Chapter 851 - I’m Not the Murderer (10)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âThe boy may not mind being called Billy Bob... But Mary Grace... Are you sure our daughter wonât mind?â
Sheng Yize tried his best to reason with An Xiaxia, hoping to change her mind.
An Xiaxia teased him, âLetâs call her Lyla Leigh, then.â
She nearly cracked up at the look on Sheng Yizeâs face.
Why does my wife have such peculiar taste?
âAlright, alright. Iâm just kidding.â An Xiaxia couldnât help but laugh. She then grimaced at the throbbing pain from the incision on her belly. âWeâll call the boy Cola and the girl Pepsi. Howâs that?â
Those were indeed names from a glutton...
Fearing that she might come up with names like KFC or Burger King, Sheng Yize made the final call. âGreat! Cola and Pepsi it is, then!â
The others found the names quite catchy and praised An Xiaxia for them.
Little Cola and Pepsi smacked their lips in the incubators and went on sleeping.
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Only when all their family members had left did An Xiaxia recall what happened that day; she wasnât over the fear yet.
âWhat happened to Song Shi...â
Sheng Yize put her hand back under the duvet and said vaguely, âHe was killed. The preliminary evidence suggests that it was the work of someone he knew.â
Song Shi was quite agile himself, but that fatal wound was the only wound he had. The killer had to be someone he knew to have succeeded that easily.
âWho did it? Have they found the person yet?â
Sheng Yize shook his head. âGo to sleep. Donât let it bother you.â
âBut I canât sleep...â An Xiaxia eyed him pitifully. Sheng Yize couldnât bring himself to leave. After some thought, he got into bed, lay down beside her, picked up the tablet so that it was facing An Xiaxia, and scrolled down the screen for her so that she could read what was happening on Weibo.
After going through all the popular posts, An Xiaxia still didnât feel like sleeping. She demanded, âCheck out the topics.â
Sheng Yize tapped the topic column as told. An Xiaxiaâs account was set on Yu City, and one of the local news posts caught An Xiaxiaâs eyes.
âThe murder case of the wife of the president of Shengshi.â
It was such an eye-catching title that it attracted much attention.
Sheng Yize frowned and tapped on it. The news had been leaked by an alt account which claimed to have witnessed the wife of Shengshiâs president killing a person. Not only had the local police omitted the evidence, they had even harbored the suspect.
Apart from delivering the breaking news, that person had also condemned the immoral rich in a righteous tone, demanding that the president of Shengshi give the public an explanation. The person also claimed that he or she might be under threat and the posts could be deleted soon.
Curious onlookers were always more capable than one could expect and they immediately looked into it.
Someone had managed to hack into the computer system of the police department on the island and obtained the photo of the crime scene, where Song Shi lay dead.
The picture that attracted the most attention was the one of Sheng Yize holding a gun against another manâs head.
His face was blurred out in the photo, but both the figure and that demeanor could belong to no one else but him!
âHow can they say that...â An Xiaxia was furious. âTheyâre inverting justice and distorting facts here!â
âI know.â A dangerous look flickered in Sheng Yizeâs eyes.
He hadnât taken action yet, but their opponent had already felt the pressure and was going to crush him and An Xiaxia with public opinion?
Heh, in their dreams!
He sat up and An Xiaxia asked in confusion, âWhat are you doing?â
âYou took care of Rong Che for me once; itâs my turn to fight for you now!â Sheng Yize said lazily, as if he had just found the most interesting toy. He got out of bed, borrowed a few cell phones and laptops, and began to type.
An Xiaxia was so curious, but she wasnât able to get out of bed yet. She felt as if a kitten was scratching at her heart. âWhat did you post? Let me see...â