Chapter 6: The Truth Behind the Car Accident

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I wasn’t sure if it was these lab reports that frightened her, or if she still suspected me of fabricating the truth. Jiang Yue examined each test result carefully, paying particular attention to the dates on every sheet.

Then, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“Director Chen, this is Jiang Yue. Sorry to bother you so late, but I need a favor. Could you please check Chu Jianghe’s medical records at Xinhe Hospital? Thank you so much, Director Chen.”

Sure enough, she still didn’t trust me. Even now, she thought I was lying.

How could this woman stoop to such depths? I hated her with every fiber of my being, regretting all the years I had loved her.

Putting down the test results, she continued to search through the room. She opened several cabinets before finding an art book in the bedside drawer.

I had made that book myself, even drawing the cover—matching the photo I used as my phone’s wallpaper.

When Jiang Yue saw the cover, she visibly froze for a moment. Then she flipped through it.

The first photo was of her, taken when we had just met.

It was also the first time she had asked me to draw her portrait. She had dressed up carefully, and I had painted with great care.

I will never forget how, when I showed her the finished portrait, she gave me a thumbs-up and said that I was just like a real artist now.

Back then, there was a light in her eyes when she looked at me.

But now I realize that light was not just for me.

She approached me only because I resembled someone else in her heart.

Now that the one she truly cared for has returned, what am I to her?

I don’t know what she thought as she stared at that photo; perhaps she had long forgotten about it.

But she kept her gaze fixed on it, dazed for a long time before letting out a bitter laugh.

Then she continued flipping through the pages.

Most of the pictures were of her—almost the entire book was filled with her portraits.

Because this art book belonged solely to her.

I had given it to her before, but she had thrown it away in disdain. Later, I retrieved it and kept it in the bedside drawer all along.

My love was so humble, so lowly.

Yet the more humble the love, the deeper the wounds it leaves behind.

Over the years, I had secretly painted her many times. The book was nearly full, a thick volume about five centimeters deep.

The further she flipped, the faster her pace became; in the end, she skimmed through without any real interest.

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Suddenly, she snapped the book shut with a loud “smack!” and stood frozen for a moment. Then, filled with anger, she raised the book high and forcefully hurled it to the floor.

Crash!

The handmade book couldn’t withstand such violence.

In an instant, the pages scattered everywhere—some airborne, others falling on the bed, the floor, even into the trash bin—just like our seven years together. It seemed solid, but was actually unable to endure any blow.

At that moment, my heart no longer ached; it had grown numb from habit.

I no longer held any expectations or lingering feelings for her.

Because she was not worth it.

...

After returning to the bedroom, Jiang Yue called Cheng Jun again.

Her tone was gentle and sweet, often punctuated by laughter.

Perhaps only when she was with Cheng Jun did she truly feel happy.

I didn’t want to witness their affectionate exchanges, yet I couldn’t escape them.

It was as if fate was tormenting me, trapping me beside Jiang Yue, refusing to let me go even in death.

Their call lasted nearly an hour and a half before finally ending.

Jiang Yue looked much better in spirits. She washed up, applied a face mask, and prepared for bed.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I found myself in front of Cheng Jun.

He lay shirtless on a bed with a woman.

Glancing around, this appeared to be a love hotel, clothes strewn everywhere.

It seemed they had just engaged in an intense tryst.

But hadn’t Cheng Jun been on the phone with Jiang Yue just moments ago?

Could it be...

It was hard to believe, but as a man, I had sensed from the first time I saw him that he was untrustworthy.

Of course, back then I had only seen his photo on Jiang Yue’s phone.

I couldn’t confront him anyway—Jiang Yue would undoubtedly berate me mercilessly. It was better to avoid trouble.

But now, the woman in Cheng Jun’s arms was someone I knew.

None other than Jiang Yue’s close friend, Wu Shanshan.

Wu Shanshan was no better. Over the years Jiang Yue and I had been together, she had repeatedly urged Jiang Yue to divorce me.

Once, she even used a fake account to befriend me, hoping to seduce me and drive a wedge between us.

But I never fell for it. No matter how beautiful the woman, I wouldn’t glance twice.

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“Jun, are you really going to marry Jiang Yue?” Wu Shanshan purred, nestled in Cheng Jun’s arms.

“Of course. How else could I get control of her family’s company?” Cheng Jun stroked her hair.

“But that Chu Jianghe probably won’t divorce Jiang Yue even in death. I know that sycophant all too well—he wouldn’t even have a shred of dignity left.”

Looking at Wu Shanshan’s repulsive smirk, I wanted to rush over and tear that mouth apart!

Then Cheng Jun sneered, “Don’t worry. He’s already dead.”

“Dead?”

Cheng Jun nodded. “Hit by a car.”

“Oh! I heard something about that, but Jiang Yue said that wasn’t Chu Jianghe.”

Cheng Jun sneered again, his words dripping with meaning: “She wants to believe that, but I’m certain it was him.”

Wu Shanshan froze, then suddenly gasped, “Jun, you didn’t arrange for that driver, did you?”

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.

Cheng Jun gave a knowing smile. “I never said that.”

“Is it true then? Jun, aren’t you afraid?” Wu Shanshan sat up, clad only in lingerie, her voice trembling with fear.

Cheng Jun shrugged. “What’s there to fear? Who knows—he was terminally ill. Maybe he couldn’t bear it and took his own life?”

“Jun, you’re so wicked! But I love it.”

I never imagined that accident was orchestrated!

The night before last, after calling Jiang Yue, I had already lost all hope.

I left a signed divorce agreement and packed my bags.

The doctor had told me I had over six months left to live. I had arranged to teach at a remote mountain school to make my remaining time meaningful.

I had been an orphan since childhood, with no family nearby—just wanting to do something worthwhile with the little time I had left.

With little money on hand, I took the subway to the outskirts, then a bus further out to save costs.

After getting off at Wuyi Road, I walked to an intersection and was about to call a ride when...

A cement mixer truck suddenly charged straight at me.

The headlights blinded me briefly; by the time I recovered, it was too late.

The truck struck me and sped off without slowing down, leaving the scene.

Even I thought it was just a hit-and-run accident. But it turned out Cheng Jun had arranged it!

That bastard—I want him dead!