Chapter 25: A Confession?

Jiang Yue hung up the phone and glared at Liu Qing without saying a word. She turned around and called to Jiang Zi, "Let's go."

Jiang Zi looked at the bouquet in her hand and asked, "Sis, what happened? I haven't even offered incense to him yet."

"Then hurry up. I need to go to the police station."

Hearing this, Liu Qing immediately asked, "What do you mean? Is there news about Chu Jianghe's case?"

Jiang Yue shot a cold glance at Liu Qing and replied, "And if I don't tell you, what are you going to do about it?"

Liu Qing didn't press further and immediately turned to run out of the cemetery.

I was surprised myself. Judging by what Jiang Yue just said, could they have actually caught the driver who caused the accident? But hadn't I heard Cheng Jun say that he had already sent that driver abroad? What was going on?

After Liu Qing hurried away, Jiang Zi placed the white chrysanthemums she was holding in front of my tombstone and lit three sticks of incense.

"Chu Jianghe, although I didn't like you, I have to admit that you were good to me over these past few years."

"Especially when you helped me adapt my script into a comic, which got me a chance to star in a lead role. I came here today to thank you for that."

"And before, when I broke my second aunt's bracelet, you were the one who took the blame for me. Even that time I was caught by paparazzi drinking at a bar, it was you who warned me..."

At this point, Jiang Zi’s tone softened, and her expression grew solemn.

Jiang Yue urged her from the side, "Hurry up. Why are you saying so much to a dead person?"

Jiang Zi looked at the photo on the tombstone with a complex expression. After a moment of silence, she turned to Jiang Yue and said, "Sis, why don't you go ahead? I want to sit here for a while."

"What for?"

"I don't know. I just want to sit here."

"Fine, I'll wait for you in the car. Make it quick."

After Jiang Yue left, I knew she wasn't rushing to the police station; she just didn't want to stay there. Once she was gone, Jiang Zi sat down slowly beside the tombstone.

"I don't know what brand of cigarettes you liked, so I just bought a pack. Let me light one for you."

She took out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it before my tombstone.

She bowed her head and continued to murmur, "I really did do many things to hurt you over the years. I couldn't help it; my sister didn't like you, and I always felt you were punching above your weight by marrying into our family."

"But when I think about it carefully, ever since you married my sister, you were always hardworking and uncomplaining at home. No matter how my sister or our parents treated you, you always returned malice with kindness."

"How should I put it? I didn't really hate you that much."

"Actually, you were quite a good person. Maybe it’s just that I didn't know you had so many bright spots before. I only saw you as Cheng Jun’s substitute and thought you were useless."

"After all, you were a live-in son-in-law, and I always assumed you were only here for our family's money."

"But today I realized you have such great artistic talent. Why did you even come to our house as a live-in husband? With your painting skills, it wouldn't have been hard to find a good job, would it?"

"Was it really just for my sister? If so, you truly loved the wrong person. I’ve known for a long time that my sister always had Cheng Jun in her heart. She even tried to commit suicide when he left."

"Why did you have to fall for her?"

"Heh, if you had met me earlier and fallen in love with me, maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Hearing her say this, I was taken aback. It was too late to realize all of this now. I remembered how you treated me all these years. If it weren't for Jiang Yue, I wouldn't have been so forgiving toward you. Did you think I was just kind to everyone? It was all because of your sister—loving her meant loving everything connected to her.

She continued, "Of course, I didn't like your spineless personality, but I wouldn't have treated you the way my sister did."

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say... Anyway, thank you for what you did for me over the years, and for that comic book."

"If I ever become famous, I'll consider mentioning you to the reporters."

With that, she stood up and bowed deeply to the tombstone.

"Rest in peace! In your next life, don't be so spineless."

She headed down the mountain.

In the car, Jiang Yue was on the phone with Cheng Jun.

"Brother Jun, the police station just called me. They said they've found the driver who caused the accident. The case might be closed soon, and then we'll be able to get the death certificate."

Cheng Jun sounded surprised, "Really? That's great. Has the driver confessed?"

"I'm on my way to the police station now. I'll call you when I have news."

"Alright, drive carefully."

Listening to Cheng Jun's tone, he seemed genuinely surprised, yet he didn't sound anxious at all. But wasn't the driver arranged by him? Now that the driver had been caught, why wasn't he worried? Could there be something wrong?

At that moment, Jiang Zi walked out of the cemetery.

After she got into the car, Jiang Yue started the engine and said, "Weren't you scared? How could you stay in there alone?"

"I was a bit scared when I first went in, but after staying for a while, I wasn't anymore."

Jiang Yue laughed, "Are you afraid that because you did so many things to apologize for to Chu Jianghe over the years, he's come back to haunt you?"

Jiang Zi squinted, "Sis, can we not be so superstitious? Why don't you say his ghost is right here in our car?"

Ha, Jiang Zi, you hit the nail on the head. You didn't expect it, but I really am in your car.

Jiang Yue chuckled, "That's exactly it—whatever happens, happens. You don't need to be afraid of anything. Besides, he was spineless when he was alive, so he'd just be a spineless ghost if he were dead."

This Jiang Yue is truly hopeless. Even Jiang Zi has realized she did me wrong and repented at my tombstone. As the woman I loved for seven whole years, you really are a "good" wife. No, that's wrong—you never saw me as a husband; it was always just my own wishful thinking.

Now, I just want to know what you'll think when you finally discover the truth about my death.