Chapter 19 The Truth About the Death (1/4)

Wei Juan was taken aback. "Wei Zhentian is my father."

"Your father?" Su Wantang stared at her in astonishment.

Wei Juan nodded. "Pretty sister, do you know my dad?"

"Of course I know him." Su Wantang chuckled, but her laughter was tinged with resentment.

"What's your relationship with my dad?" Wei Juan asked, her clear eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at Su Wantang.

"To be honest with you, your father is very likely the murderer of my parents," Su Wantang said, taking a deep breath.

"What..." Wei Juan looked frightened, her face turning pale.

“My father’s name is Su Youzhi. He and your father were very good friends. They even started a company together, but they had a falling out later. The only person my parents saw the night before they passed away was your father.” Su Wantang looked at Wei Juan in front of her with her dark, cold eyes. “My parents had an accident on the night of September 4th, 10 years ago.”

10 years ago, on September 4th...

Wei Juan's mind raced as she tried to recall.

Before her mother passed away, she went to play with her father before he left. She saw him take a pistol out of his study.

Upon seeing his father, he quickly hid the pistol in his briefcase.

She wanted to play with her father, but he said he had official business to attend to and told her to stay home and listen to her mother. Then he left.

It rained heavily that night, and he was very scared by the thunder and lightning. He ran to the living room and called his father several times, but none of the calls went through.

At 10:00 p.m., he fell into a deep sleep and heard a noise coming from the living room.

She got out of bed and looked out the upstairs window. She saw her father walking towards the house with an umbrella. He dug a hole under the big locust tree in the yard, threw a bloodstained pistol into it, stomped on it many times, and then returned to the living room.

She ran downstairs and asked her father what he had been doing. Her father's expression turned noticeably more serious, and he stared at her with a terrifying look he had never seen before. "Juanjuan, Dad didn't do anything."

"But I clearly saw you just now..." Before she could finish speaking, her father covered her mouth tightly.

"You're seeing things." Wei Zhentian stared at her with a gloomy expression; her father's gaze had terrified her back then.

Before this, she had never seen her father with such a terrifying and fierce look in his eyes.

She was so frightened that she forgot to cry.

"Remember what your father told you, you didn't see anything tonight. You just imagined it." Wei Zhentian stared intently at her with a serious expression. "Did you understand?"

“If you dare to utter a single word about what happened today, you, your mother, me, and our whole family will die, understand?”

She was terrified at the time, and with tears in her eyes, she quickly nodded.

"Good that you remembered. It's getting late, go and get some rest." Wei Zhentian then released his hand from her mouth and gently patted her head as he spoke.

She was only 8 years old at the time. She was so scared that she ran back into the house and stayed in her mother's arms, where her mother held her and she slept.

She had several nightmares that night.

She developed a high fever after that day, which lasted for about a week before she recovered. She never dared to ask about her father again, and the events of that night remained buried deep in her heart, becoming a long-forgotten memory.

If this pretty lady hadn't asked about what happened back then, she would have completely forgotten about it...