The Young Matriarch

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: No, I Must Collaborate!

After years of cultivating immortality, Bai Chuwei only needed one glance to tell if an ordinary person had ever been stained with blood.

Zhao Yu’s hands had been stained with blood, and that blood was related to Zhang Ling.

With some thought, Bai Chuwei figured out what was going on.

“Ling, I’ve cut some fruit for you,” Zhao Yu’s magnetic voice with a laugh came from outside the door.

Zhang Ling’s face turned pale. What now?

Before she could speak, Zhang Ling noticed the door suddenly opening from the outside, and her face turned even paler.

“How did you get in?”

Zhao Yu, holding a plate of fruit with a gleaming fruit knife on it, smiled and waved the keys in his hand, “Here, I have the keys.”

“Come have some fruit.”

Coldness crept into Zhang Ling’s feet, and she suddenly regretted everything…

If only she had agreed to cooperate with Bai Chuwei earlier, now they should have been sitting together having a meal!

Why was this happening?

Zhang Ling looked at the gleaming fruit knife on the plate with some hesitation.

Zhao Yu’s gaze gradually turned cold, and just as he was about to reach out, the doorbell from outside rang.

Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door, cursing, “Who the hell is coming at this time?”

As soon as the door opened, several policemen rushed in, “We just received a report about a murder suspect.”

Zhang Ling was stunned and looked down at the WeChat interface, staring fixatedly at the phone screen.

[Your Ancestor: I reported the police for you ten minutes ago, no need to thank me.]

[Your Ancestor: So now, it’s a 70–30 split.]

Zhang Ling: “…”

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Bai Chuwei threw the apple core into the trash can and went to the restroom to wash her hands. @@novelbin@@

Xue Qiu sat in front of the camera, taking photos with her fluffy hamster face, and even turned on the beauty filter.

Xue Qiu, cradling her round cheeks, squeaked excitedly: “I’ve slimmed down, I’ve slimmed down.”

Bai Chuwei: “Please don’t delude yourself or the hamster.”

Xue Qiu sat on the desk, looking curiously at Bai Chuwei: ‘Ancestor, you’ve told Zhang Ling that her son is dead. Does she even have the mood to partner with you in opening a beauty salon at this time?’

Shouldn’t she be wailing and busy arranging a funeral?

After washing her hands, Bai Chuwei sat back down and spoke indifferently, “Death cannot be reversed, the living must go on. Zhang Ling has lost her husband and son now, she will urgently need something to rely on.”

In this whole world, there was no support stronger than your Ancestor.

So as long as Zhang Ling was not out of her mind, no matter how upset, she would definitely cooperate.

So, there was no need to worry about this.

This incident drew the attention of Yang Shuhui, and Zhang Ling was almost supported out of the police station by her.

Zhao Yu adamantly denied any criminal activity.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ling contacted some classmates from her son’s school online, a group of international students who said they had never heard of Zhang Liang, asking if she got it wrong?

Zhang Ling’s heart turned cold, already guessing that her son’s chances were slim.

Yang Shuhui sighed while looking at Zhang Ling’s deathly pale face: “Let me help you home to rest. Forget about partnering to open a beauty salon with my niece, I’ll inform her another day.”

Yang Shuhui shuddered at the thought that her friend’s college boyfriend was a murderer, possibly even the killer of Zhang Ling’s biological son!

To think of Zhang Ling having been in a relationship with a murderer for several months and living under the same roof for days filled her with horror and fear.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling shook off Yang Shuhui’s hand, her voice tearful yet resolute: “No… I have to cooperate!”