"Liao Hanfeng, do you have so ti? I’d like to treat you to coffee." Fang Anning called Liao Hanfeng.
Liao Hanfeng rejected her outright: "No ti, not interested."
Fang Anning forced a smile: "Don’t be so cold-hearted, can we talk about Xiaoxiao’s matters?"
"Heh heh heh, no need, I am Xiaoxiao’s agent now. So I know more about her affairs than anyone else, I don’t need to find out from you."
"Liao Hanfeng."
"It’s no use calling my na, if you’re trying to dig up sothing about your cousin, you won’t get it from . I still know the difference between those close and distant, so you might as well give up on that thought."
After Liao Hanfeng had spoken, he hung up the phone.
Fang Anning gritted her teeth, not expecting him to be such a tough nut to crack.
But, just because he won’t talk, does that an she couldn’t find soone else to ask?
Fang Anning hurriedly scurried downstairs to find Mrs. Chen.
Mrs. Chen was watering the flowers, and seeing her co over, she smiled and said, "Madam, look at how nicely the flowers are blooming, would you like to pick one for your room?"
"No need, I don’t appreciate that sort of thing", said Fang Anning.
"Mrs. Chen, I’m so bored. Let’s chat," said Fang Anning with another grin.
Mrs. Chen replied with a smile: "Sure, let’s chat. What would you like to talk about?"
Mrs. Chen put down the watering can and sat down to ask.
Fang Anning said: "Let’s talk about Qi Wenli! Specifically, the Miss Qi we all dealt with."
"Why talk about her? That woman is no good woman," Mrs. Chen imdiately said with disdain.
Fang Anning said: "I know she’s not a good woman, I’m just curious. After doing all those wrongs to Mr. He, how could Mr. He have let her off?"
"It’s just because Mr. He has a kind heart; he’s a good person," Mrs. Chen promptly replied.
Fang Anning forced a smile.
Thinking to herself, your filter is really thick.
"Then since Qi Wenli didn’t die, does that an the several others that followed are still alive?" Fang Anning asked quickly.
She hoped to catch Mrs. Chen off guard and get an inadvertent truthful answer.
Unfortunately for her, she’d underestimated Mrs. Chen’s reaction speed.
Mrs. Chen laughingly said: "How could they all be alive? Qi Wenli’s case was an accident. One ti can be accidental, but it can’t be coincidence after coincidence that they all ’accidentally’ died."
Having said that, Mrs. Chen stood up, ntioning there was still jam to be made, and went off to make it.
Fang Anning bit her lip, Mrs. Chen was really crafty, seeing right through her.
If Mrs. Chen wouldn’t tell the truth, then getting to the bottom of this matter would not be easy.
After all, the people in the know could probably be counted on one hand.
But Mrs. Chen was indeed very loyal to He Tingchen, promptly informing him about her inquiring after the affairs of the previous won that evening.
During dinner, He Tingchen didn’t say anything.
But after dinner, He Tingchen called her into his study and, while gently tapping on the desk, asked: "Are you very curious about those won?"
Fang Anning bit her lip and imdiately shook her head: "Not particularly, just... curious, just casually asking."
"Since you’re curious, I will take you to et them," He Tingchen said indifferently.
"Ah, to et them? Are they really not dead?" Fang Anning was surprised.
He Tingchen did not answer her question but rely told her to go back to her room to change into thicker clothes and accompany him out.
Fang Anning was excited.
Could it be that those people really weren’t dead?
If they weren’t dead, that would be great, as it would show that He Tingchen wasn’t such a terrible person, and if she did sothing to displease him, maybe he wouldn’t kill her either.
"Madam, the wind is strong outside, wear more,"
Mrs. Chen, seeing that she was still wearing thin clothes, draped another cloak over her.
Fang Anning said: "Is it necessary to wear so much?"
As if she was going to the middle of nowhere.
Mrs. Chen said, "It’s very windy outside, better wear more to be safe."
Fang Anning had no choice but to drape her cloak on properly.
At this ti, He Tingchen ca downstairs, and she imdiately stood by the door submissively waiting for He Tingchen.
"Follow."
He Tingchen commanded in a low voice as he passed by her.
Fang Anning hurriedly followed him, first getting into the car with him, and then the car started and drove away from the He family’s residence.
It was already dark now.
But instead of heading toward the city, their car was driving more and more into the outskirts, arriving at an extrely remote location.
Even the streetlights were dim and barely illuminated the outside.
"Where are we going?" Fang Anning asked nervously.
He Tingchen replied, "Didn’t you want to et with them? We are going there now."
"Where do they live?"
"Where do you think the dead should reside?" He Tingchen countered.
Fang Anning: "..."
Her complexion suddenly turned pale.
Could it be that they are really dead?
Soon, the car stopped, and the bodyguard helped He Tingchen open the car door.
He Tingchen said to Fang Anning, "Get out of the car, it’s right up ahead."
Fang Anning sat in the car, shaking her head vigorously, "No, no, no, I’m not getting out. Since they’re already dead, there’s no need to see them."
She wasn’t insane, to visit graves late at night.
"You should still take a look, to avoid obsessing over this matter night and day." He Tingchen said.
"I was wrong, isn’t it enough that I admit my mistake?" Fang Anning imdiately pleaded with a pitiful look, tilting her face up.
But He Tingchen completely ignored her plea, forcibly pulling her out of the car, and pointed to the several grave mounds ahead, saying, "They’re right there, and next to them there are two empty spots, originally for you and Qi Wenli."
"I understand now, let’s go ho."
Fang Anning, held at the waist by He Tingchen, was forced to look at the distant, dim grave mounds. After hearing his words, she imdiately requested to go ho.
"Still curious?"
This ti He Tingchen didn’t ignore her, and after letting her go, he watched her rush back to the car. He also got in and asked coldly.
"I’m not curious anymore; I won’t be ever again." Fang Anning swore, raising her hand.
"Be good, and I guarantee you can live a very comfortable life." He Tingchen pinched her face.
Fang Anning forced a fawning smile, trying hard to squeeze out an ingratiating smile.
However, He Tingchen looked at it with disdain and said, "Stop smiling, it’s really ugly."
Fang Anning imdiately retracted her smile and hung her head dejectedly.
"Tomorrow, I will take you to a reception." He Tingchen suddenly extended his hand, held her hand, and slowly spoke.
"Ah, attend a reception?" Fang Anning was surprised.
He Tingchen glanced at her and asked, "What, you don’t want to go?"
"No, it’s just Old Mr. He said not to show myself off casually, and told to stay ho and take care of the baby. Didn’t you also say that I should go out less?" Fang Anning said.
He Tingchen replied, "Tomorrow’s reception requires a female companion, and I can’t think of anyone more suitable."
An excuse.
Fang Anning ntally criticized.
With your status and appearance, what kind of female companion could you not find?
Probably just by beckoning, even big stars like Cheng Wanbai couldn’t refuse, and you would lack a companion?
Nevertheless, she only dared to criticize in her mind, and never voiced it out loud.
"Okay, I understand. I’ll make sure to dress up beautifully tomorrow and not let you down."
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