The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Chapter 470: Chapter 470 Dead men can’t be resurrected, unless….._1
 

Leng Weixuan pushed open the door to the villa’s bathroom, taking a harsh cold shower inside. He wanted to wash away the bad luck on his body, but it felt like no amount of showering could get rid of it.

While he may be a rich playboy, he was not a desperate, vicious criminal. Murder was something he was experiencing for the first time. Even thinking about it now, he was cold sweating all over. Regret. He really didn’t want to kill.

All the blame goes to that madman Tang Zhou. So what if he had concealed illnesses? So what if they were severe? It was not a big deal; he could have kept it a secret. Did he have to go mad over it?

Even if Tang Zhou were a little more rational, there was no way he could have killed someone out of fury!

Leng Weixuan shivered severely. After taking a bath, he lied down on the bed and tried to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tang Zhou coming to haunt him. The fear woke him up from his dreams, completely unable to sleep peacefully…

He now wished he could slap himself twice. Why did he provoke Tang Zhou for no reason? It was just a rivalry. Was it worth it to start a feud that cost a life?

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Ye Xingguang bought incense and joss paper, returned to the Ye family estate. Traditions demanded him to mourn.

Before even stepping into the mourning hall, he could sense a heavy, depressive atmosphere over the Ye family. It took him a while to find Ye Junqing, a man who usually didn’t smoke, sitting on a stone bench next to a basketball court in the estate with Leng Chenmo.

By the time she approached them, she saw more than twenty cigarette butts piled in front of them. Both men were smoking fiercely, the smoke so suffocating she couldn’t help but cough twice.

Hearing her coughs, Ye Junqing threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and crushed it fiercely.

Then, he stretched out his hand, pulling her to his side, his voice hoarse: “When did you come?”

“Not that long ago. How could something like this happen? Are you okay?” Ye Xingguang sat beside him, asking softly.

Ye Junqing also wanted to know why this happened. Just a few days before Tang Zhou was pestering him for a memento from his first love. He said: “Tang loved playing basketball here. Could you sit with me here for a while?”

“Okay.”

Ye Xingguang glanced at Leng Chenmo next to her. He was still smoking. Amid the swirling smoke, she could see his eyes, raw and bloodshot. Dust and weeds from the bushes were on his hair, and he didn’t bother to brush it off.

“So, Tang Zhou had a car accident? His car drove off the mountain road and fell into a valley? Do we know when it happened?”

Ye Junqing shook his head: “We just know that he left the racing club at 3:50. Calculating based on his usual driving speed, the incident should have occurred around 4:20. We are not sure if it was just an accident or if anything happened.”

At this moment, Leng Chenmo’s phone rang. He got a text message, and his fingers spasmed violently, creaking: “It was not an accident. Someone was driving to the club around 4:00. They got to the scene before what happened, and saw road signs indicating a road collapse ahead and asked to detour!”

Simultaneously, Xiao Yun gave Ye Junqing a call, saying: “Junqing, we found out. The stretch of road where young master Tang encountered the accident was blocked yesterday afternoon. Several car owners reported seeing road signs telling them to detour. However, there was no road collapse that would make the road impassable on the segment where young master Tang had the accident. We initially suspect it was a murder.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Investigate!” Ye Junqing spat out three words.

Xiao Yun: “Yes.”

Ye Xingguang sat on the side listening. However, even if the investigation revealed it was a murder, Tang Zhou was already dead. The dead cannot come back to life, unless…