The person Du Qiuyi had sought was intended for Jiang Zhen’s four children. She had even made meticulous arrangements—first looting and stealing from the Qi family, then targeting Jiang Zhen’s home. But how could Jiang Zhen’s family remain unharmed while Xiuqing ended up dead? She refused to believe it.  

The four assailants were caught red-handed by Gu Liancheng and Xiao Qingfeng. After being reported to the police and taken to the station, the suspects quickly turned on each other, shifting blame until they revealed the mastermind behind the plot. The man who had hired them confessed without hesitation, admitting that he had been threatened by Du Qiuyi.  

“I originally told them to take all four children, deceive Du Qiuyi, and return the kids after she went abroad. But these four got carried away by lust and accidentally killed someone.”  

Du Qiuyi couldn’t accept this outcome. Since childhood, every one of her schemes had gone smoothly—until that damned Jiang Zhen didn’t die. From then on, none of her plans had succeeded.  

Refusing to admit defeat, Du Qiuyi forced herself to stay composed. “Wait, why are you all saying I hired them? Why would I harm my own niece? Don’t try to frame me.”  

“No one is framing you,” Gu Liancheng said. “Li Chongling has been watching you for a long time. He collected all the evidence of your communication with the criminals and handed it over to the police.”  

…  

Jiang Zhen touched An Xiuqing’s corpse. An Xiuqing’s rebirth point was thirty years in the future, where unimaginable events had unfolded. She had missed every major opportunity in her timeline, which was why she regretted it so deeply. After being reborn, she wanted to seize everything, but what she held in her hands was like sand—the tighter she gripped, the faster it slipped away. As a result, barely over a month after her rebirth, she was dead again.  

After touching Ji Fengmei’s body, Jiang Zhen told Gu Liancheng, “Apart from exposing An Xiuqing, Ji Fengmei didn’t tell Dr. Qi anything. But I now know where Qi Junshan buried his treasures. When do you want to dig them up?”  

“I’ll report it first,” Gu Liancheng said. “Wait for my instructions.”  

“Any progress in Du Qiuyi’s interrogation?” Jiang Zhen asked.  

“She’s confessed a lot. She said her mentor spent a lifetime swapping children from many families, and in the six months since she returned to the country, she’s swapped five pairs. She wants to use this information to bargain for a reduced sentence and demands to take An Qihui and Dr. Yan abroad with her.”  

Not a single one of those demands would be granted.  

Jiang Zhen said, “Is her claim about five pairs accurate? At this rate, the trial and execution should move faster. When she’s executed, don’t shoot her in the head—just let me touch her corpse, and I’ll know everything.”  

“The interrogation process must be followed. We’ll have to wait a bit longer.”  

Gu Liancheng’s expression darkened. “Du Qiuyi said my uncle was also swapped, and the fake uncle knew about it. He even tracked down the real uncle’s son and took him in as a foster child. But the fake uncle has several foster sons, and she won’t say which one it is.”  

Jiang Zhen: “…So I guessed right. Then wait for me to touch the corpse—once I do, we’ll know. Did she mention anything about He Shulan’s case?”  

“No,” Gu Liancheng said. “Under our relentless interrogation, she revealed a lot of truths. But about He Shulan and Dean Wan’s swapped child, she didn’t say a word. Probably because An Xiuqing’s death made her resent He Shulan.”  

…  

Before the interrogation process concluded, Gu Jiaoxia came to discuss with Gu Liancheng: “Your uncle is critically ill. Even though we had a falling out before, death settles all grudges. We should go see him.”  

Gu Liancheng: “…” Back when he borrowed the car, it was to provoke his uncle. Who would’ve thought he was a fake? At the time, the man had seemed vigorous. Had his health deteriorated because Du Qiuyi’s arrest left him with no cure for his guilty conscience?  

…

Recently, Gu Liancheng had been too busy to come home, but Xiao Qingfeng dropped by and said it was time to dig up what Qi Junshan had buried.  

Jiang Zhen led the way as they unearthed the treasures Qi Junshan had hidden, took photos, and cataloged everything—one task finally checked off.  

Two days later, Gu Liancheng made progress in the interrogations and accompanied Du Molian to the hospital to see An Qihui.  

Based on the corpses Jiang Zhen had touched, An Qihui truly knew nothing.  

Du Molian still had attachments in her heart—how could she possibly be free of worldly concerns? She knew that unless An Qihui’s emotional knots were untied, no medical treatment could cure her.  

“Qihui, I should’ve told you sooner. Over a decade ago, before I became a concubine for my employer, I already knew your biological father was murdered by your aunt—she hired someone to kill him. After Liberation, your stepfather could only have one wife. When your aunt rushed back to the country, I was afraid she’d kill again, so I preemptively entered a nunnery. Your father didn’t die saving the Gu family. Xiuqing’s engagement to Gu Liancheng had no foundation of gratitude. You don’t need to torment yourself anymore.”  

For double confirmation, Gu Liancheng brought An Qihui’s real father, An Yuehong. Only after confirming Du Qiuyi was dead did he agree to come.  

He told An Qihui: “Before your sister insisted on marrying Qi Junshan, I warned her. She didn’t listen. Your aunt knew the Qi family better than I did. I did what I could—blame your aunt if you must.”  

An Qihui’s mind gradually cleared, and she asked her father bitterly, “All these years, why did you never come looking for us sisters?”  

An Yuehong said, “I’m human. I hated too. I hated your mother for choosing her sister over her husband. I hated your aunt for being so selfish she’d kill her own brother-in-law and let her sister become a rich man’s concubine. And I hated you sisters—you enjoyed luxury from your stepfather’s family, yet still hypocritically cursed the Gu family for taking your father away.”  

…  

After recovering and being discharged from the hospital, An Qihui divorced Yan Jiawen and temporarily stayed at the nunnery where Du Molian resided.  

Yan Jiawen also recovered and came to thank Jiang Zhen. After everything, he cherished his freedom more than ever and decided to live earnestly from then on.  

“Dr. Qi was deeply shaken and resigned. He wants to go to the mountains to support medical development there. I’ve decided to go with him for some experience,” Yan Jiawen announced.  

Jiang Zhen thought it was a good idea. “Neither of you is particularly sharp, so take care of yourselves out there.”  

Yan Jiawen was moved. Honestly, Jiang Zhen didn’t like him, but was there anyone who didn’t like Jiang Zhen? Last night, while drinking, Dr. Qi had drunkenly mused—if his blind date with Jiang Zhen had worked out, would things have been different?  

But the current outcome was already fortunate. Yan Jiawen smiled. “After all this, we’re not as foolish as we used to be. Dr. Qi was worried about He Shulan, so he gave her the money from selling his house. Hopefully, that girl will be luckier than her sister.”  

“Who did Dr. Qi sell the house to?” Jiang Zhen asked urgently. Neighbors were very important—she didn’t want another troublesome one.  

“Professor Li, Du Qiuyi’s ex-fiancé. You don’t mind, right?” Yan Jiawen asked nervously.  

Him? Then it was fine.  

…  

Du Qiuyi’s interrogation concluded with a death sentence, to be carried out immediately. Jiang Zhen needed to touch her corpse and could witness the execution.  

Du Qiuyi refused to accept her fate—she still had secrets she hadn’t revealed. “Why can’t I get a reduced sentence? I refuse to accept this!”  

She thought exposing so many secrets should earn her leniency. But these were evils she had committed—why should she be spared?