The Villain And His Sweet Wife - Chapter 108

Jin Yun thought he had gotten away with it.

He swore he’d live with the guilt and see through to Jin Qing’s suffering. But instead, Jin Qing had found happiness in that girl. That damn girl. The one who ruined everything!

Jin Yun’s silent alarm went off.

But none of his security came. Which meant they were dealt with. He knew they were here before he saw them.

Jin Yun had to admit. It was an accident. He thought Long Mei had run away with Jin Qing, so he sent out assassins to take them out.

When he learned Jin Hu was in the car, he felt nothing but devastation. And to make matters worse, Long Mei survived.

And her family protected Long Mei during her recovery. They never let anyone see her.

He supposed he deserved what was to come now. He would join his prodigal son.

Before him now was Long Xiatian.

She sat on one of his armchairs like a makeshift throne. One of her legs dangled over an armrest, wearing a dark grin that told him she was going to have fun. Excitement roiled off her. God, he hated the Longs.

Beside the Empress stood the identical twins that shared the same flash of anger, a promise of death. Behind Long Xia was the eldest son, who only stared and observed keenly and murky. He felt as if the God of Death came for him now with his ghouls.

Jin Yun tried to reach for his emergency button when someone punched him from the jaw upward, and he fell to the ground.

He heard one of the brothers say, “I say we take our time with this one.”

“Agreed. We should torture him.”

Long Kun lifted Jin Yun’s head from the floor. “This is for hurting our sister,” he heard before he blacked out.

…

The next morning, Jin Qing heard urgent banging on the door.

He did not want to leave the bed, let alone leave his future wife, but he would not receive any visitors if it were not important.

Long Mei slipped from the bed and followed him, clinging onto his arm. She refused to leave his side, and he loved her for it.

They answered the door and a policeman—his colleague—said, “Mr. Jin…We are sorry to inform you of your father’s passing…”

The policeman then explained what happened, and they suspected it to be a homicide. They collected evidence and have sent it to the lab. An autopsy was to come.

“A homicide?” Jin Qing feigned. He knew well it was.

“There are signs of forced entry, and there is trauma all over the body. Since he is your father, we will spare the details. We will take the case from your hands,” he said.

“There’s no need,” Jin Qing informed. “I am Head of the Department.”

“But, sir—”

“Leave it to my team.”

Jin Qing needed to take over the case to tamper with the evidence. He was good at it. It was why he was so influential in the Black society—why everyone wanted to work with him. He had leverage on every person. If anyone rats him out, he could give a double hand, sending them to prison for a life sentence as well as their whole gang. Everyone had more to lose than him.

“Yes, sir. And my condolences.”

“Thank you,” Jin Qing said.

The officers left, and Jin Qing shut the door behind him.

Long Mei clung to him tighter. Her eyes gleamed with tears, worried about him. “Are you okay?” she questioned.

He squeezed the hand that found his chest. “I’m okay, love.” He kissed her forehead. “I feel better knowing we’re safe now.”

“What about your younger brother? And your sister? What will happen to them now?”

“They will be staying with their mother, and I will be looking after them.”

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Jin Qing knew her mind would not be easy until she admitted all of his feelings. “I am processing it. As much as I hated that man, he was still my father, and I was the one that sent his killers,” he paused. “There is some guilt I feel, but it’s something I will live with and get over eventually.”

Long Mei relaxed after hearing his true thoughts. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I love you,” he breathed, kissing her gently.

Jin Qing then pulled her up against him and swept her from her feet. He carried her back to their room and showed how much he loved her beneath the sheets.

…

Long Mei was in her honeymoon phase. It took days for her to leave the house, to leave Jin Qing’s side. She was addicted to him. She was in love with him.

Jin Qing had to go back to the office to cover up her sibling’s mess. He mentioned that Long Xia was usually good at leaving nothing behind, but the crime scene had been so bad, so brutal, that it proved to take longer to cover up than anticipated.

So she decided to visit Luo Nuying and told her everything, vomiting out her relationship with Jin Qing. What it was like before. What it’s like now.

Luo Nuying was stuffing her mouth with popcorn and looking at her with wide eyes.

“Where did you get the popcorn from?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It showed up in my hand,” Luo Nuying said and put it aside. “So this whole time, you and Jin Qing were in a fake engagement…but it’s real now? I mean, you two are getting married? But you had sex with him, then broke his heart and then got together with him by force, and now you are together in love? And his father was the one who tried to kill Jin Qing and you? But it was your sister and brothers that got to him?” Her mind then wandered. Long Mei chuckled, knowing she was having trouble following and thinking about Long Kun simultaneously.

“I should check in on your brother.”

Long Mei laughed.

Luo Nuying heard the phone ring, and then he answered, “I’m busy. Leave me alone,” and hung up. She then smiled.

Long Mei looked at her puzzled. “Why do you look happy?”

“Oh, it’s because I called him yesterday, and he hung up right away. But he said five words to me this time! It’s something, right?”

Long Mei worries about her friend sometimes. An idea then hit her. “You know what? We should see him now!”

“What?” Luo Nuying widened her eyes like saucers, and she looked as if the idea mortified her.

“Yes, let’s go visit him!” Long Mei then pulled her by the hand and began to drag her out of the café.

“Wait! No! Long Mei…!!”