Chapter 3: Little Pitiful (1)

"What happened? How did Boss Chen die?" The enforcer's gaze fell entirely upon Lu Xiaoyou.

Lu Xiaoyou stood aside, her jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Under the lights, her skin was translucent as snow, her dark eyes reminiscent of a shadowy forest, and her lips, delicate as flower petals, trembled slightly—a sight that truly tugged at the heartstrings.

The usually fierce enforcer softened his voice when he spoke again, "Don't be afraid, tell us everything you know."

Clutching the silk nightgown on her body with slender fingers, she was clearly terrified, "Someone broke in, fired a gun... and killed Boss Chen..."

Lu Xiaoyou looked at them helplessly; in this room, she was the most pitiable victim.

She looked so pitiful, and when asked if she had seen the person who killed Boss Chen, Lu Xiaoyou shook her head blankly.

"What happened?!" More people arrived at the door of the room.

Lu Xiaoyou turned her head, and as she saw the newcomers, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

The leader was a woman in her forties, her face heavily made up, wearing a crimson short dress with a high slit.

Lu Xiaoyou timidly called out, "Sister Min."

Sister Min, whose surname was Ya, was one of the madams at the Secret Garden, who, along with Lu Xiaoyou's stepmother, had tricked Lu Xiaoyou into coming to the Secret Garden.

Trailing behind Ya Min was a woman in her early twenties, who entered the room alongside Ya Min and looked at Lu Xiaoyou from head to toe with schadenfreude.

This woman was named Jian An'an, and she was Ya Min's goddaughter.

Upon entering, Ya Min began to berate Lu Xiaoyou:

"You were supposed to take good care of Boss Chen, how did things turn into such a mess?"

"Boss Chen, he's dead," Lu Xiaoyou said quietly.

"What?"

Ya Min had not yet reacted when Jian An'an saw the body on the bed.

"Did you kill Boss Chen, Lu Xiaoyou!" Jian An'an, seeing the body and feeling her scalp tingle, shouted at Lu Xiaoyou:

"You must have killed him because you didn't want to serve Boss Chen!"

An enforcer spoke up, "A criminal broke in and shot Boss Chen; this shouldn't have anything to do with Miss Xiaoyou."

As the enforcer spoke up for Lu Xiaoyou, a sneer crossed Jian An'an's face; from the moment Lu Xiaoyou entered the Secret Garden, she had regarded her as a thorn in her side.

This woman, like a delicate little flower, always managed to stir up others' sympathy. Jian An'an couldn't fathom how Lu Xiaoyou had managed to have even Boss Chen's underlings speaking on her behalf.

Jian An'an said sternly, "Lu Xiaoyou was always unwilling to serve Boss Chen; she had the most motive to kill!"

"An'an, when Boss Chen specifically asked for you, you cried and made a scene, pushing me toward him, and then you drugged me," Lu Xiaoyou said indifferently, making Jian An'an's heart skip a beat.

"Now that Boss Chen is suddenly dead, you think I am the murderer. Are you in a hurry to cover something up?"

Lu Xiaoyou's words made all of Boss Chen's underlings look towards Jian An'an.

"Lu Xiaoyou, what nonsense are you talking about!" Jian An'an lunged forward, ready to slap Lu Xiaoyou.

Lu Xiaoyou moved towards the waterbed, and as Jian An'an was about half a step away, Lu Xiaoyou lifted her foot and tripped Jian An'an.

Jian An'an lost her balance and fell onto the bed, landing on top of Boss Chen. Face to face with the corpse, Jian An'an let out a piercing scream.

"An'an, are you alright?" Lu Xiaoyou reached out to pull Jian An'an up, but failed to lift her.

She blocked the view of others, pressing Jian An'an's face onto Boss Chen's.

Face to face, the living and the dead made close contact.