He Also Transmigrated on the Wedding Night - Chapter 10
Chapter 10
I was sprawled over a desk in the law school resource room.
There was still a pen clenched in my hand.
The tip had snapped off.
Lu Wenzhou sat across from me.
His face was very pale.
There was no wound on his chest.
But he instinctively pressed a hand to his left ribs.
I instinctively looked down at my own hand, too.
Clean.
No blood.
Only a faint red mark around my wrist.
Like the imprint left behind when the Heart-Linked Lock cracked.
We stared at each other for a long time.
Neither of us spoke first.
Not until someone knocked on the door outside.
“Have you turned in the finals materials yet?”
I snapped back to myself.
The moot court competition in reality was still going on.
The case we were fighting was a marital property dispute.
The wife had been pressured by her husband’s family into signing a transfer agreement. After she refused, they spread rumors that she had cheated.
The husband’s side submitted a surveillance video.
In the footage, it looked as if the wife had met a strange man late at night.
But thirty-seven seconds were missing from that video.
I had been saying all along that the missing portion was the key.
Lu Wenzhou said the court wouldn’t believe us just because something was missing.
I called him cold-blooded.
He said I gambled too much.
Now, he turned his laptop toward me.
The recovery program had just finished running.
On the screen was the recovered file for those thirty-seven seconds.
I froze.
“When did you get this?”
“Before the lights went out. It was only half recovered then.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything just now?”
He looked at me.
“Half a piece of evidence could get you killed.”
I gave a cold laugh.
“Lu Wenzhou, you’ve finally learned not to gamble with people’s lives just to win.”
He lowered his eyes.
“I only just learned.”
I said nothing.
He pushed the file toward me.
“You take this round.”
“I’m not taking it.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is your chain of evidence.”
He said, “It’s your case, too.”
The urging from outside the door grew more frantic.
I looked at the recovered file.
In the missing thirty-seven seconds, the wife hadn’t been meeting a lover.
She had been taking a younger woman, a victim of domestic violence, to the hospital.
The so-called affair was nothing more than the husband’s family cutting out the part where she was saving someone.
Suddenly, I thought of Ah Lu’s fingernails.
I thought of the words Shen Lingyi had never spoken aloud.
I thought of that wedding chamber on the wedding night, red as blood.
Some people always loved to cut away a woman’s struggle.
Leaving behind only the crimes they wanted her to bear.
Elopement.
Madness.
Unchastity.
Husband-murder.
Adultery.
I picked up the file.
Lu Wenzhou stood.
“Jiang Nanxing.”
I turned back.
He asked, “This time, are you still going in alone?”
I looked at him.
“Whose side are you on?”
He didn’t say he was on the side of evidence like he used to.
Nor did he say he was on the side of the rules.
He picked up another set of documents and walked to my side.
“Yours.”
I wanted to laugh at him for being cheesy.
But I didn’t.
The lights in the resource room were bright.
No longer like the red candles in that bridal chamber that night.
I pushed the door open.
Lu Wenzhou followed at my side.
At the end of the corridor, voices roared like a crowd.
We hadn’t won our case yet.
He and I hadn’t made up, either.
But I knew that from this moment on, he would no longer stand at a distance and watch me bleed.
And I would no longer pretend I didn’t need anyone.
