Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 365 The Tragic Heroine's Pursuit of Her Husband Goes Through a Cremation Trip (Part 5)

The company was handed over to a specialist to manage, and as Song Chenzhou's legal wife, Qingmo inherited all of his property, which makes perfect sense.

Of course, Song Chenzhou simply disappeared; he didn't die.

No one knows where he went, and Zhou Mingyue disappeared with him.

The parents of the Song and Zhou families were naturally not going to let the matter rest.

According to Murphy's Law, whoever benefits from this matter is the one who did it, no doubt about it.

Call the police! We absolutely must call the police.

Evidence? Of course, there isn't any.

Even after they turned the villa upside down, they still couldn't find the two missing people.

Where did they go? Who knows? Maybe they eloped for love.

Xie Yun was just a pitiful woman who gained money but lost her lover.

The police officer didn't believe him: "You say you don't know? Then Mr. Song Chenzhou disappeared after transferring all his assets to you. How do you explain that?"

"Explain? Why should I explain? He gave all his love to another woman, so isn't it reasonable for him to give me all his money?"

Despite the overwhelming news reports about her killing her husband, they had neither evidence nor Song Chenzhou's body, so they couldn't do anything to her.

Even if the whole world knows she is guilty, they just can't convict her.

This is the biggest loophole in the legal system, and also the greatest tragedy.

Fairness and justice are never absolute.

The Jiang and Song families frantically searched for evidence, even sending people to keep a 24-hour watch on Qingmo, but what good did it do?

Besides going out shopping, she spends her time strolling around town drinking milk tea and going to nightclubs to dance.

So what if she's caught flirting with younger men?

She's not divorcing Song Chenzhou, and Song Chenzhou might even be dead. It's reasonable for her to come out and relax, right?

That's just how capricious we are; we love to dance on people's sore spots.

As we all know, in tragic fiction, everyone is ignorant of the law; it's just a figurehead, so we don't need to take it so seriously.

While the whole world was searching for Song Chenzhou and Zhou Mingyue, they were still lying in that cold basement.

They ate, drank, and relieved themselves all inside, and ate only white steamed buns every meal, living a life free from worries about food and clothing.

They were also provided with a dedicated butler, just in case they suddenly passed away, which would have been quite a hassle.

After finishing the kidneys, it's time for the eyes.

Familiar lines, familiar scenes.

"Mr. Song Chenzhou, would you be willing to give your eyeballs to Ms. Zhou Mingyue?"

You can answer yes or no.

This time, Song Chenzhou isn't pretending anymore; even a domineering CEO can't handle being a madman.

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to."

"Zhou Mingyue's eyes are perfectly fine, why did you switch them with mine?"

"Butler, go and call Madam here. I beg you, I love her! Has she forgotten the three years we spent together?"

Song Chenzhou was unwilling, and Zhou Mingyue was even more unwilling.

She was already ill, and after receiving a kidney transplant from Song Chenzhou, she could already feel the body's rejection reaction, making her feel like she was living a life worse than death every day.

Are they even targeting the eyes now?

No matter what they say, my absolute rule is: I won't listen. They're just talking nonsense.

"If you're willing, then the surgery will begin."

The two of them...

There are ten thousand "mmp"s...

It was another successful surgery.

Zhou Mingyue, who had her eyes replaced, could still see light, though it was a little painful.

Song Chenzhou went blind because Jue Er didn't replace Zhou Mingyue's eyes with his.

That's a waste of time?

We agreed to donate it, so what kind of nonsense is it to put it back for him?

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I can't see!"

"Xie Yun, you vicious woman, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Song Chenzhou's face was now just two dark, empty holes; he had completely gone mad.

What does it matter what "white moonlight" or "Zhou Mingyue" is? He just wants Xie Yun to die.

He regretted it; why had he provoked this demon in the first place?

What a load of bull, Zhou Xingchen! They should all die!

So, actually, he doesn't love anyone; he only loves himself.

If he loved Zhou Xingchen, there would be no Xie Yun.

If he loved Xie Yun, there would be no Zhou Mingyue.

It was all just a carefully crafted persona he created for himself, a facade of deep affection.

It hurts, doesn't it? It's supposed to hurt.

The original owner suffered just as much as him in his previous life.

Only the final heart transplant is left.

Let's discuss this further. After all, changing it would be too early to say anything at all.

But we can still get a leg transplant, a liver transplant, or a lung transplant. No rush, take it slow.

After the eye transplant, Jue Er cleaned Song Chenzhou up and then dragged him out of the basement.

Suddenly in an unfamiliar environment, Song Chenzhou, who could no longer see anyone, felt extremely panicked.

With no chains on his feet, he reached out and groped around with his hands.

Hmm? This feels so familiar.

It's his house, his big villa.

Overjoyed at this discovery, Song Chenzhou's first thought was to run out and seek help.

But he was blind, so he could only move slowly and clumsily, crouching on the ground and groping his way forward.

Suddenly, he touched a pair of feet, a pair of feet wearing high heels.

He was so frightened that he fell backward.

"Xie...Xie Yun?" he asked tentatively, his voice filled with fear.

"Hehe, honey, you still love me after all. Look, even if you can't see, you can tell it's me just by looking at my feet."

The Song Chenzhou of today is no longer the Song Chenzhou who could spend lavishly on Xie Yun.

The initial high spirits have long since vanished, leaving only endless embarrassment and fear.

"Xie Yun, you madwoman, let me go!" Song Chenzhou shouted hoarsely, waving his hands wildly in the air.

Qingmo chuckled softly, squatted down, and whispered in his ear, "Husband, how can you talk like that? I'm your wife in name only."

"Don't blame me. In the months you were gone, I realized how much I love you. I can't live without you. Let's start over."

"no no…"

In Song Chenzhou's eyes, she was a devil. She had done such cruel things to him, how could she still have the nerve to say she loved him?

"I don't love you anymore, Xie Yun, you crazy woman. I can never love you again. You ruined me."

Qingmo stroked his face with both hands, examining him carefully.

His face was no longer as handsome as it once was; it looked exactly like that of a man suffering from kidney deficiency—pale, thin, and bloodless.

Oh! I forgot, he doesn't have kidney deficiency, he's just missing one kidney, sorry.

"No, Chenzhou, you love me. Don't lie to yourself. Let's start over. Let's pretend none of this ever happened."

"You lunatic, you lunatic, and now you're saying you love me?"

"It's too late. Let me tell you, Xie Yun, you'd better let me go, or you'll never get my love again in your life."

Upon hearing this, Qingmo also became angry.

What? Is your love so noble?

Will I never get it in my entire life?

She suddenly stood up, her high heels slamming into Song Chenzhou's hand, leaving it bleeding profusely.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

She instructed the people behind her: "Take the president back to his room and let him reflect on his actions. Release him only when he has thought things through and knows he loves me."

Good news, Song Chenzhou no longer needs to go back to the basement.

Bad news, the lady has started her 'overbearing wife's forced love'.