborhood were far from wealthy. How could they afford high-grade surveillance cameras?

"Xiao Ning, jokes have their limits. One or two times might be amusing, but dragging it out isn’t funny anymore. Honestly, your so-called joke doesn’t amuse your aunt one bit," Duan Wenhu said, being the first to recover.

She suddenly realized that if Sang Ning did have evidence, her failure to immediately hand it over to the police was likely due to her considerations for Li Juezhou’s feelings.

This revelation brought Duan Wenhu a strange sense of relief. Clearly, Sang Ning hesitated out of concern for Li Juezhou.

No matter how shaky her relationship might be with Li Juezhou, she was still part of the Li Family. If a scandal erupted, Li Juezhou’s reputation would inevitably take a hit.

As Li Juezhou’s girlfriend, if Sang Ning didn’t safeguard his reputation and instead angered him, she wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.

After reasoning it through, Duan Wenhu suddenly became brazen, feeling as though Sang Ning couldn’t harm her.

"Xiao Ning, not bad. You’re quite understanding. Even before officially entering the Li Family, you already know how to take care of family matters and remove troubles," Duan Wenhu said, playing dumb till the end.

Though Duan Wenhu didn’t outright lay things bare, her implication was crystal clear—she was explicitly instructing Sang Ning to destroy any evidence she might have.

Sang Ning had purposely tested their reaction, and from Duan Wenhu and Li Sulan’s panicked expressions, it was now evident that Doctor Zhou had indeed been murdered by them—there was almost no doubt.

"With someone like you—the kind who kills without batting an eye—in the Li Family, I’d rather never step through its doors. If you somehow grow a conscience and turn yourself into the police, I might just think better of you," Sang Ning said coldly. Initially, she’d intended to finish the massage session before broaching such weighty topics.

But Duan Wenhu had to involve Qingyue in this, disgusting her enough to make her drop all pretenses without delay.