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Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Rong Weiwei Insists on Seeing Her
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Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Rong Weiwei Insists on Seeing Her
“There’s nothing to it, I figure I won’t be able to sleep tonight anyway, so I didn’t want to drag it out until tomorrow, I came over early to help you confirm it. I’m not alone, my husband came with me.” said the person on the other end of the phone after a pause. They continued, “Besides confirming Rong Weiwei’s pregnancy for you, I also had a few words with the police officer in charge of her case. They say Rong Weiwei is adamant about not confessing, making a fuss about seeing you. I estimate even if she does see you, she’s unlikely to confess, but the police are annoyed to no end by her, and between the lines they seem to want you to talk to her and give it a try. How about later I set up a video call for you, so you can chat with her?”
Rong Yan didn’t really want to chat with Rong Weiwei, just like Estelle had said, she didn’t think that Rong Weiwei would admit to her wrongdoings just by seeing her.
But since Estelle had gone out of her way to come over, she felt bad about refusing, “Okay.”
“Wait a moment,” Estelle said after getting her agreement, then she hung up the phone.
Rong Yan’s phone rang again in less than two minutes. This time, it wasn’t a call; it was a video chat request on WeChat.
Rong Yan walked to the side of the bed and sat down, propped her phone against a book, opened her laptop, and slid her finger to answer the video call.
“Shhhhhssss.” There was initially a crackling of static from the other side, and the camera jostled for more than ten seconds before finally settling down.
An impatient-looking policewoman addressed the person sitting in the chair on the other side, “Miss Rong, as per your request, the video is connected now. Can you start talking?”
Rong Weiwei’s face was haggard, one hand pressed against her stomach, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she crazily stared at the screenful of tranquil and comfortable petite women, her face brimming with jealousy, “Rong Yan, have you been having a good time these past few days?”
Rong Yan was taken aback when she heard her hoarse, rough voice. Looking through the screen—she could only see the person in prison clothes sitting there, failing to showcase her past glamorous self, leaving behind only desperation and madness.
She didn’t know why, but she recalled the first time she saw Rong Weiwei—when Rong Weiwei had worn a white floral dress, holding Meiqi’s hand, acting even more like Meiqi’s ‘biological daughter’ than she did. She had walked up to Rong Yan timidly and looked at her enviously, calling her sister.
Who would have known her first impression hadn’t been wrong, Rong Weiwei was indeed Meiqi’s biological daughter.
The mistake was hers for treating a woman who deeply resented her as her mother and treating someone a year and a half older as her little sister. Such confusion had led to so many entanglements…
Rong Yan shook off the unpleasant memories flooding her mind and looked on indifferently, “Not bad, I’ve been quite happy without you worrying about me every day. I would probably be even happier if you were successfully sentenced.”
Her blunt words infuriated Rong Weiwei, her face turning a ghastly pale as her teeth nearly shattered with rage. Pushed to the brink of anger, she laughed again, touching her belly, “Heh, too bad your wishful thinking will come to nothing. I won’t be going to prison because I’m pregnant.”
Her lips curled into a smile, growing brighter by the second, “Rong Yan, not only will I not go to jail, but because I’m pregnant, you’re going to be ruined along with me. How’s that, are you mad?”
She was pregnant, and Rong Yan would never be able to cleanse herself of the stigma of being gang-raped, and she would follow her down the drain, returning to a C-list status…
