Read Novel Full Chapter 1317: 325: Camera
Chapter 1317: 325: Camera
Actually, Zhao Jingrong was a bit flustered.
Because from Ni Yang’s words, it wasn’t hard to tell—she already knew something.
Could it be that Ni Yang left behind some trump card?
At that time, Ni Yang was alone in the room. What kind of trump card could she leave behind?
Zhao Jingrong narrowed her eyes slightly. Just then, the servant arrived with the family doctor.
Seeing the doctor, everyone seemed to have grasped hope.
Xiu Jiao grabbed the doctor’s hand and pleaded, “Dr. Xu, please, you must save my grandson!”
Dr. Xu glanced at Xiu Jiao and said, “Mrs. Mo, please calm down and rest assured, I will do my best.”
At such moments, the doctor didn’t dare to make promises too soon.
Xiu Jiao sobbed, “Please, I beg you…”
Dr. Xu looked up at Mo Baichuan. “Quickly, lay the child flat on the bed.”
Mo Baichuan complied immediately, “Alright.”
The doctor first took out a stethoscope, then checked Mo Zhiyuan’s eyelids.
After some examination, Zhao Jingrong couldn’t wait any longer and asked, “Dr. Xu, how is it? Can Zhiyuan still be saved?”
Dr. Xu shook his head helplessly, “I’m sorry, the child has already stopped breathing. There’s nothing more I can do…”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingrong held Mo Zhiyuan tightly and burst out crying.
Although they had long realized Mo Zhiyuan was no longer breathing, Xiu Jiao still couldn’t accept the truth, “Dr. Xu, tell me—what happened to Zhiyuan? Was he murdered?”
Dr. Xu continued, “Based on the child’s symptoms, he appears to have died from mechanical asphyxia caused by external forces.”
Mechanical asphyxia?
In other words, Mo Zhiyuan was smothered to death?
The only person who could have smothered Mo Zhiyuan—besides Ni Yang, who else could it be?
“It was you! It was all you! You killed Zhiyuan!” Zhao Jingrong pointed at Ni Yang, sobbing uncontrollably. “Zhiyuan, my poor little boy, it’s all Mother’s fault for not protecting you…”
This would be extremely difficult for Ni Yang to deny!
After all, Mo Zhiyuan did die in Ni Yang’s room.
At the time, Ni Yang was the only one in the room. Other than her, who else could have harmed Mo Zhiyuan?
Moreover, Ni Yang had a motive!
Ni Yang was jealous because Zhao Jingrong had given birth to a son, and thus she murdered Mo Zhiyuan!
Now Ni Yang was like Empress Wang from that year. Whether or not she committed this act, she had no choice but to admit it. She was undeniably at a loss for words.
Because no biological mother would ever harm her own child!
Ni Yang wanted to push all the blame away from herself—this was impossible.
Impossible!
This time, Zhao Jingrong was determined to leave Ni Yang with no room for redemption!
Mo Qishen was hers!
No one could take him away!
Anyone who tried to take something from her would pay a price!
Ni Yang simply stood there. “Zhao Jingrong, don’t you think you’re being pathetic right now? Zhiyuan was your own flesh and blood. If you have issues with me, come at me directly. Why involve a child?”
A person even willing to harm their own son couldn’t even be called a mother.
Ni Yang had long expected Zhao Jingrong would go after her, but never once did she believe Zhao Jingrong would target Mo Zhiyuan.
Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its cubs.
Zhao Jingrong wailed, holding Mo Zhiyuan tightly, “Zhiyuan, it’s your mother’s incompetence! I’m not a good mom! I can’t even avenge you now; instead, I’m being smeared by others. Zhiyuan, forgive me, forgive me. Are you angry at Mom? Just wait, Mom will come to be with you!”
Amid her crying, Zhao Jingrong suddenly dashed toward the wall!
What’s the best thing to do in such a moment?
Of course, a self-sacrifice performance!
For her son, she was willing to risk her life!
That’s what a mother does!
Not only could a self-sacrifice performance earn sympathy and trust, but perhaps even give Mo Qishen the chance to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.
So, Zhao Jingrong charged toward Mo Qishen’s area.
He was closest to her; surely he wouldn’t ignore her!
Besides, Mo Qishen had loved her deeply.
No way would Mo Qishen turn a blind eye.
Just as Zhao Jingrong was about to crash into the wall, a hand reached out and accurately grabbed her arm, pulling her into an embrace.
This person must be Mo Qishen!
A smug expression flashed in Zhao Jingrong’s eyes as she tightly clung to his waist.
“Jingrong, are you okay?” A concerned voice addressed her from above.
This voice…
Something felt off.
This was…
Mo Baichuan?
Zhao Jingrong frowned slightly, quickly letting go and looking up.
Sure enough, it was Mo Baichuan!
Why was it Mo Baichuan!
Mo Baichuan grasped Zhao Jingrong’s hand tightly, worried she might lose herself again. “Jingrong, this isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself so much. Zhiyuan is gone, and we can’t afford to have anything happen to you too…”
Mo Baichuan and Zhao Jingrong had been married for over two years, almost three.
He knew Zhao Jingrong very well.
Zhao Jingrong was a very kind-hearted girl who never gossiped in front of him or compared herself to others.
She was even more outstanding than Xiu Yingying.
Thus, Mo Baichuan believed in Zhao Jingrong.
He knew Zhao Jingrong could never do something to harm Mo Zhiyuan.
But Ni Yang was a different story. From the very beginning, Ni Yang approached him with an agenda.
Later, she accidentally ended up marrying Mo Qishen, only to find out Mo Qishen was actually the notorious Mr. Mog.
Ni Yang, on one hand, didn’t want to let go of the towering figure that was Mo Qishen, and on the other, refused to give up on him…
And so, she murdered Mo Zhiyuan.
Mo Baichuan never expected Ni Yang to lay her hands on Mo Zhiyuan.
How could she be so heartless!
Mo Baichuan restrained his emotions with great difficulty.
When the truth came out, he vowed to make Ni Yang pay.
Zhao Jingrong cried, “It’s all my fault, entirely my fault! If I hadn’t placed Zhiyuan in the hands of this monster, he wouldn’t have faced such tragedy! I’ve wronged Zhiyuan, I’ve wronged him, Baichuan—let me die. I’ve failed Zhiyuan, I’ve failed him…”
Monster.
Yes.
Now, in the eyes of Xiu Jiao, Mo Baichuan, and the others, Ni Yang was a monster.
The word “monster” once again enraged Xiu Jiao.
Especially since the one who died was her grandson.
No one could understand what she was feeling right now.
Xiu Jiao grabbed a nearby vase and violently hurled it at Ni Yang. “Ni Yang! I’ll settle this with you today!” At worst, a life for a life.
She didn’t care about anything anymore.
She just wanted to avenge Mo Zhiyuan.
Mo Qishen narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a book and tossed it aside, while his other hand wrapped around Ni Yang’s shoulders, pulling her into his arms as he dodged the vase. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ni Yang shook her head.
“Crash!” The vase shattered upon hitting the floor.
“Old Six!” Xiu Jiao looked at Mo Qishen in grief and anger. “At a time like this! You’re still defending her! Old Six! Zhiyuan was your great-nephew too!”
From the moment this incident occurred until now, Ni Yang hadn’t even said a single word of apology. Instead, she was trying to shift all the blame onto Zhao Jingrong.
Ni Yang was truly over the line!
What Xiu Jiao didn’t expect was that Mo Qishen’s actions were even more infuriating than Ni Yang’s.
At a time like this, Mo Qishen still wanted to protect Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was nothing but a venomous woman. She wasn’t worthy of Mo Qishen at all.
Mo Qishen’s face remained emotionless. “Sister-in-law, the police haven’t arrived yet, and the truth hasn’t been investigated. Don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions prematurely?”
Mo Rongping, devastated, stood up. “Old Six is right. Until the police arrive, let’s not rush to conclusions.”
They say appearances reveal character.
Although he hadn’t known Ni Yang for long, Mo Rongping could sense she wasn’t that kind of person.
Xiu Jiao angrily retorted, “Who else could it be if not Ni Yang? Are you saying it was Jingrong? Do you think Jingrong, as a mother, would harm Zhiyuan?”
“Sister-in-law, you hit the nail on the head,” Ni Yang said calmly.
Her tone was mild, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Xiu Jiao froze for a moment.
Ni Yang turned her gaze toward Zhao Jingrong. “Shall I analyze your motive?”
“I have no motive!” Zhao Jingrong’s voice cracked with despair. “You’re slandering me!”
Ni Yang continued, “First, let’s talk about why you married Mo Baichuan. The reason you married him was because you mistook him for Mr. Mog. But you had no idea you were mistaken, that you bet on the wrong horse, and that Mo Baichuan wasn’t Mr. Mog; the man you rejected was actually Mr. Mog.”
“It was then that you felt unwilling to accept this outcome. You planned to drive me away from the Mo Family, ensuring I fell into despair and could never rise again. But I never expected you would go as far as to harm the child.”
Ni Yang had long been wary of Zhao Jingrong.
“You’re spouting nonsense! It was you who killed Zhiyuan! You can’t have children yourself, so you were jealous of me! That’s why you killed Zhiyuan! Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Baichuan, don’t believe her!”
Ni Yang casually picked up an ornament from the table. “Do you know what this is? It’s called a camera.”