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In the photograph sent over from America, his dull smile and the choice to distance himself after their mother’s death indicated that he was a person who preferred to escape.
How could someone like him ever have the courage to use drugs?
Although New York is a city of indulgence, for such a timid and cowardly brother, Xiao Ruoan must have a way to ensnare him in her trap.
Drugs would be a good choice. It was only after Xiao Ruohui's death that Xiao Ruoan learned of their father's will. To inherit their father's estate, her brother had to be alive. Faced with someone who was already dead, Xiao Ruoan had no choice but to find a substitute to help her obtain the inheritance. This substitute would have to die after they both inherited their father’s estate so that she could rightfully claim all the wealth.
With their father's health deteriorating, Xiao Ruoan knew it was time to prepare everything. After Old Xiao passed away, Xiao Ruohui had to appear.
Xiao Ruoan knew that Cheng Luoning had never met Xiao Ruohui, so she sought out Wu Nan. On one hand, Wu Nan's father needed money for medical treatment; on the other hand, they were old classmates, and perhaps she just wanted to deceive Wu Nan into helping her out of nostalgia.
However, the need for money for her father’s treatment was merely a superficial reason. On another level, Wu Nan harbored deep feelings for Xiao Ruoan.
After Wu Nan disguised himself as Xiao Ruohui and obtained the inheritance, Xiao Ruoan and Lin Kai quickly ended his life. Although hallucinogens could cloud one's judgment, if no one had taken him to the rooftop that day, how could he have climbed up there himself and then fallen to his death?
Surely on that rooftop, they pushed him together. Wu Nan instinctively reached out his hand but only grasped Xiao Ruoan's, scraping off her signature bright purple nail polish, leaving traces in his own fingernails. All girls knew this nail polish had just hit the market and was prohibitively expensive; ordinary citizens could hardly afford it.
With Wu Nan dead, Xiao Ruoan would naturally go to identify the body and confirm he was her brother. Thus, she would rightfully inherit all the wealth. However, the only person who knew the secret was Lin Kai. How could someone like Xiao Ruoan, capable of ruthlessly killing a family member, still possess love?
Otherwise, after Lin Kai’s suicide, why would she display such a heartbroken expression? As a woman, I know that kind of sorrow cannot be feigned.
The reason behind Lin Kai's sudden suicide was something Xiao Ruoan would never fathom in her lifetime. With someone dead, secrets should logically be buried with them, yet here I am, handling the “aftermath.”
The phone call I received earlier made everything clear to me. I understood why Lin Kai would take his own life at such a young age. The will contained just a brief line: "Brother, I'm sorry." It was the final, dramatic twist of fate.
The last call Lin Kai made was to a private investigator. He told me that Lin Kai had been searching for his brother's whereabouts for years, putting in tremendous effort. However, the outcome was beyond what he could have anticipated.
Years ago, in the orphanage, it was Wu Nan who had held onto his younger brother's hand and refused to let go, even as he fell from the building. How could Lin Kai bear such a loss, such a cruel joke of fate? Under the influence of his girlfriend, he became an accomplice in the death of his own brother.
If evidence is needed, the police could easily examine the purple substances found under the deceased's nails and investigate Wu Nan's family to see who had been sending money to Wu Nan's father in recent days.
They could also look into what Xiao Ruoan was doing at the time of the incident and search her apartment; perhaps they would find the driver's uniform there. Lin Kai was much more robust than Wu Nan; they wouldn’t wear the same uniform. They could even check records in New York and ask why she concealed her brother's death. In any case, the remaining matters should be handled well by the police.
Cheng Luoning’s eyes, always gentle as water, now held a hint of admiration for me. I stretched lazily and patted his shoulder with a smile: “You should tell the police all this. You know I’ve never had a good impression of you judicial folks.”
A few days later, Cheng Luoning called me to say that the Xiao family's money had been transferred to a charity account for building a hope elementary school.
“Junqing, Xiao Ruoan is in prison now; you’ve returned all the truths to the Xiao family.” I smiled wryly: “It seems that the last member of the Xiao family has sacrificed their wealth and glory for nothing.”
Later, I accepted Cheng Luoning’s invitation. Life is so short—short enough that youth fades quickly, and before you know it, you’re in your twilight years. Why should I pretend to be reserved? Instead, I might as well enjoy a moment of tenderness.
When the woman was arrested, she remained calm. Sitting at the piano, her nails still painted a vibrant shade of purple, she thought about the dark lake surface or perhaps the faint light? At the end of darkness, the piano keys were already worn and silently accompanied their owner in playing one last time. Yet, the hot blood had quietly spread before evil.
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