Chapter 9: What Right Do You Have to Die?

That night, Jiang Yue still brought Cheng Jun to her home.

At the door, Cheng Jun feigned concern and asked, “Yueyue, if Chu Jianghe is at home, wouldn’t it be awkward for him to see me here?”

Jiang Yue snorted coldly, then turned to Cheng Jun with a smile. “Don’t worry. Even if he’s here, he’s been very obedient around me all these years. He wouldn’t dare act out.”

Indeed, I was very obedient—when she told me to go east, I didn’t dare go west.

But it was all because I loved her. If I didn’t, how could I have been so humble?

Yet in Jiang Yue’s heart, I was utterly worthless.

So openly, she led Cheng Jun into the home where Jiang Yue and I had shared seven years of life.

She even personally took slippers from the shoe cabinet for him to wear.

I once thought Miss Jiang would never stoop to such a lowly act, but I suppose it depends on the person.

She pulled Cheng Jun into the living room and asked the servant to prepare dinner. Meanwhile, she kindly asked, “Ajun, do you want any fruit? I’ll peel it for you.”

Cheng Jun smiled gently. “Anything you peel, I’ll love.”

Disgusting—it was truly nauseating!

She even took Cheng Jun to the bedroom—a room that held no trace of me.

Because I had never once slept in that room.

Cheng Jun looked around and asked, “Yueyue, why are there no things of Chu Jianghe’s here? Not even your wedding photos?”

Jiang Yue peeled an apple and replied, “I never took wedding photos with him, nor let him sleep in my room. Of course, there’s nothing of his.”

“How can you be like this? He’s at least your husband in name!”

Cheng Jun surprisingly spoke up for me, but I knew he was just trying to provoke Jiang Yue.

She scoffed indifferently. “What ‘in name only’ husband? I only stayed with him because he looks a bit like you.”

Cheng Jun then said, “He hasn’t come back for two days. Could something have really happened to him?”

Jiang Yue snapped irritably, “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

“A worthless man like him—if he really died, it’s none of my concern.”

A gleam of triumph flickered in Cheng Jun’s eyes; he knew this would only enrage Jiang Yue further.

At that moment, he wrapped an arm around Jiang Yue’s waist, whispering soothingly.

“All right, all right, I won’t mention him anymore.”

My spirit hovered before them, watching silently, heart shattering.

She truly didn’t care. That night, she laughed and dined by candlelight with Cheng Jun.

I thought Jiang Yue would let Cheng Jun stay overnight, but to my surprise, she arranged for the driver to send him home.

Once Cheng Jun left, Jiang Yue took out her phone and made a call.

Her expression darkened, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. “Director Chen, is the message you sent me true? The body in the police morgue—is it really Chu Jianghe?”

I couldn’t hear the reply, but from Jiang Yue’s face, it was confirmed.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and terror; her complexion drained to a ghostly pallor, as white as paper.

The phone slipped from her hand onto the carpet, yet she kept holding it to her ear, breathing rapidly, chest heaving as if each breath required all her strength.

I had never seen her like this before.

She stood there frozen, like a carved statue, radiating shock and fear from within.

Perhaps at that moment, she truly realized I was dead.

Yet, from her expression, I could not detect a trace of sorrow; only shock.

After a brief silence, inexplicably, she grew angry and smashed the unfinished bottle of red wine on the floor.

The dark liquid spilled instantly.

A servant hurried over to clean up. “Miss Jiang, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Yue said nothing, instead leaving and taking a taxi straight to the police station.

But by then, the police station was closed. The duty officer told her to come back during working hours tomorrow.

Inside the station, she caused a scene, insisting on seeing my body.

Eventually, the chief was called, and unable to refuse her, the police escorted her to the morgue.

Though it was well past midnight, she showed no hint of fear.

I knew her nature well. When we first got together, I had taken her to a haunted house in an amusement park—she had shown no emotion throughout.

In all the years we were together, apart from a fear of tiny hairy insects, she seemed unafraid of anything.

It was now nearly eleven at night.

The police morgue was chillingly cold.

Even passing by during the day sent chills down one’s spine; yet at midnight, Jiang Yue walked in without hesitation.

The police followed behind, switching on the lights.

Because of the heat, my body had already been placed in the coffin.

Jiang Yue hesitated as she approached, unwilling to lift the white cloth. She simply stood there beside the coffin.

Her face betrayed no emotion—no sadness, no joy, no grief.

Nothing at all.

She stood dazed for about a minute before murmuring to herself, “Chu Jianghe, what right do you have? What right do you have to just die like this?”

I almost laughed.

Miss Jiang, am I supposed to report to you before I die?

A policeman stepped forward, voice gentle. “Miss Jiang, please accept our condolences.”

Still, no change crossed her face, as if my death meant nothing to her.

My heart had long since gone numb. I no longer cared; I did not expect her to mourn.

The officer continued, “So you can now confirm this is your husband, Chu Jianghe?”

Jiang Yue nodded stiffly, then asked, “You said he died in a car accident?”

“Yes, the crash happened on Wuyi Road.”

“Wuyi Road? Isn’t that out in the suburbs?” she asked, puzzled.

“Yes. We also found a suitcase at the scene containing Mr. Chu’s belongings, and from his phone, we discovered he had contacted the principal of a Hope Primary School before he died…”

Jiang Yue shook her head, cutting off the officer.

“Was the driver responsible caught?”

“Sorry, Miss Jiang, we found the vehicle, but it was using fake plates. The driver is still under investigation.”

“It’s been several days, and they still haven’t found the driver?”

The officer’s face was expressionless. “There are many suspicious details. From the skid marks at the scene, the vehicle showed no sign of slowing down. These clues lead us to suspect it wasn’t an accident.”

“You mean it was deliberate?”

Jiang Yue paused, then sneered. “How could he have enemies? Besides Liu Qing, he had no friends. He mostly stayed at home. How could he have offended anyone?”

“Miss Jiang, I understand your feelings. But after two days of investigation, we can basically confirm it was murder.”

“Murder?”

Jiang Yue laughed coldly, clearly unable to believe anyone would kill me.

Little did she know, the one who killed me was her own beloved, the one she cherished above all else.