So, he smiled and said:

"Yuping, is it really that serious? Your husband said it was just a minor scratch, and you're getting so worked up. Tell me, have you and your husband been having problems in bed lately? Is that why you're so irritable? Is your husband impotent?"

Jiang Yuping rolled her eyes at her best friend:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is it because your husband Xiao has been away on a business trip and you're feeling lonely and bored? Why don't you let Qiu Jingwen come to your house tonight and let him try it out, see if my husband Qiu is up to the task? I'm just afraid you'll be too exhausted to handle it until midnight."

Wei Hong wasn't angry; instead, she laughed.

“Yu Ping, you said it yourself. When your husband Lao Qiu comes over in a little while, talk to him and ask him to lend it to me for one night. You said it yourself, it won’t break anyway.”

Jiang Yuping stared at Wei Hong, but said seriously:

“Wei Hong, the day I’m gone, you can come to my old Qiu and use it however you want. You can use it every night, I won’t mind, it won’t break anyway.”

Wei Hong knew her best friend was joking, but Jiang Yuping's serious expression made her confused.

"Pah, pah, pah, Yuping, what do you mean by 'gone'? Don't say such unlucky things. I'd rather not use your old Qiu's thing, okay?"

Two best friends, driving a virtual car, talk about relationships.

They drove and drove until Qiu Jingwen pushed open the door and entered.

Jiang Yuping checked the injury on her husband's finger and found it was nothing serious, but she still scolded him gently.

"Qiu Jingwen, how could you be so careless? Come on, let's go to the treatment room, I'll bandage you up."

Wei Hong followed along.

The two of them worked together to bandage Qiu Jingwen's wound.

After thanking Qiu Jingwen, he looked at Wei Hong and said:

"Was the deceased really the old man you mentioned? The old man who sat at the table behind us that day?"

His meaning was simple: he wouldn't be at ease until he saw Liu Han's body with his own eyes.

Wei Hong had no idea that Qiu Jingwen had ulterior motives, so she readily agreed:

"You can go and take a look, or I can take you with me."

At this point, she took Jiang Yuping's hand again:

"Yu Ping, come on, you should go and take a look too."

Jiang Yuping shook off her best friend's hand and shook her head in refusal.

"Oh dear, what's so interesting about a dead body? If you want to go, you two go. I don't want to see an old man's corpse. Didn't you want my old Qiu to help you out? Perfect, let's go together and discuss what to do tonight."

Wei Hong, though she was rebuffed, was not angry. Instead, she led Qiu Jingwen to see Liu Han in the morgue.

Qiu Jingwen was completely baffled by his wife's words.

His mind was completely preoccupied with verifying whether the corpse was Rattlesnake Liu Han, and he didn't understand the meaning behind his wife's words at all.

Wei Hong led Qiu Jingwen to the morgue.

Two security personnel stood in front of the morgue. They both knew Qiu Jingwen and Wei Hong, who had just performed the autopsy.

Before the security personnel could speak, Qiu Jingwen spoke up:

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Wang, I'm getting my wound treated in the infirmary. Go in and check if the dead body is one of our old employees from the workshop."

The security personnel had no idea that Qiu Jingwen had ulterior motives for examining the body, and naturally, they couldn't stop him from doing so, given that he was the workshop director and a prominent figure in the factory.

Entering the morgue and looking at Liu Han's body, Qiu Jingwen said nothing and asked no questions. Less than a minute later, he and Wei Hong came out together.

"Yes, that's him."

After leaving the morgue, Qiu Jingwen said to Wei Hong.

A weight was finally lifted from his heart.

Whoever gets rid of Liu Han for me, it's a good thing for me.

In a brief moment of thought and analysis, he even thought that perhaps the person who killed Liu Han was in the same situation as himself, a member of the undercover team, who killed Liu Han because he was blackmailed by Liu Han and was afraid that Liu Han would expose his identity as a spy. Otherwise, he would not have been able to use potassium cyanide to poison the other party.

Moreover, the murderer must have hated Liu Han to the core.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have driven a nail into the back of his head; how much hatred must have been building up in his heart!

After leaving the infirmary, Qiu Jingwen felt completely relaxed as he rode his bicycle.

That night, when the children were almost asleep, Qiu Jingwen took the initiative to put his arm around his wife's waist.

Jiang Yuping ignored her husband and turned around to stand back to back with him.

Qiu Jingwen knew that his wife was still angry with him. The three thousand yuan he had saved over the years had been spent in a way that was unclear and confusing. Anyone would be angry and unable to understand this.

"I'm sorry, Yuping, I know you're still angry with me. But there are some things I really can't tell you."

As Qiu Jingwen spoke, he shamelessly wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from behind again.

Jiang Yuping did not respond, letting her husband hold her.

After about two or three minutes, she suddenly turned around.

Jiang Yuping took a deep breath, then looked at Qiu Jingwen under the dim light and asked coldly:

"Qiu Jingwen, tell me honestly, why are you so interested in that dead man? You know that old man with the scar on his face, don't you?"