Chapter 627 Let Her Accompany Uncle Cao

Chapter 627: Let Her Keep Uncle Cao Company

Yu Lan’s father snapped, "My daughter suffered injustice while she was alive. Doesn’t she at least deserve answers after death?"

Fan Daxi held his mother’s arm and insisted stubbornly, "Mom, let the police investigate. It’s got nothing to do with us anyway!"

Yu Lan had killed herself—it had nothing to do with him.

Even if he was partly to blame, at most it would be moral condemnation. What could anyone do to him?

Soon enough, the cops showed up.

In fact, they had already come earlier.

This time, they returned because of the fight between the Yu family and Fan Daxi.

Someone in the residential compound, fearing the situation might escalate, had called the police directly.

The moment Yu Lan's mother saw them, she demanded justice for her daughter.

However, the police hesitated. "We’ve already confirmed Comrade Yu Lan took her own life—it has nothing to do with anyone else. Folks, I understand your feelings, but that doesn’t give you the right to make trouble."

Yu Lan's mother sobbed, "I know Yu Lan took her own life, but she didn’t just snap for no reason. You’re cops—it’s your job to uncover the truth and give us an explanation."

The police explained, "Last night, Comrade Yu Lan and Comrade Fan Daxi had an argument. We’ve already determined it was because Fan Daxi invited Lu Xiang to their home for New Year’s dinner."

Jiang Yu asked, "Then how did the injuries on her face happen?"

The cop glanced at her. "And you are…?"

Soon, a voice came from outside: "Xiao Lu, these two are big shots from the Second State Cotton Mill."

Then, Lin Chenghui walked in from outside.

Jiang Yu asked in surprise, "Hui Zi, why are you here?"

Lin Chenghui replied, "Brother Yue had me called over."

He Tingyue said calmly, "Figured you’d want to dig into this, so I called Hui Zi over to make things easier."

Otherwise, the situation would remain as it was now—Fan Daxi getting off scot-free.

Like Jiang Yu, he didn’t believe Yu Lan’s death had nothing to do with Fan Daxi.

Lin Chenghui said, "I brought the coroner from the bureau. If Yu Lan’s family agrees, let her take a look."

Yu Lan’s father immediately responded, "We agree!"

But Fan Daxi refused outright. "I’m her husband, and I won’t allow it! Yu Lan has already passed—let her rest in peace! I refuse an autopsy!"

Lin Chenghui explained, "It’s just a simple examination to determine the origin of the injuries. No cutting her open is needed—it’s not as serious as you’re making it out to be."

Fan Daxi remained firm. "I won’t allow it. The cause of Yu Lan’s death has already been determined. Let’s bury her already."

Yu Lan’s sister-in-law scoffed, "I think you’re hiding something! You’re scared the coroner’ll find out what you did!"

Fan Daxi bellowed, "Yu Lan killed herself! I didn’t do anything—why would I be guilty?"

He wasn’t guilty. Yeah, he’d hit her—but who could prove it?

Fan Daxi kept repeating to himself over and over again.

He resented the Yu family’s timely arrival; otherwise, he would’ve already buried Yu Lan.

With Yu Lan's parents present, Fan Daxi's opinion naturally was sidelined.

The forensic examiner conducted an autopsy on Yu Lan, and the findings were clear—she had indeed taken her own life.

But the injuries on her face were not from falling.

"Aside from her face, there are other wounds on her body—some were needle marks, others bruises from pinching."

The crowd exchanged glances, their gazes fixed on Fan Daxi.

Old Mrs. Fan shrunk back guiltily, not daring to raise her head.

When confronted, Fan Daxi showed no guilt and coolly admitted, "During last night's argument, I did hit her, but these aren’t fatal injuries. They didn’t kill her."

He absolutely refused to acknowledge any connection between Yu Lan’s death and himself.

Jiang Yu snapped, "Then what about the needle pricks on her body? How do you explain those?"

Fan Daxi dug in his heels, "I don’t know."

At that moment, two children from the compound suddenly came forward.

Behind them was a woman who spoke softly, "Perhaps my children know what happened."

Fan Daxi shot her a glance. "Tong Xiang, this is none of your business!"

Tong Xiang was the compound’s widow, raising her son and daughter alone.

She was pretty and had a job, which made her well-liked at the mill.

But she was devoted to her children and had no intention of remarrying.

Ignoring Fan Daxi’s words, she looked at Jiang Yu and said, "My children saw something. Let them speak."

She had originally thought it best not to meddle.

But the idea of continuing to live under the same roof as someone like Fan Daxi unsettled her.

Jiang Yu knelt down slightly to meet the children’s eyes.

"What did you see? Can you tell the officer what you saw?"

At their mother’s prompting, they obediently spoke up.

"I saw Grandma Fan poking Aunt Yu Lan with a needle and scolding her."

"I heard Uncle Fan tell Aunt Yu Lan to go to Uncle Cao’s house and entertain him."

"Aunt Yu Lan didn’t want to, so Uncle Fan yelled at her, saying she was already damaged goods since she’d had a child before, and that entertaining Uncle Cao was giving her a chance."

"I’ve seen Uncle Cao before. Why did Aunt Yu Lan have to entertain him?"

"Don’t be stupid. Uncle Fan was angling for a promotion. Grandpa Liu said he was pimping out his wife."

"But Aunt Yu Lan refused, so Uncle Fan beat her."

"..."

The two children spoke in innocent tones, uttering chilling words.

Fan Daxi seemed honest, but no one expected him to be so cruel at heart—even capable of selling his own wife.

Yu Lan's father shook with fury, unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed Fan Daxi and slammed several punches into him.

"Beast! You absolute beast!"

Yu Lan's mother sobbed in anguish, "My daughter! I shouldn’t have compromised! I should’ve never let her marry you!"

Jiang Yu leaned into He Tingyue's embrace, shutting her eyes against the pain.

"Why didn’t she come to me? I told her I had her back. Why didn’t she come to me?"

Fan Daxi panicked. No matter how much Yu Lan's father beat him, he kept gasping the same plea.

"I didn’t kill her! I didn’t kill her!"

No matter what he had done, Yu Lan's death wasn’t his doing.

Tong Xiang hissed at him. "You didn’t kill her, but you’re worse than a murderer. Last night, you got up and stepped out. How could you not have seen Yu Lan hanging from the lintel?"

She had heard it clearly—the footsteps were undeniably Fan Daxi’s.

Many people went out to use the outhouse at night, and any movement in the courtyard would be noticed.

But Fan Daxi had returned suspiciously fast, as if he had just stepped out and immediately turned back.

If Yu Lan’s death hadn’t been discovered this morning, Tong Xiang wouldn’t have suspected a thing.

But the moment she saw Yu Lan hanging, she knew something was off.

"You saw her, but you didn’t raise the alarm. You pretended not to see. Fan Daxi, even if it had been a stranger, you shouldn’t have been so heartless."

The memory of last night flashed in Fan Daxi’s mind.

Tong Xiang wasn’t wrong—he had seen it.

At first, he didn’t recognize who it was, but later, he identified Yu Lan by her clothes.

And precisely because he recognized her, he withdrew his hand, abandoning any thought of saving her.

Yu Lan had been ungrateful, refusing to do even this small favor for him.

All she had to do was sleep with that man once—just one night!

He could have gotten a promotion, a pay raise—was that so wrong?