My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 953: Do you have kids?

However, judging by Fang Dajiang’s reaction, he likely didn’t know much.

The murderer who killed my older brother was meticulous and exceedingly cautious in her actions. She wouldn’t possibly disclose important information to someone else, even if that man was her intimate partner.

Yet, Lu Lingche couldn’t figure out why a woman living in the deep mountains would go to great lengths to kill his brother, and why his brother had kept this woman’s existence a secret, even buying a separate mobile phone and SIM card to contact her.

Before his brother died, he must have known who killed him. He also had time to send a message about who the murderer was, but his last words didn’t mention the murderer at all.

If she were young, Lu Lingche might have considered the possibility of a crime of passion.

But this woman’s hair had already turned white, and despite her disfigured face, one could see the signs of age. She was no longer young and was not in the same age group as his brother, eliminating the possibility of an emotional grudge.

Moreover, the village chief said her face had been disfigured about thirty years ago.

At that time, his brother had just been born, so how could he be related to this woman?

A mist of confusion enveloped Lu Lingche.

After a long while, he finally spoke and asked the woman, "Do you have kids?"

The woman’s body jolted sharply, but then she lowered her head deeply, "No."

"Really no children?"

"Really, I suffered an injury when I was young and couldn’t bear children."

"What injury did you suffer? Who hurt you?"

The woman opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound; she realized that she had accidentally said too much.

Lu Lingche asked indifferently, "Was it Lu Mingzhen who hurt you, or was it Yao Suhe?"

The woman suddenly raised her head, her body trembling uncontrollably, "What, what are you talking about?!"

She couldn’t believe it—why could he guess? How did he know?!

He was even smarter and more intelligent than she thought!

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The woman stared blankly at him for a long while before she lowered her head again, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t know you, and I don’t know your brother. I didn’t kill him, you’ve got the wrong person."

Lu Lingche’s voice was cold, "Do you think that if a lie is repeated a thousand times, it will become true? No matter how many times you repeat it, you still know me, you know my brother."

The woman kept her head low and didn’t speak. Faced with Lu Lingche’s powerful aura and oppressive presence, she seemed very calm, nothing like someone who grew up in the deep mountains.

"Since you have a grudge with my parents, why only kill my older brother and not me? I am standing right here in front of you, and I don’t feel any hatred from you. This is highly illogical."

Perhaps, she was too good at pretending?

Or, had she already killed his older brother, and so her hatred was no longer as deep?

Lu Lingche watched her for a long time but couldn’t reach a conclusion.

He said indifferently, "I will soon have enough evidence. It doesn’t matter if you refuse to confess in front of me; the police will make you talk."

The murderer was more difficult to deal with than he had expected. She had lain dormant in this small mountain village for so many years, making sure everything was foolproof before she acted, which was testament to her patience and perseverance.

Asking further would yield no results. The fact that he had been able to identify the murderer was already a significant gain from this trip.

"Yu Fei, you take people to guard Xiaoya Village. Before the police arrive, watch her closely. If she ends up dead or escapes, you won’t need to see me again."

"President Lu, rest assured, I will keep a close eye on her!"

Lu Lingche nodded and left with his assistant.

Fang Liuye and Fang Dajiang were sent back home by Yu Fei, with no less than eight bodyguards keeping watch outside their wooden house.

Inside the wooden house, Fang Dajiang lay on the bed, frail but looking at the woman with a face full of worry, "You—are you alright?"

The woman shook her head, "I’m fine."

The man’s voice was very low, "Now that they’ve found us, what are you planning to do?"