Su Xiaowei noticed that Qiu Yang was distracted, so she looked at her boyfriend.

"Qiuyang, what are you thinking about?"

Qiu Yang stared at Su Xiaowei's clear, watery eyes and frowned.

"Xiaowei, I'm wondering what my dad will say to me if he suddenly calls me home? He said it's something very important."

After hearing this, Su Xiaowei softly said "oh" and then smiled sweetly.

"Qiuyang, you'll find out when you get home tonight. Don't overthink it. If you do want to think about something, just think about me."

As she spoke, Su Xiaowei turned and left shyly.

Watching his girlfriend's departing figure, Qiu Yang smiled gently.

He felt something called sweetness and happiness flowing through his heart.

The electric sensation from this sweetness and happiness made him tremble all over.

For some reason, Qiu Yang had a bad feeling after listening to his father's phone call, and he could tell that his father was not very welcoming of Su Xiaowei's visit.

However, Qiu Yang was completely wrong.

Little did he know the anxiety and worries of his father, Qiu Jingwen.

One day later,

When the father told his son that Qiu Jingwen was a secret agent planted by the Kuomintang,

As the mother's murder case gradually comes to light...

When an unimaginable and unacceptable change, even a disaster, occurred in his home,

Qiu Yang suddenly realized why his father had disagreed with him bringing Su Xiaowei home for a free meal and why he hadn't agreed to let him introduce Su Xiaowei to his family.

Of course, that’s a story for later.

In fact, after hanging up the phone with his son, Qiu Jingwen also felt that he had been too harsh on his son.

Perhaps due to genes and heredity, Qiu Jingwen's two sons, Qiu Yang and Qiu Shou, look very much like their father.

Especially Qiu Yang, who is already twenty-two years old, has a face that is about 85% similar to his father's. If Qiu Jingwen and his son Qiu Yang stood together, wearing the same work clothes as in the factory, many people might mistake them for each other.

After hanging up the phone with his son, Qiu Jingwen lit a cigarette.

He smoked as he pondered what he should say to his son that evening.

Of course, he couldn't say too much at the moment; he needed to see how things developed.

Specifically, he would observe the progress of the police investigation team. If the police quickly identified his wife, Jiang Yuping, as the murderer, he would proceed according to his plan. However, he would need to explain the situation to his son beforehand to avoid any sudden events that would leave him with no time to explain.

Qiu Jingwen also thought of Liu Han.

This veteran agent couldn't possibly be without a backup plan, and he couldn't possibly be without considering what would happen if he were silenced. As for what those plans would be, Qiu Jingwen had some idea, but he couldn't be sure.

When the phone rang, Qiu Jingwen felt a jolt of excitement, even a little nervous.

He looked at the red telephone, picked up the receiver, and listened without speaking.

"Dad, has something happened to our family?"

This was the familiar voice of Qiu Jingwen's daughter, Qiu Yue.

Qiuyue's voice, tone, and the amount of information conveyed in her questions were enormous.

Qiu Jingwen paused for a moment, then asked in return:

"Qiuyue, what's going on?"

"Dad, my younger brother has been taken away by the police."

This is yet another affirmative statement brimming with information.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Jingwen's vision went black.

He was a little confused!

My son is still a teenager, how could he have been taken away by the police?

What are the police officers going to do with the son?

What would Qiu Shou, the son, say to the police officers?

Will the son's answer expose his identity as a secret agent and his wife's identity as the murderer?

A series of questions quickly popped into Qiu Jingwen's mind.

He also thought of the incident where his son Qiushou was followed by Liu Han.

As a former trained agent,

Qiu Jingwen, who has gradually risen to the position of a mid-level manager.

His intelligence is definitely above average; he just keeps a low profile.

He even began to imagine or simulate what questions the police officers might ask his son, and how his son might answer them.

now,

He still doesn't know why his son was suddenly taken away.

So, having calmed down, Qiu Jingwen asked into the microphone:

"Qiuyue, don't be nervous. Tell me, why was Qiushou taken away?"

The less you try to keep Qiuyue from getting nervous, the more nervous she seems.

"Dad, how would I know? My little brother went out to play after breakfast. Later, one of his classmates came to our house and said that during the autumn harvest, he was taken to the factory by uniformed police officers in a jeep. I get nervous just thinking about it. The police officers are investigating the murderer everywhere."

Sensing her daughter's nervousness, Qiu Jingwen gently comforted her:

"Qiuyue, why are you so nervous? Your little brother won't kill anyone. Okay, I know. You can relax at home. I told you this morning to keep an eye on your younger brother and sister. Never mind, don't be nervous, just do your thing."

Qiuyue said breathlessly:

“Dad, you’re a mid-level manager and you’re familiar with Liang Damin, the head of the security department. Why don’t you make a phone call or go to the security department and ask why the police took my brother away?”

Qiu Jingwen felt it was impolite for his daughter to address Liang Damin directly, so he said:

“I will ask you, ‘You can’t call Liang Damin directly anymore, it’s disrespectful.’”

At this point, Qiu Jingwen suddenly remembered what Wei Hong had told them that day: that their daughter Qiu Yue was dating Liang Damin's son, Liang Guoping.

So I casually asked:

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