Hu Xiaotian had accompanied Jian Rongxin here partly out of sympathy and partly out of curiosity. He simply could not imagine how she had ended up in such a state. In his impression, Li Chenzhou had always been a refined, courteous gentleman, and he remembered the couple always appearing deeply affectionate in public. Why had tonight's scene unfolded? Even a fool could tell that they must have had a quarrel and that Jian Rongxin had left in anger.
But even if she had stormed out, Li Chenzhou should have sent someone to escort her. On a snowy, windswept night like this, even if the two residences were close together, how could he rest easy letting his lightly dressed wife leave alone?
Hu Xiaotian could not help remembering Xue Lingjun's condition: she wanted him to kill Jian Rongxin. This was an excellent opportunity, yet her aim of striking a blow against Li Chenzhou through Jian Rongxin's death now seemed impossible to achieve. If Jian Rongxin truly mattered to Li Chenzhou, the scene before him would never have happened.
Jian Rongxin was about to enter her family's home when a strong hand caught her arm. Hu Xiaotian warned her quietly, "Don't go in."
Jian Rongxin forcefully shook off his hand and rushed inside heedlessly. After only a few steps, her foot caught on something and she stumbled to the ground. She had tripped over a corpse. It had been lying there all along, but the falling snow had concealed it from view. At the sight of the body, her lovely eyes widened in horror.
Hu Xiaotian strode up to her and said quietly, "Come away, quickly. This is a trap!"
Jian Rongxin shook her head, her heart filled with utter terror. Remembering that her father had just left the Duke of Jing's