Chapter 3: Making a Scene, One-Click Report

Liu Xinghe silently clutched her neck and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

At the moment she reached the main gate, she raised her blood-covered hands and wiped her face, tangling the braids on her head.

Looking down at the blood already soaked through her clothes and shoes, her cold expression changed. Her innocent eyes were filled with fear, her pale face weak and terrified, the pain no longer restrained. With that expression, she gently pushed open the gate.

She staggered a few steps, one hand still clutching her neck, her head drooping as she swayed toward the nearby steel mill.

There was no need for her to pretend—her natural state, combined with the aura of intense resentment radiating from her, made her look like a ghost freshly clawed out from a sea of blood.

Liu Xinghe reached the gate guard post and targeted an elderly man whose face exuded righteousness. Staggering, she suddenly lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve.

“Grandpa Zhang… help… call the police… I… accidentally saw… Shen Xi… and Li Bing messing… messing around… they… they want to kill me to cover it up… please… call the police… they’re on the bed… hurry… cough… cough…”

After weakly finishing her sentence, Liu Xinghe coughed up blood, which ran down her lips. She almost collapsed onto Grandpa Zhang, eyes wide in silent pleading.

“Oh my, Liu girl, where are you hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital first.”

Grandpa Zhang shouted in alarm, then quickly steadied her, seeing Liu Xinghe looking as if she had been pulled out of a pool of blood. His face was pale with worry as he urgently called for the others nearby to help get her to the hospital.

Others rushed over, panicking and murmuring among themselves.

Holding back her breath, Liu Xinghe clutched Grandpa Zhang’s clothes tightly and shook her head firmly, one hand stubbornly pulling him forward:

“No, Grandpa Zhang, go… to my house. I… applied some hemostatic herbs, I can still hold on. First… to my house, to call the police… otherwise, I… die… cough… quickly…”

If she delayed any longer, she feared the opportunity would be lost.

“Don’t get excited, blood loss like this is dangerous.”

Grandpa Zhang wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief. Worried about her health but unable to dissuade her, he thought her home was nearby and they should make it in time.

Amid the crowd’s chatter, he gave her a pill and helped her onto a resting chair in the guard post, then seriously instructed the others:

“Carry her steadily. Old Zhou, take people to call the police and get my son. The rest of you follow me quietly. Today, we’ll help Liu girl get justice.”

Just minutes after Liu Xinghe arrived, the group had settled into their plan.

Some rushed to the police station, while the rest carried Liu Xinghe quickly but carefully to the crime scene, followed by a crowd either seeking justice or just curious, moving swiftly without pause.

At this moment, no one thought to inform the Shen family—they just wanted to get there and witness the spectacle.

Incredibly, in just three minutes, the group quietly slipped through the half-open gate.

Liu Xinghe, clutching her neck and squinting from the chair, felt a sense of relief hearing noises inside.

She had made it just in time.

The people who came along, hearing sounds from inside and peeking through window cracks, saw the two completely exposed and absorbed in each other—and were immediately thrilled. It was real!

Unexpectedly, everyone managed to stay silent, observing quietly with wide, excited eyes.

Only Grandpa Zhang stayed by Liu Xinghe’s side, checking her breathing, worried she might collapse at any moment.

Five minutes later, police officers arrived on bicycles, led by Grandpa Zhang’s son, the local police chief.

This was one reason Liu Xinghe had targeted Grandpa Zhang—if the police chief got involved, no one, no matter how influential, could escape.

Another reason was Grandpa Zhang’s hatred of evil, making him trustworthy.

She had chosen wisely.

The scene quickly shifted into a normal, chaotic affair of catching adulterers. The courtyard erupted—people knocked on windows, helped the police, rushed in to confront the culprits. Chaos and excitement mixed.

“Ah—”

The two inside panicked, Shen Xi not even recognizing people as she screamed: “I want to report Li Bing for assault! I’m innocent, ah!”

Her only thought was to pin everything on Li Bing; survival was the priority.

But Li Bing was no small-time thug. Having destroyed many families, he wouldn’t let Shen Xi frame him. He immediately turned the tables:

“Lies! Officer, she seduced me! She’s evil! You don’t know what she did to her sister Liu Xinghe. Officer, I must report her for tarnishing my twenty-year honor, for plotting against me! Officer, you must help me!”

He knelt, wailing with such intensity that anyone unfamiliar might think he was mourning.

The louder they screamed, the happier Liu Xinghe felt. Watching them being observed and punished by the crowd slightly eased the resentment she carried.

“Hui Zi, come here. Calm her down. This injury can’t wait any longer; she must go to the hospital immediately.”

When Chief Zhang was pulled over by Grandpa Zhang, Liu Xinghe weakly opened her eyes, half-supporting herself, clinging as if to the last straw.

“Po… police officers… now that you’re here I… I feel safe. I want to report… Li Bing and Shen Xi messing around… report… attempted murder… that blood-stained stone… it’s the murder weapon…”

No matter how they tried to defend themselves, she insisted: report their sexual misconduct, report attempted murder. Being caught in the act, with her neck wound and blood as evidence, was undeniable.

She could not let them escape justice; the life and blood of the original owner demanded it.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let a single villain go. We’ll handle this here. First, we’ll get you treated—your safety is the priority.”

Chief Zhang’s voice exuded reassurance. Liu Xinghe relaxed, and seeing the two culprits with scratched faces dragged out, her tension completely eased.

“Alright, thank… thank… you…”

But the relief and massive blood loss overwhelmed her. Her voice grew weaker until it vanished mid-sentence, and she collapsed, fainting in peace.

“Liu girl—”

Grandpa Zhang shouted in panic, checking her pulse and urging: “Quick, take her to the hospital! Hui Zi, watch over her, you must see this through.”

Chief Zhang also checked her pulse, feeling it nearly gone, sensing her frighteningly cold body, paper-white face, and blood-soaked clothes.

Even hardened officers couldn’t help but feel tears well up, their hearts heavy with sorrow, eyes darkening at the sight of the two quarrelling inside.

She had lost so much blood—how much pain she must have endured! How desperate she must have been!

They could not betray this girl’s trust—they had to see justice done.

Chief Zhang handed a stack of cash to Grandpa Zhang, who was rushing to the hospital with Liu Xinghe, instructing one officer to accompany them while he personally dealt with the situation at the scene.

Now, without Liu Xinghe’s intervention, events proceeded exactly as she had planned.

Amid the chaos, the unconscious Liu Xinghe was finally lying in a hospital room, undergoing emergency treatment, her life hanging by a thread, teetering between life and death.

Meanwhile, the scumbag father Shen and his mistress stepmother, upon hearing the news, hurried off from work to the police station.