I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 717: Money Can be Earned But Not Spent When You’re Dead (1)_1

Chapter 717: Chapter 717: Money Can be Earned But Not Spent When You’re Dead (1)_1

"Suicide?" Wei Lifen’s face immediately displayed fear, "So you’re asking me to risk my life for the money, but I won’t have a chance to spend it?"

"No, Ms. Wei, you misunderstand. My plan doesn’t involve actual suicide, but a staged one... but the performance has to be convincing. You’ll have to suffer a bit, to make the act believable enough to incite the media and netizens to stand by your side and criticize Qin Shujian... The ragpicker who took Qin Shujian’s belongings has already left this world. If you act first, even with a hundred mouths, Qin Shujian won’t be able to clear her name. She won’t be able to clarify the truth, and your abandonment of her will remain a secret that only you, me, and Qin Shujian know but no one will believe Qin Shujian..."

Wei Lifen glanced at the money, but seemed hesitant at the idea of orchestrating such a dramatic, high-strike scheme.

"Ms. Wei, if you don’t seize this opportunity, Qin Shujian might turn the tables. By then, you’ll be the one vilified like a street rat... In this suitcase, there’s a million in cash. Spending a couple of days in the hospital for a million-dollar profit, doesn’t it sound like a good deal no matter how you look at it? Oh, you don’t necessarily have to hurt yourself too badly. Just make your wounds look gruesome, creating the illusion of a suicide driven by overwhelming sorrow. You don’t even have to hit an artery..."

Wei Lifen seemed convinced, but she didn’t immediately agree to the man’s proposition. Instead, she asked, "Why are you set on bringing down Qin Shujian? Are you, like Ms. Song, holding a grudge against Qin Shujian for blocking your financial path?"

"Ms. Song? Who is Ms. Song?"

Startled by the response, Wei Lifen briefly appeared flustered, but quickly recomposed herself, shaking her head to deny it: "Who is this Ms. Song? I have no idea what you’re talking about."

After a brief pause, Wei Lifen asked, "Are you still interested in cooperating with me?"

"Yes, of course."

And that’s how Wei Lifen and the man in black reached their agreement. Wei Lifen left the abandoned factory with a suitcase full of cash, visibly elated.

The video ended here.

Before any of the reporters could ask where Xia Wan’an got the video, he took the initiative to explain: "It was a coincidence that this video ended up in my hands. The abandoned factory, you see, is my secret hideaway. When I’m feeling down, I like to hide there and feed stray cats. It’s as if fate intervened, making me witness this sinister plot against Miss Qin Shujian..."

As Xia Wan’an was explaining, the reporters were slowly snapping out of their stunned silence.

Someone in the crowd of journalists asked, "If this video is real, does it mean that Ms. Wei Lifen didn’t really commit suicide?"

The statement hit the room like a boulder tossed into a still lake, causing ripples of shock.

Be it in the hospital or at the press conference, all eyes were now on Wei Lifen’s bandaged wrist.

This revelation was a bombshell for the reporters. Focusing intently on Wei Lifen’s wrist, they whispered amongst each other. One particularly determined journalist ignored the security personnel, rushed into the hospital room, approached the bed, and unwrapped the bandages on Wei Lifen’s wrist.