Wu Shi sulkily pouted.
Despite feeling wronged, he obediently entered the house.
Feng Yu watched their interaction in surprise.
"Do you really have nothing going on with Wu Shi? Why do I feel like there’s sothing between you two?"
"He’s not usually like this. It’s like he’s a different person when he’s sick," Fu Bing sighed.
"You seem very affectionate towards him."
"I guess it’s because he was the first person to co to after I got out of prison. The first one always has to be a bit special to stand out."
Seeing her glance occasionally towards the villa, Feng Yu tactfully said his goodbyes.
After his car turned the corner, Fu Bing turned and went upstairs.
Wu Shi had already obediently lain down in bed, pretending to be asleep.
Fu Bing wanted to scold him but couldn’t bring herself to. She closed the door behind her and left.
Mu He and Xiaoi were standing on the second floor, staring at each other.
"Did Wu Shi take his dicine just now?" Fu Bing asked.
"Yes," Mu He replied. "He sweated a lot, so I helped him change into his pajamas."
"Don’t let him misbehave like that again," Fu Bing said, not blaming them.
When Wu Shi gets stubborn, they probably wouldn’t dare to stop him. It’s difficult to manage soone who’s sick and unreasonable. If his illness doesn’t improve by tomorrow, we’ll have to get Lu Yuan over here. Lu Yuan is fearless and unyielding. Even if Wu Shi puts on a stern face, Lu Yuan wouldn’t care.
After Fu Bing returned to her room, she took a dicinal bath.
After sweating profusely, her body felt much lighter.
Yet, the oppressive feeling lingered, and her mood remained foul.
Qin Sheng was already dead. She had lost the chance to avenge herself and her child. How would she explain this to her child in the future? She had been kind to many people, only failing her mother and her child. Both of them were gone, leaving her with no chance for compensation.
Fu Bing sent a ssage to Junying.
"Help look into Qin Sheng’s life."
Su Junying sat in a bustling airport cafe, wearing oversized sunglasses.
His handso profile attracted countless glances and screams.
His fingers tapped the screen lightly. "No problem, I’ll get it to you by tomorrow morning."
"Thank you."
Su Junying typed once more, "I’m back in the country. Can we et?"
After sending it, his heart was in his throat, and he held his breath while waiting for a reply.
Fu Bing hesitated for a long mont before replying, "I’m sorry."
A wave of disappointnt washed over Su Junying. "You’re truly heartless."
"I have my reasons. I’m sorry."
Ya Rui was her secret. If possible, she would never use Ya Rui’s identity. In the future, once everything settled, she would live as Ya Rui. She would do nothing, just live quietly and embroider.
Su Junhui patted Su Junying’s shoulder and teased, "What’s with you? Wearing sunglasses at night, aren’t you afraid of bumping into walls?"
Su Junying clicked his tongue. "What’s with the explosive temper?"
"Yes." Su Junhui picked up his suitcase and walked away.
Su Junying jogged to catch up. "What happened? Is it related to that last thing you asked to look into?"
"Yes." Su Junhui was still miserly with his words.
Su Junying knew his mood was extrely foul; otherwise, he wouldn’t be squeezing out words one by one.
"Spit it out quickly, or you’ll suffocate holding it in."
"Our sister has been found, but it must be kept secret."
"Who?"
"Fu Bing!"
Su Junying stood rooted to the spot. "Who did you say?"
"Fu Bing!"
Su Junying took off his sunglasses. "How could it be her? She’s been on screen since her teens. If it were her, would our whole family be idiots?"
This was a question Su Junhui also wanted to ask himself. They considered themselves smart, unrivaled. Yet, they had been foolish enough not to recognize their own sister right under their noses. When their sister was imprisoned, they had watched indifferently, unmoved.
Su Junying continued, "Is your reason for keeping it secret because you’re afraid of losing face?"
"We lost face long ago. Until we’ve smoothed the path ahead for her, there’s no need to tell her the truth."
"At least you still have so conscience," Su Junying said, pursing his lips. "I’ll face it with you."
"Not leaving?"
"I’ve been everywhere I could go. Haven’t run into anything more interesting for now."
After they got into the car, Su Junying looked out the window. "What’s the deal with Qin Sheng? He died too easily."
"He died for his son. If he hadn’t died, his son wouldn’t have had a chance to step up," Su Junhui explained in detail how Qin Zhiheng ca to be in charge of the Qin Family.
"Is the Qin Family done for? They’d rather let a teenager beco the family head than give Qin Jinmo a chance. Qin Jinmo has really lost a lot of face this ti."
Su Junying traveled all over the world, but he always kept up with events in Jiangcheng.
He had a habit of collecting all sorts of information.
Su Junhui, his gaze calmly fixed on the road, said, "I actually think Qin Jinmo likes this arrangent. Previously, his brilliance was overshadowed by Qin Jinhai, and few paid attention to him. Only after Qin Jinhai’s death did people start noticing him. I’ve discovered he deliberately feigned incompetence to avoid taking over the Qin Family."
"Even without Qin Jinhai, the Qin Family still has a plethora of resources and assets. Does Qin Jinmo not love money that much?" Su Junying was puzzled.
"Money might not be his goal. These past years, he might have been collaborating with Qin Jinhai—one standing out prominently and the other secretly working from the shadows."
Su Junhui hadn’t thought in this direction before. Not until Qin Sheng was inexplicably arrested, and on the sa day, Elder Jian appeared at the Qin Family Mansion. His older brother also ntioned that Xi Simiao had visited the Jian Family, and Elder Jian was safe and sound within the Jian Family estate, not having gone out at all. Therefore, the Elder Jian who appeared at the Qin Family Mansion was an impostor. He appeared together with Li Yuan. Apart from Qin Jinmo, Su Junhui couldn’t think of anyone else capable of this.
Su Junying felt goosebumps rise at his description.
"It’s the New Year, don’t be so creepy," Su Junying complained.
"I’m just reminding you not to mock Qin Jinmo like others do when you et him."
"I’m a complete good-for-nothing myself; what right do I have to mock others?" Su Junying scoffed.
He still disliked the road ho. He had watched his sister being taken away with his own eyes. He was the last family mber to see his sister. If he had insisted on going with his sister back then, would she have been found sooner? At that ti, he had just stood there stupidly, watching as his sister was taken away. And Fu Bing... Fu Bing was his sister. He was likely the first in the Su Family to have had contact with Fu Bing. He didn’t like people from the entertainnt industry, but he didn’t dislike Fu Bing. Especially because of his connection with Ya Rui, he understood Fu Bing better than others. The real Fu Bing was always admirable and captivating. Such an amazing person, and she was his sister.
Su Junying felt as if his throat was stuffed with cotton, tight and uncomfortable.
Scenes of Fu Bing involuntarily flashed before his eyes. Amusing and sly. She was even better than the sister he had imagined.
Seeing him lost in thought, Su Junhui didn’t continue speaking.
"Grandma’s attitude towards our sister is strange. It’s best you don’t ntion this in front of her," Su Junhui said.
"Hmm."
Sully was close at hand.
Su Junying suddenly said, "Let’s stay sowhere else. It’s too stifling in there."
Su Junhui decisively turned the car around and headed to a nearby apartnt.
Junying hated Sully the most. To be precise, he hated himself.
Su Junying threw himself onto the sofa. "I need to rest. Tomorrow, we’ll go over all the information we have. If I don’t bring down the Qin Family, I’ll change my surna!"
Ya Rui had asked him to investigate Qin Sheng; she must have wanted to vent Fu Bing’s anger. He would do it for her!
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