The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince! - Chapter 851 - I’m Not the Murderer (10)

Chapter 851: I’m Not the Murderer (10)

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“The boy may not mind being called Billy Bob… But Mary Grace… Are you sure our daughter won’t mind?”

Sheng Yize tried his best to reason with An Xiaxia, hoping to change her mind.

An Xiaxia teased him, “Let’s call her Lyla Leigh, then.”

She nearly cracked up at the look on Sheng Yize’s face.

Why does my wife have such peculiar taste?

“Alright, alright. I’m just kidding.” An Xiaxia couldn’t help but laugh. She then grimaced at the throbbing pain from the incision on her belly. “We’ll call the boy Cola and the girl Pepsi. How’s that?”

Those were indeed names from a glutton…

Fearing that she might come up with names like KFC or Burger King, Sheng Yize made the final call. “Great! Cola and Pepsi it is, then!”

The others found the names quite catchy and praised An Xiaxia for them.

Little Cola and Pepsi smacked their lips in the incubators and went on sleeping.

–

Only when all their family members had left did An Xiaxia recall what happened that day; she wasn’t over the fear yet.

“What happened to Song Shi…”

Sheng Yize put her hand back under the duvet and said vaguely, “He was killed. The preliminary evidence suggests that it was the work of someone he knew.”

Song Shi was quite agile himself, but that fatal wound was the only wound he had. The killer had to be someone he knew to have succeeded that easily.

“Who did it? Have they found the person yet?”

Sheng Yize shook his head. “Go to sleep. Don’t let it bother you.”

“But I can’t sleep…” An Xiaxia eyed him pitifully. Sheng Yize couldn’t bring himself to leave. After some thought, he got into bed, lay down beside her, picked up the tablet so that it was facing An Xiaxia, and scrolled down the screen for her so that she could read what was happening on Weibo.

After going through all the popular posts, An Xiaxia still didn’t feel like sleeping. She demanded, “Check out the topics.”

Sheng Yize tapped the topic column as told. An Xiaxia’s account was set on Yu City, and one of the local news posts caught An Xiaxia’s eyes.

“The murder case of the wife of the president of Shengshi.”

It was such an eye-catching title that it attracted much attention.

Sheng Yize frowned and tapped on it. The news had been leaked by an alt account which claimed to have witnessed the wife of Shengshi’s president killing a person. Not only had the local police omitted the evidence, they had even harbored the suspect.

Apart from delivering the breaking news, that person had also condemned the immoral rich in a righteous tone, demanding that the president of Shengshi give the public an explanation. The person also claimed that he or she might be under threat and the posts could be deleted soon.

Curious onlookers were always more capable than one could expect and they immediately looked into it.

Someone had managed to hack into the computer system of the police department on the island and obtained the photo of the crime scene, where Song Shi lay dead.

The picture that attracted the most attention was the one of Sheng Yize holding a gun against another man’s head.

His face was blurred out in the photo, but both the figure and that demeanor could belong to no one else but him!

“How can they say that…” An Xiaxia was furious. “They’re inverting justice and distorting facts here!”

“I know.” A dangerous look flickered in Sheng Yize’s eyes.

He hadn’t taken action yet, but their opponent had already felt the pressure and was going to crush him and An Xiaxia with public opinion?

Heh, in their dreams!

He sat up and An Xiaxia asked in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“You took care of Rong Che for me once; it’s my turn to fight for you now!” Sheng Yize said lazily, as if he had just found the most interesting toy. He got out of bed, borrowed a few cell phones and laptops, and began to type.

An Xiaxia was so curious, but she wasn’t able to get out of bed yet. She felt as if a kitten was scratching at her heart. “What did you post? Let me see…”