Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

Wen Ruan's heart sank: "I understand, I'll go check it out now."

"Okay, are you alright?" He Huahua asked worriedly.

Wen Ruan felt a warmth in her heart. "I'm fine."

After hanging up the phone, she clicked on the link sent by He Huahua and saw that Jiang Wanxing had posted a video in the early hours of last night.

They expressed that Lin Xia's death was tragic, and that she withered away at the best age, hoping that the police would bring her justice as soon as possible.

After watching the video, Wen Ruan frowned.

Why did Jiang Wanxing bring this up?

Was it to put pressure on the police? Or for some other reason?

Wen Ruan swiped her finger down, and the comment section was full of comfort and sympathy.

Some even said that Director Jiang would definitely help Jiang Wanxing's cousin investigate the matter thoroughly.

Wen Ruan didn't look any further. She checked the photos He Huahua had mentioned, but they were no longer available.

It seems the cyber police have removed it.

Wen Ruan finished her breakfast without tasting it and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

The thought of Lin Xia's death sent chills down her spine.

Who on earth was so cruel to her?

Wen Ruan rested at home for two days and returned to the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation on the third day.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she noticed that her colleagues were looking at her in a slightly strange way.

Wen Ruan didn't pay any attention and returned to her workstation.

She had just sat down when He Huahua arrived. Her eyes lit up when she saw her. "Ruan Ruan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Wen Ruan smiled.

"But you still don't look well. Why don't you rest at home for a couple more days?"

"I have nothing to do at home, so I might as well come to work to distract myself."

He Huahua leaned close to her ear and whispered, "By the way, while you were away these past two days, someone secretly said that Lin Xia's death was related to you."

"What does this have to do with me?" Wen Ruan asked in surprise.

He Huahua pouted, "I don't know who spread the rumor, but they said you were the last person to see Lin Xia, so you're the prime suspect."

"Pah! You were the one who found out she was in trouble, how come you're blaming it on her?"

Wen Ruan pursed her lips. "It's alright. I believe the police will catch the culprit who hurt her."

"That's true."

The morning flew by, and Wen Ruan was busy until noon. She turned off her computer and prepared to go out for lunch with He Huahua.

The computer had just been shut down when the security guard brought in a delivery box. "Wen Ruan's package!"

Wen Ruan frowned. She hadn't ordered any packages recently. Who sent them to her?

Wen Shaokang's face suddenly flashed through her mind, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

It couldn't be him, could it?

"Thank you." Wen Ruan thanked them and took the package to her workstation to open it.

When Wen Ruan saw what was inside, her pupils dilated and her face turned pale.

He Huahua glanced at it casually and screamed in fright, "Holy shit!"

Her scream drew the attention of everyone in the office area.

Wen Ruan quickly pulled her aside, "Calm down."

She glanced at the others, "It's okay, you guys go ahead with your work."

After saying that, she grabbed He Huahua, took the express delivery box, and left the office.

"Ruan Ruan, who sent this? What does it mean?"

Wen Ruan shook her head with a grave expression. "I don't know. There's no news of the sender."

There was only one photo inside, a picture of Lin Xia at the entrance of the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, with a bright and sunny smile.

But there was a deep red marker mark on her neck, like a hideous wound that almost severed the head of the person in the photo.

Five crooked words were written on the back of the photo: "[You're next]"

It exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Wen Ruan felt a churning in her stomach and her fingertips felt icy cold.

She forced herself to calm down and searched through the package and packaging. There was no sender information at all, and even the sender's address and phone number on the waybill were filled in randomly.

He Huahua turned pale with fright, her voice trembling, "Ruan Ruan... who... who did this? This is a threat! It's intimidation! Let's call the police!"

Wen Ruan took a deep breath and stuffed the photo back into the express box, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"I know I'll call the police. But... don't tell anyone about this yet."

He Huahua nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped! But it's too dangerous for you to be alone. This is clearly aimed at you! Lin Xia's death... could it also be..."

Wen Ruan interrupted her: "It's too early to draw conclusions. Don't scare yourself."

Even so, the ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She took out her phone, hesitating whether to call Jiang Yubai first or call the police directly, when the screen suddenly lit up.

The caller ID showed an unknown number.

Wen Ruan paused for a moment, then swiped to answer the call: "Feed?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Wen Ruan?" A serious male voice came from the other end of the line. "This is the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. We would like to verify some information with you regarding the case of Lin Xia's murder. If it is convenient for you, please come to the station now."

Wen Ruan: "Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, she said to He Huahua, "The police station wants me to go over there to cooperate with their investigation."

He Huahua grabbed her arm worriedly: "Then be careful! Call me immediately if anything happens!"

"Okay." Wen Ruan patted the back of her hand, took the express delivery box, and quickly walked out of the Graduate School of Translation and Interpretation.

Countless thoughts raced through her mind along the way.

When she arrived at the police station, she was greeted by Officer Zhou, who had investigated Lin Xia last time.

Wen Ruan was taken to the interrogation room, where Officer Zhou routinely inquired about her usual interactions with Lin Xia.

Wen Ruan recounted everything in detail, including the fact that Lin Xia had installed a jammer in her simultaneous interpretation equipment.

"A jammer?" Officer Zhou raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you mention this before?"

"Because she didn't come to work the day after the incident, I wanted to wait for her to explain herself, and the matter was also handed over to the hospital for handling."

"It involved internal security, so I thought it was just a simple workplace competition," Wen Ruan said truthfully.

Officer Zhou nodded and then asked, "Have you received anything unusual recently, or offended anyone?"

Wen Ruan was silent for a few seconds, then took out the package: "This is... something I just received today."

Officer Zhou put on gloves, carefully opened the express box, and his eyes suddenly sharpened when he saw the photo and the red text on it.

He exchanged a glance with his colleague next to him, then looked at Wen Ruan: "We need to keep this as evidence. Ms. Wen, you need to be extra careful lately; we will send more people to investigate."

"Besides work-related friction, are there any other...personal grudges between you and Lin Xia?"

Wen Ruan shook her head: "No, she's only been working here for less than a month, and we've hardly had any contact outside of work."

"Are you familiar with Lin Xia's cousin?"

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and said, "She and my husband are colleagues, but to be honest, I'm not very familiar with her..."

"Did Lin Xia ever mention that she was afraid of anyone, or that she wanted to leave Beijing?" Officer Zhou asked, looking at her with a serious expression.

"Leave Beijing?" Wen Ruan was immediately stunned.