Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 812: Chapter 816: Gu Junzhu, Do You Dare to Do It but Not Own Up to It?

She hoped her son would find a good final resting place.

She hoped her son wouldn’t have to grow up in an orphanage, lonely and miserable like herself.

She did physical labor all year round and was very strong.

After Fang Mingzhu’s neck was grasped, she couldn’t utter a word, not even a cry for help.

She fought back desperately, struggling for air.

She felt her breathing getting more laborious, and death drew closer.

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In a semi-conscious state, she suddenly wondered, is this retribution?

Guo Mu had killed Qiao Yi because of her complaints.

And now, this female prisoner named Wang Huilan was about to kill her over a baseless accusation.

She didn’t want to die.

She wanted to leave this place.

She wanted to go abroad.

She wanted to continue living her life as a privileged, pampered, high-class heiress.

She was still young, she hadn’t lived enough.

Her brother had said, the lawyer said she was innocent, that she would be out soon—how could she be on the verge of death…

The oxygen she could breathe was running out, and her lungs hurt as if they were about to explode.

So this was the excruciating pain of death.

She wondered, did Qiao Yi die in as much pain as she was now?

She didn’t want to die.

She didn’t want to die…

Who will come and save her?

Brother, come save me.

I’m still young, I have so many good days ahead of me, I don’t want to die, come save me quickly…

Even in death, her eyes remained wide open, her mouth agape, hoping her brother could hear her screams.

Hoping someone would save her.

In the last moment before death, she had only one thought.

If this was a terrible nightmare, when she woke up, she would behave properly and not try to be clever by calling Guo Mu. She wouldn’t hurt anyone and wouldn’t covet the Fang Family’s wealth or Fang Yao.

Just to be alive was enough, nothing else was as important as living well.

When Fang Yixian received the news that Fang Mingzhu had been strangled to death by a fellow inmate, the water glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

He asked several times, still not daring to believe that Fang Mingzhu was dead.

His sister was dead.

Just an hour earlier, he had seen her.

He had told her not to worry, that the police would release her soon.

But now, his sister was dead.

He stood still for a long time before suddenly snapping back to reality, rushing out the door, diving into his car, and flooring the accelerator.

The car sped all the way to the Qiao Family’s villa.

It seemed as if they had expected his arrival—nobody stopped him.

He easily found Gu Junzhu in the living room.

He charged up to Gu Junzhu and roared with anger, “Was it you? It was you, wasn’t it? You killed Mingzhu, you killed my sister! Why? How could you be so cruel? Aren’t you a man of honor? Haven’t you always claimed you’ve never done anything illegal? How could you cause Mingzhu’s death?”

Gu Junzhu was standing in front of Qiao Yi’s portrait, looking at the smiling girl in the picture, completely ignoring Fang Yixian’s angry tirade.

Gu Chi, standing beside him, said, “Master Fang, you shouldn’t eat or say just anything—slander is illegal! I also heard about Fang Mingzhu’s death. She was strangled by a female inmate from the same cell. You’ve got the wrong person.”

“What now? You dare to do it but not admit it?” Fang Yixian glared at Gu Junzhu and bellowed, “It was you! You must have paid off that female inmate! Otherwise, with no grudge against Mingzhu, why would she want to kill her?”