The Mafia King's First Love

But that smile soon vanished as she remembered what Jiang Zhen said about her parents. Jia was alone in the bathroom room, and she finally let the tears from her eyes flow out.

No, it cannot be true! Mom and Dad can never even think about hurting Lihua!

Jia didn't care if Lihua was adopted or not. Even if that was the truth, her love for her sister would never fade away just because they didn't share the same blood.

Lihua was her little sister. That was the truth. There might be some circumstances that led Song Wuying and Song Lan to take her in, and whatever the reason might be, she was only thankful to God that Lihua came into her life.

But she would never accept that they wanted to kill her.

That is utter nonsense! Mom and Dad loved us both equally. They were respectable officers! They would never differentiate between Lihua and me and do hell with trying to kill her! There is definitely a misunderstanding.

She placed her palm on her chest and felt her heart beating faster.

Tears continued to make her cheeks wet. She felt afraid. At the base, everything happened so suddenly. Jiang Zhen dropped such a bomb, and even Wei's extreme reaction forced Jia to believe for a moment that it was the truth.

Jia still remembered that night. It was burned into her memory.

*Flashback*

"Lihua! Where are you?" A ten year old Jia was running around the park, trying to find her little sister.

She pouted.

"Lihua is being so sneaky these days! She is definitely meeting someone, but she refuses to tell me! Today, I will find the mystery person!"

This was the park near their house where Lihua would frequently come with her friends to play and also meet a special someone.

Jia had a serious expression.

"I will find that person and then scold Lihua. It is bad to talk with strangers."

She pursed her lips.

But I don't want to make Lihua cry. So, I won't scold her a lot. Just a little bit like her big sister!

*Bang!*

She jolted as she suddenly heard a sharp noise from a distance. It was so loud that she felt paralyzed for a moment.

"Wuying!!! No!!"

Jia widened her eyes. She recognized her mother's voice.

Mom...Why did Mom shout?

"Wuying...No...Wake up please…!"

She heard her mother's sobs, and little Jia paled more and more.

Is Dad hurt? That's why Mom is crying! I will go help them!

Jia hurriedly trotted along the trees and small bushes in the park. She began to see her mother's figure and hear her stammering words.

"What did you do? H-How could you kill him!? Y-You…"

Jia heard some other voice saying something in a quiet voice, but she couldn't hear it.

"W-what are you…"

That voice again said something that Jia couldn't make out.

"You killed Wuying! What nonsense are you blabbering!?"

Finally, Jia reached a small bush and separated some leaves to see. Her body ran cold as she witnessed the scene before her.

Her father, Song Wuying, was lying on the ground with a wound in between his brows. Song Lan was crying hard as she held a six year old Lihua in her arms. Lihua wasn't in her senses. Her head was dozing left and right in a groggy state. Song Lan was bent on her knees, shaking Song Wuying in an attempt to help him but to no avail. He was dead.

Jia stared hard until her eyes watered. On the other side, there stood a boy, who seemed no older than twelve years old, quietly but dangerously watching Song Lan. His hand was extended with a gun held in his palm, pointing it straight at Song Lan.

Jia looked at the boy. There was nothing in his eyes. Absolutely no emotion, yet she felt chilly as if his gaze was covered in frost.

Expressionless. Dangerous. Determined.

That was all how he was at that moment.

Before Song Lan could say anything else, the boy calmly pressed the trigger. A second later, Song Lan's head rolled back as a similar wound formed on her as there was on Song Wuying's head.

Lihua slipped from her hands as Song Lan slowly collapsed on her back, dead. Her eyes were wide open.

The boy ran towards Lihua and prevented her from hitting the ground. He patted her cheeks."Lihua? Lihua?"

Jia stared at her parents on the ground. They didn't move. They didn't get up. Her father had shown her enough action movies for her to understand that her parents were dead.

"Mom...Dad…" her lips quivered as she called them out. But it was so low that she could hardly hear herself.

"Young master Wei!"

She heard hasty footsteps coming from the other side. She saw a man dressed in a suit and pants, who stiffened upon seeing two dead bodies. He gasped.

"They are Song Wuying and Song Lan!"

The man shook the boy's shoulder. He saw the gun in his hands and widened his eyes. "Young master, did you…"

Wei wasn't listening to him.

The man quickly grabbed him and said, "Young master, we cannot stay here. People must have heard the bullet shots. Somebody might be coming at any moment. You cannot get implicated into this, young master. Let's go!"

"N-No! Lihua!"

The man didn't listen to him, grabbed his hand and dragged him away.

"Leave me! Lihua!"

The man came and took the boy away in just a minute. With her trembling knees, Jia ran up to Song Wuying and Song Lan.

"Mom...Dad...Wake up. Y-You really left us? Mom, Dad…Say something," she shook their bodies. "I am calling you…" she choked, "why aren't you... saying anything…?"

Silence.

Lihua had already fainted on the other side while her parents were dead.

Tears pooled in her eyes, and Jia broke down as grief engulfed her heart. "Mom!!! Dad!!! Please wake up…Don't leave us alone…"

Unable to bear the sorrow that crashed upon her like thunder, Jia fainted, and her head softly collapsed on her mother's belly.

*Flashback ends*