Chapter 571: Poisoned and Not Rescued in Time

Chapter 571: Poisoning: No Rescue in Time

Normally, Su Jianjun would have scolded Ji Qingqing harshly, calling her a good-for-nothing wife who couldn’t handle money.

But under the current circumstances...

He had already poured rat poison into the bottom of that bastard’s rice bucket. If they got this policy and Ji Qingqing and that adulterer died from poisoning together, wouldn't he be inheriting a huge fortune?

Both husband and wife had their own schemes. Ji Qingqing didn’t need much persuasion to get Su Jianjun to agree to buy the insurance.

To keep up appearances, Ji Qingqing and Su Jianjun deliberately bought insurance for the entire family of three.

Ji Qingqing even asked Su Jianjun for last month’s salary, and for the sake of the bigger plan, he reluctantly handed it over.

After buying the insurance, Su Jianjun was itching for it to happen. He hoped Ji Qingqing would quickly go out to meet her lover, so she and Gao Shuibing could eat the poisoned rice at home and die together. Then, he could inherit the massive insurance payout and live like a king.

Previously, he had shoved Li Yulan to the ground and was terrified afterward, paranoid the Wangs would hunt him down—Su An didn’t play around.

Later, he secretly went to the hospital to inquire and learned that Li Yulan was seriously injured. He heard she had been sent to the provincial capital. He wasn’t sure whether the Wang family hadn’t had time to come after him or if Zhang Shuangshuang hadn’t clearly seen his face.

For now, he didn’t dare show his face around them, and he was worried the Wang family might seek revenge later.

So, his plan to reconcile with Wang Xiaocui and take over her shop was temporarily put on ice. But if he got his hands on six grand, things would be different. He could buy a house in Longxiang District and even open his own shop as the boss.

A backcountry hag like Wang Xiaocui was no longer worth his attention. With money, he could replace that wretched Ji Qingqing and even marry a young, untouched girl.

Oh, and he’d need to find a skilled doctor to get himself checked out too.

Days passed, and Su Jianjun’s anticipation fizzled out. His relationship with Ji Qingqing worsened during this time. He even found excuses to beat her twice and kicked her out of the house twice, yet both Ji Qingqing and Gao Shuibing remained alive.

Why hadn’t they died yet?

What Su Jianjun didn’t know was that before Gao Shuibing could finish the rice in his rice bin, his job handed out a new bag of rice. He brought it home and poured it directly into the jar, burying the layer of rice mixed with rat poison deep beneath the fresh batch.

Su Jianjun grew increasingly anxious, while Ji Qingqing and Gao Shuibing were also getting impatient.

They had come up with two plans, but both were half-baked, so they hadn’t acted yet.

Moreover, Su Jianjun had been strictly stuck to his daily grind between work and home, never wandering off, leaving them no suitable chance.

Finally, Su Jianjun couldn’t take it anymore. He decided to sneak into Gao Shuibing’s house while he and Ji Qingqing were away to check what was going on.

His every move was spotted by Ren Shan, who had been keeping a close eye on him.

Ren Shan didn’t know what he was up to. The last time Su Jianjun appeared at Gao Shuibing’s house, it was because of her, but she didn’t understand why Su Jianjun, Gao Shuibing, and Ji Qingqing hadn’t ended up killing each other.

Seeing Su Jianjun slip into Gao Shuibing’s house, she considered whether to find a way to lure Gao Shuibing back. But before she could act, Su Jianjun slipped out through the back door.

He had figured out why Gao Shuibing and Ji Qingqing hadn’t been poisoned—the poisoned rice got buried under new stock, and the poison bottle had been rinsed and dumped in the water supply.

When he got home that afternoon, Su Jianjun took his rage out on Ji Qingqing again and threw her out, bolting the door behind her.

This time, it had to work.

Su Jianjun was too amped up to sleep until midnight.

The next day, he went to work as usual, though he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

Sure enough, before noon, word reached him—Ji Qingqing had an accident.

Su Jianjun rushed to the hospital with the messenger. Seeing the uniformed police officers, his eyes briefly narrowed before he quickly put on an act of worry. "What happened? Where's my wife? Where is she? What exactly happened to her?"

When he heard that Ji Qingqing hadn't survived the emergency treatment, Su Jianjun seemed struck by a devastating blow, standing frozen for a long moment before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh God, Qingqing, Qingqing! How could this happen? Oh my God, how could something like this occur? It's all my fault! I shouldn’t have argued with you yesterday, it's all my fault! Where is she? Comrade officers, what exactly happened?"

Su Jianjun clutched at the officer’s leg, bawling uncontrollably, snot and tears running down his face.

At this moment, he was playing the role of a heartbroken, devoted husband who had lost his partner—so convincingly that even the officers couldn’t help but look at him with sympathy.

"Comrade Su, please calm down. There's no bringing back the dead. We called you here to inform you of your wife’s passing, and second, to ask you a few questions to clarify the situation."

"We need to ask - do you know Gao Shuibing?"

Su Jianjun’s eyes darted briefly before he quickly resumed his sorrowful expression and shook his head. "No, I don’t. Why are you asking about him?"

The uniformed officer paused before stating bluntly, "Your wife died from tetramine poisoning. Another comrade, Gao Shuibing, was also poisoned alongside her. They were discovered at the entrance of Gao Shuibing’s home and rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately, Comrade Ji Qingqing had ingested too much poison and didn’t survive the treatment."

"As for Comrade Gao Shuibing, he consumed less poison and survived, but his internal organs suffered severe damage. Our investigation found traces of tetramine in the rice jar at Gao Shuibing’s home. Gao Shuibing denies any suicide attempt, and based on the fact that both Ji Qingqing and Gao Shuibing crawled out of the house to seek help, we can confirm that the poison was not administered by either of them..."

Su Jianjun’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest, but on the surface, he maintained a look of shock.

"What? Who is Gao Shuibing? After Qingqing and I argued, didn’t she go back to her parents’ home? What’s her relationship with Gao Shuibing? How could she have been poisoned at his house? Did Gao Shuibing assault my wife and murder her?"

That bastard Gao Shuibing actually lived—Su Jianjun felt a pang of regret, but he quickly regrouped and seized the opportunity to attack.

Since he didn’t die, then he should at least pay dearly for this. His wife died at Gao Shuibing’s doorstep, poisoned in his home—he'd have to answer for this. At the very least, compensation was unavoidable.

"Why was Qingqing at his house? Why was she poisoned there? Why did only Qingqing die while he survived? Qingqing and I have been married for so many years, and I never knew she was acquainted with someone named Gao Shuibing. Did Qingqing go there on her own, or was she tricked into going?"