My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

"I'm here to testify for you."

Jiang Jiusheng said nothing, just shook his head.

She took off the mask and cap, and said in a cynical tone: "It's okay, I'm used to it. There's nothing to be afraid of, even if it's exposed." She looked at Jiang Jiusheng, with a glimmer in her eyes, and suddenly said seriously, "I'll just I’m afraid you’ll be implicated by me.”

After saying that, she smiled and straightened her chair: "Comrade police, Jiang Jiusheng was with me at nine o'clock last night. Not only us, but also the three big brothers from Tianhao Casino."

At eight o'clock last night, as soon as Su Qing got home, she received a call from Su Wanjiang.

As soon as the call was connected, Su Wanjiang asked for money straight to the point: "I'm at Cangjiangdong Ferry, please bring five million in cash quickly."

An order, a very urgent order.

Su Qing said neither salty nor coldly: "No." She was a mountain of gold and silver, and she should be emptied of it.

Su Wanjiang couldn't help but threatened on the phone: "If you don't come in half an hour, I will call the newspaper office immediately."

After that, the phone was hung up.

Su Wanjiang often asked her for money, but his usual tactic was to play the family card first, and then use coercion and inducement. It was abnormal to fall out so directly.

Su Qing thought for a while and called her agent. It rang several times but no one answered.

She hung up the phone, took her coat and went out.

After walking for about half an hour, she arrived at the east ferry of Cangjiang River. The wind was very strong. There were many boats docked on the riverside. There were only street lights about a hundred meters apart. There were no people at night, and there was only the sound of the wind.

As soon as she got off the car, Su Wanjiang stepped forward. He was wearing a shabby jacket and was a little hunched over. He was no more than Su Qing's shoulder height. He raised his head and stared at her: "Where's the money?"

"I said," Su Qing shrugged, "No."

Su Wanjiang grabbed her collar and slapped her hard: "You don't understand when I ask you to take money, do you?"

Damn it, I'm going to beat you to death.

Su Qing spat out a mouthful of blood and touched her red and swollen cheek with the back of her hand.

"Ha." She sneered, rubbed the blood at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, licked her teeth, and tasted blood in her mouth. She raised her head and looked at Su Wanjiang, with a layer of ice forming in her eyes, "The bit of bone and blood you gave me is It’s so expensive, even if it’s a sky-high price, I should have paid it off after twenty-five years.”

Su Qing didn't know who her mother was, and she had no interest in finding out. When she was a child, she heard from the empty-nester next door that her mother was very beautiful and thought her father was incompetent. When she was five years old, she had sex with a man. The business man ran away.

From then on, Su Wanjiang started drinking and gambling, and started beating and scolding her. When he got tired of beating her, he asked her to go out to make money. When he couldn't make money, he continued to beat and scold her, and so on.

Her academic qualifications and diplomas are all fake. After signing with Tianyu, she studied acting for two years. Before that, she had never studied for a day. There was a couple who were teachers living in the community. She would learn calligraphy after picking up the trash every day. .

However, Su Wanjiang later stopped letting her go. I don’t remember the specific year. Anyway, she was tall enough to lie to people that she was an adult and receive half an adult’s salary.

She had used a kitchen knife to stare at the sleeping Su Wanjiang countless times, but she did not cut it down. She did not hate her mother who ran away. Such a man would be a fool if he did not run away. He just hated himself for his sins. How could he pay for it? Fuck such a dad.

Su Wanjiang was staring at her with a look that showed deep hatred. He cursed a few times, smelled of alcohol, and rushed towards her with the intention of making a move.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind: "Don't play any drama about father and son turning against each other for me, and pay back the money quickly. We brothers don't have the patience."

Only then did Su Qing discover that there were three men hiding behind a boat.

She immediately became alert: "Who are you?"

The three men were all dressed in black and were much taller than the average person. Two of them had tattoos on their necks.

"You don't care who we are," the leading man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out. "It's clearly written in black and white on the paper. Your father owes us five million. If you have money, you can pay us back. If you don't," The man turned his head and smiled ferociously at Su Wanjiang, "Then leave one hand."

Su Qing took a look at the receipt and saw that it was Tianhao Casino, the largest entertainment venue in Jiangbei.

Su Wanjiang went gambling again.

"Qingqing," Su Wanjiang urged coldly, "Give them money quickly."

Su Qing looked at him coldly.

Su Wanjiang's eyes turned red and he shouted impatiently: "Why are you still standing there? Ask your agent to send you the money, hurry up!"

She looked at the man in front of her, her biological father. He was only in his fifties, and his hair was all white. Due to years of alcoholism, his face was swollen and old. He was a little hunched, and he always walked with his back hunched over. When she was a child, she heard someone say that she looked very much like her mother who ran away. Only her eyes, the slightly upturned phoenix eyes, were exactly the same as her father's, heroic and good-looking.

However, Su Wanjiang's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, turbid and sinister.

This man is her father.

Su Qing smiled to herself.

"You won't pay, right?" The man put the receipt away and calmly ordered the person behind him, "Cut off Su Wanjiang's hand."

Su Wanjiang was so frightened that he shivered and backed away.

"I'll give it, I'll give it!" He turned to look at Su Qing with fierce eyes, "If I lose my hand, you won't be able to live a good life."

Ever since she debuted, Su Wanjiang has been threatening Su Wanjiang like this repeatedly.

This time, she seemed indifferent, just laughed coldly, and watched with her hands folded.

"What are you waiting for? Cut off his hand."

The two tattooed men took out knives from their waists, restrained Su Wanjiang on the left and right, chewed gum, and looked at Su Wanjiang's hands, as if thinking about where to start using the knife.

Su Wanjiang's legs were weak and he was pushed to the ground. He yelled: "Don't chop my hand, don't chop my hand."

The men ignored him and held one of his hands down.

Su Wanjiang's veins jumped with fright. He twisted his neck and turned around, shouting to Su Qing with red eyes: "Qingqing!"

"Qingqing!"

"Qingqing save me!"

"Qingqing..."

In this world, this man is the only one who calls her Qingqing, whether he wants money or falls out with her, he still calls her Qingqing.

Su Qing rolled her eyes away: "I'll give it." She said, her words stuck in her throat, "I'll give you money."

With trembling hands, she dialed her agent's number.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

The man spat: "Stop playing tricks on me." His eyes were gloomy, like a poisonous snake, staring at Su Qing, "If you dare to play tricks on us, I will chop off your hands as well."

Su Qing hung up and dialed another number. After two rings, the number was connected. She shouted in a low voice: "Shengsheng."

"Help me." Each word was difficult and helpless.

She choked slightly: "Help me."

On the phone, Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask a question. She said, "Don't panic, I'll be here."

Su Qing held the phone and her eyes were wet with tears.

When she came out of the interrogation, the sun was shining brightly outside the window. Su Qing stood at the door, facing the sun, with flickering light and shadow in her eyes, looking at Jiang Jiusheng: "Waiting for me."

"Yes." She nodded, took two steps forward, and said, "Yuwen has something to tell you."

Su Qing narrowed her sore eyes: "What?"

Jiang Jiusheng imitated Yuwen Chongfeng's cynical tone, casually and matter-of-factly: "Maintain money for the company, don't worry about the rest, I will take care of it."

Su Qing smiled and wiped her eyes: "The sun is so dazzling that it makes me cry."

She has not had much luck in her life. The only two times she was lucky were when she signed a contract with Tianyu and once when she met Jiang Jiusheng.

She lowered her head and burst into tears.

Jiang Jiusheng stood aside quietly and said nothing.

A few minutes later, Lawyer Song came over: "Ms. Jiang, the procedures have been completed and you can leave at any time."

"Thank you, Lawyer Song." After thanking him, Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Can I know who your client is?"

Lawyer Song smiled heartily: "Of course." He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's Mr. Xiao Kun's zodiac sign."

Jiang Jiusheng was silent.

Su Qing answered: "It was also Mr. Xiao who came to see me."

The fact that Jiang Jiusheng was under investigation was not made public. Su Qing didn't know about it at first, and she didn't know where Mr. Xiao got his vast magical power. He even knew the progress of the case in the police station.

"Do you know Xiao Kunsheng?" Su Qing asked.

Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Shi Jin knows me." Shi Jin put Xiao Kunsheng's personal business card on the bedside table. When she left, she told him to call that number if anything happened. She contacted the police specifically before coming to the police station to investigate.

Su Qing was surprised: "Why does Shi Jin know everyone?" Turning around, she said to Jiang Jiusheng, "That Xiao Kunsheng is the CEO of Rolling Stone International."

Seeing Jiang Jiusheng's astonished look, it was obvious that she didn't know. Su Qing was amused. Jiang Jiusheng, who was so carefree and carefree, met an unfathomable Shi Jin with an astonishing background.

Rolling Stone International is an entertainment company under SJ's, and is the top executive of Rolling Stone. He is not a person who just listens to others' orders. You can imagine how terrifying Shi Jin is. Su Qing shook her head, no matter what kind of Buddha he is. Just listen to Jiang Jiusheng.

Mo Bing and He Xiangbo were waiting at the door of the police station. It was probably Yuwen Chong who had done something, but there was no reporter.

Mo Bing stepped forward and handed Jiang Jiusheng a thick coat: "Is everything okay?"

She shook her head.

"Go back and have a good rest and don't go online."

Jiang Jiusheng hummed.

You don’t need to go online to know how much gossip there will be. She was involved in all three murder cases. No matter what the truth is, she can’t argue. The Internet is like this. Some people praise it, and others will criticize it. No matter it is right or wrong, many people follow the trend and slander it just because they need it. A channel for catharsis, without much sincerity and hatred.

Jiang Jiusheng said goodbye to Su Qing and left the police station with Mo Bing.

He Xiangbo also led Su Qing back: "Don't worry, the boss is gone and your father's affairs will not be leaked."

She smiled and didn't care.

The nanny car parked on the roadside opposite the police station. Before He Xiangbo got in the car, he informed: "Xu Qingjiu is also in the car."

Su Qing paused for a moment, said nothing, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

Xu Qingjiu was sitting in the back seat. As soon as she came in, his eyes followed hers. He never moved away or spoke, just stared at her.

Su Qing turned around and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Xu Qingjiu insisted: "I will take you back."

She shrugged, with a meaningless look on her face: "It's up to you."

Xu Qingjiu looked at her with complicated eyes.

Last night, He Xiangbo's call back to Su Qing failed, so he called him. He was worried about it and went to her door to guard her. She never came back. He waited impatiently and wanted to find her, but to no avail.

When she came back, it was almost twelve o'clock. There was a wound on her mouth and her right cheek was red and swollen.

When he looked at her face, his heart felt like something was being pulled. It hurt so much that he wanted to get angry: "Who did this?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Su Qing lowered her head and walked towards the door.

He pulled her, clearly full of anxiety and anger. When the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but soften his tone: "Did someone bully you?"

She shook off his hand, raised her head, and got angry at him: "I said you don't have to worry about it!"

Xu Qingjiu saw her eyes, which were red and red, and the corners of her mouth were broken and stained with dried blood.

Someone hit her.

As soon as this idea popped up, he felt that he was going crazy, and all the anger was blocked in his throat: "Tell me who it is."

Su Qing turned around: "My biological father."

Xu Qingjiu was stunned.

Her eyes were cold, neither happy nor angry, and they were like lifeless wells: "Now that I know, can I leave?"

He was frozen in place, unresponsive.

Su Qing turned around and opened the door. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn't insert the key into the keyhole several times. She threw the key away, squatted in the corner, and cried loudly.

Xu Qingjiu was completely stunned.

She was always idle, sometimes playing with flowers, often being unreasonable, and would get angry when provoked, but he had never seen her cry, venting so hysterically, squatting in a corner alone, as if the whole world was watching her. abandoned.

He didn't know what to do and he didn't know how to coax. He stood there helplessly. After a long time, he walked over and squatted down: "Don't cry. I'm leaving. That's all I'm leaving. Don't cry."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

After a while, he came back, his eyebrows twisted tightly, his hands and feet were uncomfortable, and he didn't know where to put them. He stood at a loss for a long time, squatted next to her, raised his hands hesitantly several times, retracted them, and then stretched them out again. He reached out and patted her back.

"Be good, stop crying."

"Okay, don't cry?"

"Su Qing, don't cry."

"..."

He said a lot of coaxing words to her, which were illogical and messy. Xu Qingjiu thought that he couldn't make her cry again in the future because he didn't know how to coax her.

On the way back to the apartment, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Shi Jin.

He spoke first: "Where?"

To get straight to the point, he didn't even call her by her name because he was angry.

Come to think of it, he knew.

Also, even if Xiao Kunsheng didn't say anything, he should have seen the rumors on the Internet.

She replied: "On the way home."

Shi Jin asked again, and couldn't help but said: "Park the car nearby and send me the location."

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned for a moment: "You're back?" Didn't it end in the afternoon?

"If I don't come back, are you still going to hide it from me?"

He has always been gentle and good-tempered, and he has never said a harsh word to her, nor has he ever been so cold and sullen.

He must be very angry.

"I don't want you to be distracted." Jiang Jiusheng explained.

She really didn't want Shi Jin to worry about everything, but she didn't have a strong temper. If she couldn't solve the problem, she would naturally find Shi Jin, but she didn't realize that the situation would get so out of control that she wouldn't be given any time to turn things around.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shi Jin almost blurted out: "I'm already distracted and can't do anything. I just want to take revenge on all those who bullied you."

His tone was full of anger and mania.

Jiang Jiusheng panicked and didn't dare to say anything for fear of irritating his condition.

Only then did Shi Jin realize that he was a little out of control. He was silent for a long time and slowed down his speech: "Sorry Shengsheng, I may need to calm down."

"Okay." Her tone was soft and very obedient, "I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Bing looked at her: "Is your doctor angry at home?"

"Um."

"No wonder you are angry. As such a big thing happened, as your boyfriend, he was the last one to know."

Jiang Jiusheng was helpless: "I only found out two hours ago that I had become a suspect."

Too.

He was just an eyewitness, and there was nothing wrong except for being a bit confused. Mo Bing hesitated and said, "I dare not talk about the first two cases. However, I guess someone wanted to divert the trouble to the other side of the murder case at the ferry last night and make you take the blame." Scapegoat.”

After all, Jiang Jiusheng was present in the first two cases, which can be regarded as "weird". Moreover, in the entertainment industry before, there were only rumors that "anyone who commits Jiang Jiusheng will be unlucky." The murderer most likely wanted to take advantage of the winter wind to disguise the murder charge. into a supernatural event.

Mo Bing guessed: "The photo of you at the ferry last night was probably taken by the murderer."

"The police are already investigating."

Mo Bing was a little irritated and pressed her temples. She had a headache. She was afraid that the efficiency of the police station was too low. If the murderer was not caught, the rumors on the Internet would not stop.

About twenty minutes later, Shi Jin drove up.

Before Mo Bing left, he gave Jiang Jiusheng a move: "Man, you need to be coaxed."

Jiang Jiusheng stood on the roadside and called out: "Shi Jin."

He walked over and asked, "Have you ever been bullied at the police station?"

"No."

He doesn't speak.

Jiang Jiusheng held his hand: "Are you still angry with me?"

"I'm angry with myself." Shi Jin walked up to her, his gaze was dense, entangled in her eyes, and said solemnly, "In the future, if you have to travel far away, you can come with me, no matter what where."

Apart from taking her with him, he would not rest assured wherever she was. To avoid being frightened, it would be better to stay together.

Jiang Jiusheng imagined it for a moment and then asked, "What if I travel far away?"

Shi Jin said firmly: "Either take me away, or I won't let you go."

It's so extreme, and some people will coax it in the future.

After all, they are a doctor and a singer, and it seems a bit too much to be inseparable.

Jiang Jiusheng did not refute him, nor did she make verbal promises easily. She held Shi Jin's hand, feeling a little tired. Her nerves were too tense before, but after seeing him, she felt like a tight string suddenly loosened, and she realized it later. , the physical reaction suddenly became stronger.

"Shi Jin," she said suddenly, "I have a stomachache."

Shi Jin frowned and used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, which was a little cold.

He squatted down and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and lay on his back.

No matter how angry he is, as long as he feels a little bit distressed, he won't be able to bear to blame.

"It seems to be early again." She rested her chin on Shi Jin's shoulder and muttered softly. Her stomach ached, so it was probably the end of the day.

Shi Jin walked very slowly, and the car stopped opposite. He carried her on his back and walked for a long time: "From now on, you are not allowed to drink cold drinks before your period." He stopped and turned to look at her, "If you don't listen, "

Halfway through the words,

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and asked: "How?"

Shi Jin was silent.

He really couldn't do anything to her, he couldn't bear to beat or scold her.

Regarding the supernatural murder incident, there are many voices on the Internet. Jiang Jiusheng's fans naturally support the idol, but there are also many brainless keyboard warriors, and there is also a group of people who are watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. From time to time, under the guise of caring about people's livelihood and society, Will make some generous speeches.

The Internet is like this. The power of self-media is too powerful. It can be praised, but it can also be criticized. In the final analysis, artists consume netizens, and netizens also consume artists.

Since the serial murder case, there have been many people dissing Jiang Jiusheng. I would like to mention in particular that a certain violinist named Xie should stop wearing a trumpet and blaming netizens.

I will ascend tomorrow: "Jiang Jiusheng is so awesome, I can kill whoever I want."

Xie Dang is the best at not accepting refutation @Tomorrow I will ascend: "I want to kill you, how come you are still alive?"

The pants worn in winter are called autumn pants: "Jiang Jiusheng was present in all three murder cases. Who would believe it if he says it doesn't matter?"

Xie Dang is the best at refusing to accept rebuttals and replies @The pants worn in winter are called autumn trousers: "Jiang Jiusheng, you are a black man in every Weibo post. Who will believe you if you say you are not a navy soldier?"

Passers-by A, B and C: "The three deceased were all female artists. Could it be that Jiang Jiusheng was jealous of their beauty, so he placed a curse on them?"

Xie Dang is the best not to accept rebuttals and replies @Passerby A, B and C: "You can be stupid, but please don't be blind."

There are too many replies like this.

This netizen [Xie Dang is the best at not explaining and refuting], single-handedly criticized countless people who dissed Jiang Jiusheng. Then, some sharp-eyed netizens discovered some clues.

Those who eat yogurt without licking the bottle cap are rich people: "He likes every Weibo post of Xie Dang, and only likes Xie Dang. Is this a trumpet account of Xie Dang? @Xie Dang is the best and does not accept refutation."

Everyone liked it one after another and thought it made sense.

Song Jing almost went crazy. She slapped her palm on the computer table in the studio and couldn't bear it anymore: "Xie Dang, don't post it again! If you post it again, others will know it's you!"

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