Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 834: Xiao Yun Carries Stigma for Life, The Dead Comes Back to Life

Chapter 834: Chapter 834: Xiao Yun Carries Stigma for Life, The Dead Comes Back to Life

Ling Zeheng’s tolerant gaze rested on Ling Xiaoxuan, his eyes filled with indescribable helplessness, indulgence, and compromise.

His demeanor was gentle and warm, fatigue evidenced by the red veins in his eyes, yet it did not affect his aristocratic deportment.

This elegant man had now become a key decision-maker in the Ling Family, pushed into the heart of power by the Huo Family and into the Cabinet. Young as he was, he was highly valued by those above him, his future seemingly boundless.

How could the Ling Family allow such a promising young member to marry Ling Xiaoxuan? Besides personal abilities, the greatest value lay in family alliances through marriage.

Even aristocratic families could not escape such marriages, chosen to stabilize their familial status.

In recent years, with the Nangong Family bearing down on them, marriage alliances were their most correct choice.

There were not only insurmountable identity barriers between Ling Xiaoxuan and Ling Zeheng but also gaps in their personal backgrounds and statuses.

Without the Ling Family, she had nothing, and without clear benefit, the Ling Family would not accept her.

Ling Zeheng could indeed leave the Ling Family, but now it was difficult for him to leave.

Those who enter the Cabinet are no ordinary people; the Ling Family would not easily let him escape their control.

For the two of them to come together, it always had to be a mutual effort.

Qin Ruan sat in the car, watching Ling Zeheng nod at the vehicle she was in and then leave with Ling Xiaoxuan in his arms.

"Lin Hao, drive."

Without a word, Lin Hao started the car and quickly drove away, leaving the Ling Family’s car behind.

...

Yahuang Entertainment Company was located in the heart of Capital City, a place with a large flow of people and prime location, showcasing the company’s financial strength and influence.

A middle-aged man, looking anxious and worn, stood at the entrance, surveying both sides of the road.

The company’s guards recognized this man as the company’s shareholder and the top actor Xia Yunchen’s agent.

Outside, people would surely approach him for pleasantries and flattery.

Today, no one dared to approach, fearful that he might explode on the spot.

The well-known star, Xia Yunchen, was implicated in a murder case; who didn’t know about it? Xu Enhao was now struggling to protect himself.

As the saying goes, everyone pushes a falling wall, and not joining in was already the greatest kindness.

A black unostentatious luxury car slowly approached.

Xu Enhao stared at the car, a bright light flaring in his eyes along with a flicker of uneasy hope.

Until the car stopped next to him and the rear window lowered to reveal a beautiful face, his underlying unease finally settled.

Xu Enhao stepped forward, somewhat nervously, "Miss Qin."

Qin Ruan lifted her chin slightly, "Get in first."

On the way here, she had called Xu Enhao, and from his expression she knew how anxious this man was.

Xu Enhao nodded, his trembling hand pulling open the passenger door and settling inside.

Lin Hao asked no questions and drove straight to the Criminal Investigation Department.

Xu Enhao turned to look at Qin Ruan, staring at her expectantly.

Knowing what he wanted to ask, Qin Ruan immediately said, "Xia Yunchen somehow fell asleep in the police station; no one has interrogated him yet, and the details of the incident are currently unclear. The case will be taken over by a special department."

Upon hearing it was a special department, Xu Enhao’s voice tightened, "I was just about to tell you, last night Yunchen was filming late into the night and only returned to his room at dawn. The assistant personally escorted him inside.

Due to the significant impact on the company, the boss personally came to lead the meeting and used some special methods to copy the surveillance footage of the hotel where Yunchen was staying, from the assistant leaving the room until the time the incident occurred, no one else entered the room."

Qin Ruan spoke coldly, "This does not mean that the victim wasn’t in the room before."

Xu Enhao’s voice trembled with excitement, "The surveillance footage from before at the hotel was completely black, destroyed for some unknown reason. How could it be such a coincidence? Yunchen must have been deliberately framed; he is innocent!"

Qin Ruan sighed softly, her tone gentle, "If Xia Yunchen is innocent, no matter if it’s a person or a puppet behind this, as long as they did it, they would leave traces behind. Don’t panic and disrupt yourself."

Xu Enhao shook his head, his eyes tightly shut, despairingly said, "It’s over, Yunchen is done for. Once he’s associated with a homicide, in this circle, he’s completely finished. Even if future investigations prove his innocence, he’ll still carry this stain..."

Xia Yunchen’s status in the entertainment industry was pivotal, and among those negative comments online, some were likely maliciously influenced by competitors.

The bigger the scandal, the more significant the impact on Xia Yunchen’s future career in the industry.

Qin Ruan glanced at Xu Enhao, "Being able to clear his name of innocence is better than carrying a murderer’s stigma."

Xu Enhao slumped in his seat, his eyes filled with bitterness, his whole person seemed utterly dispirited.

He could imagine how Xia Yunchen would be framed by others in the industry in the future.

Even if he was innocent, this incident would occasionally be manipulated maliciously by others.

Most of the keyboard warriors online liked to flock to the spectacle, clinging to the scent of gossip like hyenas, standing on the high ground of morality with their keyboards as weapons. They would impose moral hijackings on innocent people. If you provoked them with inappropriate comments, they would definitely follow up and berate you brutally.

Seeing is not always believing, even if Xia Yunchen was officially deemed innocent, some people would opportunistically release the malice buried deep in their hearts, posing as agents of justice to speculate about the murky details of this incident.

Xia Yunchen would carry this blemish for a lifetime.

Qin Ruan did not know the depth of Xu Enhao’s distress; her biggest worry now was Changyuan.

The investigative powers had isolated Xia Yunchen, making it impossible for anyone to get close. Eight or nine times out of ten, it was probably Changyuan protecting him.

If this protection went too far, it might provoke a backlash.

The Tianxing Team, taking over the case, had no leads to follow and might apply for assistance from the Netherworld.

As an ancient formidable beast, if Changyuan had to reveal his fierce true form in the Criminal Investigation Bureau, his lethal power was so immense that even she might not be able to control it, and the panic it caused to the public could be irreversible.

She could only hope that Changyuan would endure a bit longer.

...

Criminal Investigation Bureau, Forensic Department.

A male coroner, dressed in a white coat and wearing double masks, was conducting an autopsy on a female corpse.

He had just cut open the torso and set down the surgical scalpel when he suddenly saw the corpse’s fingers move.

The coroner blinked his calm eyes and stared at the corpse’s hand for several seconds.

Seeing no further movement, he thought he was hallucinating and turned his attention back to the abdomen, preparing to examine the victim’s organs.

But the next second, a hair-raising scene occurred.

The female corpse on the table raised her arm, nonchalantly stuffing the intestines that had fallen out of her stomach back inside. Her hands gathered the flesh that had been sliced by the surgical knife.

A flash of white light on her hand, and the incision more than half a foot long, miraculously disappeared.

If it weren’t for the heavy blood on her body, the coroner would have doubted his vision or thought it was a prank.

The woman who feigned death didn’t even glance at the male coroner. Naked, she jumped down from the autopsy table, bent over to pick up her clothes that had been cut apart.

Then, an even more astonishing scene happened.

The clothes, already cut apart, returned to their original state in the woman’s hands.

With her back to the male coroner, she dressed one piece at a time.

Fear loomed overhead, and his heart raced. The male coroner felt a chilling dread creep up his spine, completely overwhelmed by the unparalleled horror.

He opened his mouth to scream out loud, to vent this terror.

The woman suddenly turned her head, her cold, murderous red eyes fixed tightly on him.