Take her as my wife

"A crime of passion?" Jiang Ni listened with great interest.

Tan continued, "Yes, it was a young couple. The woman was still breastfeeding when she discovered that her husband was having an affair with a female colleague. So, she drugged him with sleeping pills, stabbed him more than a dozen times, took pictures of the corpse, sent them to the mistress, and then called the police to turn herself in."

Jiang Ni only handles civil cases; she has never dealt with criminal cases like this before.

Her professional instincts kicked in, and she immediately analyzed: "First, the husband's infidelity during the breastfeeding period is a serious breach of marital fidelity, constituting 'victim at fault,' which could warrant a lighter sentence; second, the woman's surrender to the police could also lead to a lighter or reduced sentence; third, the woman is currently breastfeeding and emotionally unstable, which could be considered a crime of passion, and even if sentenced, she could apply for parole. Of course, if the husband's family issues a letter of forgiveness for the sake of the child, then the final sentence will most likely be ten to fifteen years in prison."

After analyzing the situation, her expression turned grave: "It's not worth wasting decades of my youth on such a scumbag."

Tan nodded in agreement, then added, "But not everyone is as rational as my sister, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. When emotions run high, it's really hard to control yourself."

Just like he had many times thought of killing Tan Yan.

When he found out that Shen Yunqing was frequently associating with Tan Yan, he was utterly disgusted.

The thought that Tan Yan might have slept with other women during the day and then touch Jiang Ni at night made him furious, and he wanted to go to Tan Yan's apartment to confront him.

He was determined to cripple Tan Yan's filthy thing and then tear him to pieces.

However, reason returned later, and another voice tempted and encouraged him: What a great opportunity! You can completely kick Jiang Ni out of the game, and you can also make your appearance openly and legitimately.

Upon hearing the word "rationality," Jiang Ni recalled Tan Yan's accusations against her, and she murmured to herself, "Actually, I also really want to be irrational just once."

She said this for her mother, but Tan Wen interpreted it as her wanting to lose control for Tan Yan. Both of them became depressed, and the rest of the journey home was spent in silence.

After dinner, Jiang Ni went back to her bedroom to shower and change clothes. Suddenly, her phone, which was on the coffee table, rang.

Tan glanced at it and saw that the pop-up window showed a call from someone whose contact name was "Wang Xiang".

"it is good."

Tan Wen unlocked the lock and quickly tried to figure out what the number "1015" might mean—it wasn't Tan Yan's birthday; it wasn't Jiang Ni's own birthday; it wasn't Tan Yan and Jiang Ni's anniversary.

"Hey, Little Jiang, beautiful."

The male voice on the phone pulled Tan Wen back to reality.

While scrolling through Jiang Ni's chat history with this man, Tan Wen replied, "She's taking a shower. What do you want?"

The chat history only contains two call records, with a very short interval between them.

I added them as friends today.

This business card was given to Jiang Ni by Liu Jiaren.

In just a few seconds, Tan Wen had figured out all this information.

However, he only checked Wang Xiang's message and didn't try to peek at Jiang Ni's other information.

Wang Xiang was taken aback when a man answered the phone, and instinctively asked, "Who are you...?"

Tan Wen didn't answer the question, letting Wang Xiang guess, but simply repeated, "What do you want with her?"

What else could Wang Xiang guess? It was already dark, and a man was with a woman, answering the phone in such a "check-up" tone—it must be her boyfriend.

"Um... I got results for what she asked me to do today. Should I tell you so you can pass on the message, or...?"

"Tell her, she'll get back to you later."

"Okay, then I..."

Before Wang Xiang could finish speaking, the other end of the phone had already hung up on him.

"Damn, what kind of person is that? So rude. Jiang Ni's taste in boyfriends needs improvement..."

I could already sense his morbid possessiveness just from making a phone call.

But if you put yourself in his shoes, if he had such a beautiful and charming girlfriend, he would probably guard her closely, afraid that someone would steal her away.

Jiang Ni came out quickly.

Her hair wasn't dried yet; she just casually wrapped it in a hair drying cap, and some water dripped onto her pajamas, soaking a patch.

Tan Wen relayed Wang Xiang's words to her, got up and went into the bedroom, took out the hair dryer from his room, and came out. At that time, Jiang Ni was already standing on the balcony of the living room, returning Wang Xiang's call.

"Okay, you tell me, I'll write it down."

She turned on speakerphone and switched her phone to the notes app.

"Huilin Community, Longwan Street..." she muttered to herself as she typed rapidly.

A hand suddenly reached out to her shoulder. Jiang Ni paused and turned her head to see Tan Wen standing behind her, bringing her a chair and gesturing for her to sit down. He also waved the hairdryer in his hand, indicating that he was going to dry her hair.

It was indeed uncomfortable to have wet hair, but Jiang Ni didn't refuse. So she sat down in the chair and handed over the task of drying her hair to him.

Tan felt a sense of pleasure from her unconscious trust, gently removing her hair drying cap and draping it over her shoulders. Then he plugged in the hairdryer and slowly dried her hair.

She had never dyed her hair; it was black and shiny, and when it fell down, the length was just right at her chest. It was smooth and beautiful, like a piece of black silk.

Tan Wen used his hands as a comb, patiently blowing and combing her hair. His warm fingers interspersed among her hair strands, occasionally rubbing her scalp, which felt exceptionally comfortable.

After Jiang Ni finished her call and locked her phone, she turned to praise him, "How can you do everything so well? Your hair-drying skills are comparable to those of a professional hairdresser."

Because she was sitting while Tan Wen was standing, the view from that angle was actually quite stunning. The V-neck design of her nightgown made her graceful figure appear and disappear.

Tan Wen's mouth was dry, and his eyes darkened. He didn't dare to meet her gaze and quickly turned off the hair dryer, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, sister—I'll go get you some hair oil."

He hurried toward Jiang Ni's room. Jiang Ni didn't pay any attention and began to sort through the information she had just gotten from Wang Xiang.

Today, Wang Xiang asked someone to check and not only got Jiang Ni the contact information for the victim's family, but also learned that the family members of the young couple were the ones who did not accept the private settlement.

The couple are both only children, and both come from relatively well-off families. The husband's family owns a furniture factory, while the wife's family is from a scholarly background and doesn't place much importance on money and material possessions.

The couple were childhood sweethearts, going from school uniforms to wedding dresses. They got married at the end of last year, and the woman is now more than seven months pregnant, about to embark on a new and wonderful chapter in their lives.

As a result, a car accident destroyed the family and left the elderly on both sides heartbroken, who had to bury their child and were constantly in tears.

It's impossible for the Du family to settle this privately with money.

"Sister, what are you thinking about?" Tan asked as she returned, holding a bottle of hair oil.

Jiang Ni looked at the bottle, a flash of surprise crossing her face, and looked up at him, asking, "How did you know where my hair oil was?"

Tan approached her naturally.

"Sister, have you forgotten? Last time I came here, you asked me to go to your room to get your clothes—we future criminal investigators always have excellent observation and memory skills."