Chapter 84

A male reporter urged his younger assistant.

The rich man's butler, servants and driver left together.

Standing at the door of the detective bureau, the man in a suit straightened the hem of his suit and glanced at his watch, but he did not leave, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, Red Rose also walked out of the detective bureau.

The two looked at each other from a distance, but did not come forward to talk. Instead, they walked in different directions.

The reporter had also been to Paradise on Earth to report and even interviewed Red Rose. He wanted to go up and talk to the other party, but as soon as he took a step, he quickly retracted it.

Red Rose was hailing a rickshaw on the roadside. Suddenly, a look of disgust and helplessness flashed across her face, as if she had seen something.

"What are you doing here?"

A male student in a plaid shirt and overalls came forward shyly with a bouquet of roses in his hand, obviously wanting to give the flowers to the other person.

However, with a "pop", the delicate and beautiful bouquet was ruthlessly knocked down, and the gorgeous petals fluttered and stained the dust and dirt on the ground.

"I already told you not to come to me again, get out of the way!"

With her high heels touching the ground, Hong Meigui pushed the male student away with her hand, got on a rickshaw and left without looking back.

The reporter squeezed aside the assistant and perfectly captured the scene of the student handing over a bouquet of red roses with a photo. He stroked his chin. Although he didn't know what the photo was used for, as a reporter, his keenness to hot spots made him instinctively press the shutter.

The last person to come out of the detective bureau was Zhang Yingshu.

The reporter also strode forward. As the two passed each other, he suddenly stopped and said, "Hey, sir, wait a minute, have we met somewhere before?"

Zhang Yingshu turned around slowly, and the moment his eyes met the reporter's, he felt a sense of familiarity.

The reporter pressed his head and remembered something, and said in surprise: "Flower shop, sir, we met in front of the flower shop this morning."

Thanks to the orders from the mysterious customers, Zhang Yingshu's living conditions improved, but he did not spend the money on enjoying life, but spent it all on making incense.

Earlier, Zhang Yingshu came to the flower shop with the most complete variety of flowers, looking for flowers that had just been picked, still retaining the fragrance of soil and dew, with a wide variety and different flavors.

He planned to buy the most beautiful and fragrant flowers to preserve their fragrance.

When picking jasmine flowers, Zhang Yingshu accidentally bumped into the man next to him when his two hands reached out from different directions at the same time to touch one of the bunches of jasmine.

"Feel sorry."

The two apologized together, and the other party was the reporter who was also selecting Jasmine Flower.

The reporter was the first to show a professional smile: "It's my fault for bumping into you. Do you like this flower too? Then I'll give it to you."

"No need. It's my fault. A gentleman doesn't take away what others love. I'll leave this bouquet of flowers to you. I'll go over there and take a look."

Giving the reporter an embarrassed smile, Zhang Yingshu said softly, "I was originally hesitating between choosing this jasmine or that oleander. Since you like this jasmine, I'll choose the oleander."

It was an accidental encounter. Neither the reporter nor Zhang Yingshu thought that they would meet again at the door of the detective bureau.

The reporter's eyes turned: "Why are you here, sir?"

Zhang Yingshu hesitated and was unwilling to answer, but was stopped by the reporter who reacted first: "Are you related to the serial murder case?"

"No." Zhang Yingshu answered instinctively, but his momentary stiffness and hesitation still exposed him in front of the reporters.

"Sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself yet." The reporter took out his press card from his pocket.

"I'm a reporter from the Morning News. Could you please move to the cafe next door so we can sit down and chat?"

"No……"

Before Zhang Yingshu could say no, the reporter clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, lowered his voice and said with a wry smile, "Sir, I know my request is unreasonable. I also know that since the inspector released you, you are innocent. I just wanted to have a casual chat with you."

The reporter lowered his voice, "I have no other choice. The editor-in-chief gave me a task. If I fail to complete it, my salary will be deducted. You know what the Detective Bureau is like, and the detective's personality is so bad. If I ask him for advice..."

The reporter twirled his fingers. "I can't get anything without paying something. My monthly salary is so little, not even enough to buy the inspector a cigar."

"Forget it." Zhang Yingshu sighed, and finally nodded in resignation under the reporter's pleading, agreeing to have a brief chat with the other party.

"Forget about the cafe, let's talk here."

[Yingshu was probably trying to help the reporter save money. It seems like a cup of coffee these days costs a pretty penny, and the people who frequent coffee shops are all dressed up nicely.]

The two sat on a park bench. Although they didn't go to the cafe, the reporter wasn't idle either. He asked Zhang Yingshu to wait there for a while. When the reporter came back, he was holding two glasses filled with dark liquid full of fine bubbles. He smiled and said:

"I appreciate Mr. Zhang's kindness. It's a rule that you have to pay your informant a fee for gathering information. I'm just taking advantage of Mr. Zhang's kindness and trying out this foreign stuff."

"Thank you."

Bubbles burst on the tip of his tongue, moistening his dry throat. Without waiting for the reporter to ask, Zhang Yingshu responded, "Actually, I don't know much. The inspector and several detectives rushed to my house early this morning, and I was still in the dark..."

Not knowing what to say, Zhang Yingshu simply told the reporter everything that happened today.

As the words left his mouth, a huge weight seemed to fall from his chest. Zhang Yingshu slowly exhaled and smiled, "Thankfully, everything is over now. The inspector will do his utmost to apprehend the murderer. This matter has nothing to do with me now. However, I'm sorry that I don't have any more information to help you, Mr. Reporter."

"Mr. Zhang, please don't say that." The reporter closed his notebook. "You've already told me a lot. I already know how to write today's report."

"but……"

After a pause, the reporter hesitated and said, "There's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not."

Zhang Yingshu smiled and said, "Just be frank. We can be considered friends who have drank together."

As he spoke, Zhang Yingshu took the initiative to clink his empty glass with the reporter.

The reporter also smiled brightly: "Mr. Zhang, no, Yingshu, you are right. Although it is only the first day we met, we are already friends. Then I will be frank."

The smile on the reporter's face slowly disappeared. He moved closer to Zhang Yingshu and explained to Hong Meigui the conspiracy behind the inspector's previous words.

From Zhang Yingshu's gradually stiff expression, it can be seen how uneasy his mood is at the moment.

[Alas, Yingshu, this can be considered an unprovoked disaster.]

I feel bad for Yingshu, but if it weren't for this experience, I don't think we would have any movies to watch.

The reporter patted Zhang Yingshu's shoulder comfortingly and handed him a business card. "Yingshu, you gave me a lot of information today. This is my business card. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to come to the newspaper office and find me."

"Although I'm not a big shot, I'm always better informed than others in my line of work."

Zhang Yingshu looked at the reporter gratefully and said, "Thank you very much."

The reporter waved his hand and casually asked before saying goodbye, "By the way, Ying Shu, who do you think is the most suspicious?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Yingshu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't even know them, and judging from their testimony, they weren't at the scene. It can't be them."

"Testimony can be falsified, and even evidence can be falsified."

"If you really want to clear your suspicion, you should think carefully about the information related to the mysterious customer after you go back. He may be the murderer. Only when the murderer is caught will you be truly safe." The reporter reminded.

"Okay, I will." Zhang Yingshu knew that what the reporter said made sense and nodded seriously.

Before leaving, the reporter smiled at Zhang Yingshu again and said, "If you think of something but are not sure whether to tell the inspector, you can contact me."

[Reporter, you're a really nice person.]

[Is this the legendary friendly force? ]

So this time, the perfumer duo teamed up with the reporter to solve the case? That sounds pretty good.

When Zhang Yingshu returned home, he finally stopped burying himself in his perfumery room and sat at the table, thinking hard, recalling the several transactions he had previously made with the mysterious guest.

On the other side, the reporter returned to the outside of the detective bureau and entered before the bureau closed.

"Didn't you say you've already written today's report? Why are you back at the Detective Bureau again?"

[What's weird about this? Is anyone allowed into the detective office at this time? Why didn't these agents stop the reporters?]

Amid the audience's puzzled gazes, the reporter smiled and nodded familiarly to several familiar agents. He was also very tactful and distributed cigarettes to everyone. Although they were not cigars, they made the agents smile.

[Quite skilled.]

After knocking on the inspector's door, the reporter raised his voice and asked, "Inspector, are you there?"

"Enter."

When the reporter opened the door, he saw the messy appearance of the inspector's office.

"What happened? Who angered our Chief Inspector, who has the final say?"

The inspector rolled his eyes at the reporter and said unhappily, "You're asking even though you already know the answer. It's about that serial murder case. Why would it happen any other time? Why did it happen right when I'm getting a promotion?"

The receiver of the telephone on the desk fell to the ground.

The inspector had just spoken to his immediate superior on the phone. He had already arranged everything for him. As soon as his term was up, he would be promoted smoothly and take over a more important position with greater power. However, a serial case happened at this time.

The first victim was a nobody, but the identities of the next two were increasingly distinguished. The second victim was a foreigner, and the third was a wealthy man. Each one was more difficult to deal with than the last. Various forces were also exerting pressure. His supporters said to him seriously:

"If you can't do your job well, forget about getting promoted. Get out of here as soon as you can."

A lot of real money had been spent, and the inspector gritted his teeth and said, "We must catch the murderer."

He waved his hand impatiently at the reporter and said, "I'm very busy and don't have time to entertain you. If you want to know something, go there yourself. It's the same old rules."

That means you can bring the camera into the detective bureau and take pictures everywhere, and... you need to pay tribute.

The reporter smiled and said, "I understand."

After greeting the inspector, the reporter began chatting with all the relevant personnel inside the detective bureau like a fish in water.

Sitting in the rickshaw, the reporter flipped through the notebook in his hand, with a hint of excitement in his expression, and he did not look as bitter and resentful as he did in front of Zhang Yingshu.

As he flipped through the pages, he suddenly sighed, "Only three. Should we wait a little longer?"

[What are you waiting for? Are you thinking the death toll isn't enough?]

The number of deaths has nothing to do with the reporter. What he cares about is the headlines that can make him famous. The more deaths there are, the greater the unrest will be, and the more people will pay attention to him. Only by exclusively reporting the entire crime process will he be known by more people.

【I take back what I said before, this guy sucks.】

He had emphasized several times before that Zhang Yingshu should come to him. Perhaps this wasn't to help Zhang Yingshu, but for his own big news.

The next morning, with Zhang Yingshu wearing a painful mask of "Why are you here again?", the door was knocked again.

Standing outside the door was a red rose that looked out of place in this ancient alley.

Amid the prying eyes and whispers of the neighbors, Zhang Yingshu and Hong Meigui got into the vintage car together.

There were already several other people in the car, all suspects who were called to the interrogation room yesterday.

Seeing the puzzled look on Zhang Yingshu's face, Hong Meigui explained, "Let's discuss going to the crime scene together to see if we can find any clues."

Zhang Yingshu: "We?"

Red Rose smiled and said, "Yes, that's us. Any problem?"

Zhang Yingshu: "Ah? But solving cases is not the job of the Detective Bureau..." Zhang Yingshu shut up halfway through his words.

Yes, the inspector wants to grab anyone from among them to take the blame. If they don’t take action themselves, do they still rely on the inspector?

Red Rose chuckled and tried to get closer to Zhang Yingshu: "It seems you already understand."

Zhang Yingshu leaned to the side uncomfortably.

Red Rose laughed angrily and said, "You don't understand romance."

The gentleman coughed lightly and reminded: "Business is more important."

Zhang Yingshu raised his head again, thinking of something: "But the crime scene should have been protected. How can we get in?"

"Oh, that's easy. The building and the car are mine now. I can't be stopped from going back to my own home."

"You, yours?"

Red Rose's red lips parted slightly: "Yes, don't you know? I am his mistress. What am I trying to achieve by following an old man like that? It can't be love, right?"

"Fortunately, I was smart and coaxed him into giving me everything early on. Otherwise, if he died, I would have nothing left."

Today, Red Rose even changed into a red cheongsam. She didn't look sad at all, but seemed very happy. The old man passed away so early, and she was freer.

Zhang Yingshu's eyes swept over Hong Meigui secretly. Seeing that Hong Meigui gave him another wink, Zhang Yingshu quickly lowered his head. But he was thinking in his heart that if we talk about the motive of the crime, Hong Meigui, who hoped that the sponsor would die soon after getting the house and the car, seems to be a suspect.

[Ying Shu is no fool, he's quite quick-witted. Are we going to start solving the case?]

The western-style building originally belonged to Red Rose, and she gave some bribes to the detectives guarding it, so everyone naturally entered. However, they were not professionals, and they were not familiar with the crime scene itself. After finding no clues, this first gathering ended in a bad mood.

When he returned home, Zhang Yingshu was shocked to find that reporters were already waiting outside.

"How did you know I lived here?"

"I told you before, I have a special source of information." The reporter blinked and said in a relaxed tone, "Not only do I know where you live, I also know that you went to the crime scene today. How was it? Did you get anything out of it?"

Zhang Yingshu did not doubt it, shook his head, and even took the initiative to invite reporters into his home.

"Please come in, but this place is a bit simple, I hope you don't mind."

Reporter: "This is a humble room, yet my virtue is fragrant." (Note: Inscription on the Humble Room.)

Seeing that there was no look of disdain on the reporter's face, Zhang Yingshu's expression relaxed again and he made a cup of light tea for him.

"What do you want from me? I've told you everything I know."

"Well, there are some things. I found something here that may be related to the case. As a person, we should still be grateful. I feel it is necessary to let you know about this matter."

The reporter raised his hand to signal Zhang Yingshu to come closer. "Yingshu, when you went out with them today, did you feel that there was something wrong with Hong Meigui and Xiao Pang?"

Zhang Yingshu widened his eyes slightly. He didn't know about Xiao Pang, but today in the car, he just thought that Hong Meigui actually had a motive for committing the crime.

Not missing the fleeting expression on Zhang Yingshu's face, the reporter narrowed his eyes but was not anxious. Instead, he took the initiative to share the clues on his side.

"Red Rose and Xiao Pang have a complicated relationship."

"What's the meaning?"

"Oh, you idiot, let me be more blunt. These two are having an affair behind the rich man's back."

"There were eyewitnesses near the building who claimed to have seen two people being affectionate near the window. At that time, there were no classic cars representing wealthy individuals parked outside the building, and the piano music would occasionally stop."

"Do you think it's possible that these two people conspired to kill the rich man?"

"For example, killing Tian Dafu together and seizing his property?"

"No, it's not." Zhang Yingshu denied it directly: "The rich man has children and a wife at home. Even if he is gone, the family property will not be passed on to Miss Hong and Mr. Xiao."

"It's just that he does have a motive to kill the rich man."

"Brother Ying Shu, what did you think of?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yingshu spoke uneasily, "I, I don't know. I just thought that if Miss Hong and Mr. Xiao loved each other, then as long as Tian Dafu was alive, wouldn't they be able to be together openly?"

"Today in the car, Miss Hong was wearing red, and she didn't look unhappy at all, just..."

The reporter twirled the pen in his hand. "What you said makes sense. I'll write it down first, but there's one thing wrong."

Meeting Zhang Yingshu's puzzled gaze, the reporter chuckled dismissively, "The rose may look beautiful, but it has prickly thorns. The signboard of Heaven on Earth, skilled at seducing people and playing along, is a beauty known for her ability to please everyone. She has had ambiguous relationships with many people, so it's hard to imagine her falling in love with just one person."

"ah?"

Seeing Zhang Yingshu's stunned expression, as if his worldview had been shaken, the reporter gave him a sly smile. "Brother Yingshu is quite handsome. Didn't that rose tempt him? It shouldn't have."

Seeing Zhang Yingshu's somewhat uncomfortable expression, the reporter understood: "No matter what, these two are still the most suspicious at the moment. I'll make a note of this and then ask a friend to investigate carefully."

After seeing the reporter off, Zhang Yingshu said gratefully, "Brother Wu, thank you so much! I don't know how to thank you enough."

"You're welcome. This isn't just for Brother Ying Shu," the reporter said half-seriously. "If we can really catch the murderer, it would be a great thing for me. Maybe I won't have to be suppressed by the editor-in-chief anymore."

"For your sake and mine, even though our professions are not related, we're both going to act as detectives for once. So, let's bite the bullet and do it."

"Yeah, okay!"

Back in the house, Zhang Yingshu was still very grateful to the reporter: "I don't know how to thank Brother Wu. This is the only skill I have. But in the current situation, I dare to give it to Brother Wu, but I'm afraid he won't dare to accept it."

Zhang Yingshu shook his head and even curled the corners of his lips at the cold joke he made.

【You should be told...】

[Great wisdom appears foolish, great foolishness appears wise. Perhaps Ying Shu can really solve the case.]

[Let me sort out the context. Red Rose and Xiao Qinqin are now suspects. Hhh, this seems a bit like a script-killing plot.]

[Don't mention it, don't mention it, I suddenly have a bold idea. Could the real culprit be among these people? Ying Shu plays the role of a confused detective.]

So this is a script-killing movie? That sounds pretty good. Bringing my magnifying glass, I won't miss any details. I made the wrong choice several times before, and I can't let the murderer get away this time.

The audience only guessed half right. It is true that the supporting characters are suspects, but this is not a script-killing drama where only the murderer can lie.

While the reporter continued to inquire about information from the detective bureau, he also contacted Zhang Yingshu to get the information he had integrated, and communicated with both sides.

As for why the editor-in-chief approached Zhang Yingshu, although he was a small figure, he was the only person who had contact with the real murderer. Perhaps he could provide crucial clues at some point.

Reporter Wu thought to himself: It would be better to give up some small favors and time to gamble on this possibility.

As the investigation into the case continues to deepen, more and more "truths" come to light.

"Although Hong Meigui and Xiao Pang had some illicit relations, they were actually well-matched and only had a casual relationship. They were both interested in the physical aspects of the relationship, not the emotional ones."

The reporter placed the documents on the table for Zhang Yingshu to read. "You should be familiar with the situation of Red Rose. Now let's talk about Xiao Pang. You won't know until you investigate. Once you do, you'll be shocked. This guy is no ordinary character."

"In addition to Red Rose, he also had many confidantes, all of whom were concubines of the wealthy and powerful. Thanks to these confidantes, he also gained more opportunities to play the piano in the homes of the rich and powerful, earning a handsome salary. In the eyes of outsiders, he became a modern gentleman who was superior to others and glamorous."

"His resume says he was a top student who studied abroad. His family was once wealthy, but later fell on hard times. He was forced to change from a wealthy young man who played around with the world to a private pianist to make a living."

Zhang Yingshu once again displayed his signature shock: "You're saying these resumes are all fake?"

It's fake.

"Xiao Pang, his mother was originally a nightingale in a nightclub. When she got old, she married his father. But the good times didn't last for a few years. Just after she gave birth to a child, the happy family fell apart."

"Oh, Xiao Pang's father's last name is not Xiao."

Zhang Yingshu: "What's the surname then? Did Xiao Pang take his mother's surname?"

The reporter said with a subtle expression, "No, his last name is Pang. Xiao Pang actually has another very down-to-earth name, Pang Dalong. His mother hopes that her son will become a dragon."

"Xiao Pang is a pseudonym he gave himself. As for why his surname is Xiao, have you heard of Chopin? He was a top foreign piano master. He lied to those wealthy people that his surname was the same as Chopin's."

[No puns allowed!!!]

"But he's really good. He plays the piano pretty well, too. He's self-taught. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect."

"Although I now seriously doubt Xiao Pang's piano playing ability, the people who listen to him are all wealthy people who are just trying to be sophisticated. They may not have heard a true master play. Even if Xiao Pang's playing is harsh, hoarse and mocking, those wealthy people may think that this is how it should be."

[This young man has a bright future.]

"Also, he made up all his fake certificates himself."

"This guy..." After a long pause, the reporter finally uttered a single word: "He's quite talented, isn't he?"

Zhang Yingshu nodded seriously.

[Talented, so talented! ]

[In this drama, everyone seems to be wearing a mask.]

【It’s not just a drama, isn’t it also like this in real life? 】

No matter what, there is no love in the world of such a person, and it is even more impossible for him to kill a rich man for a red rose, become a murderer, and gamble everything he has worked so hard to get.

"But don't lose heart. Xiao Pang's clues were cut off, but when I was tracking down Red Rose, I found another person."

The reporter took another photo on the table, which was the scene where the young male student gave a rose to the red rose outside the investigation room.

"Nanjing University student Gao Linxin, a persistent pursuer of Red Rose, had his feelings toyed with by her. It's very likely that he turned his love into hatred and attacked Tian Dafu."

Holding the photo, Zhang Yingshu looked at the shy boy in the photo and said softly, "He doesn't look like him. Have you found out what kind of person he is?"

"He's the Gao family's illegitimate son, a nobody at home. He's well-fed but lacks respect as a human being. He's also a coward. It's a pity that he was spotted by Red Rose. Give him some sunshine and attention, and he can't help but fall in love with her."

"Although it doesn't look like it can kill people, but as the saying goes, either die in silence or explode in silence."

Zhang Yingshu: "Is he related to the previous two cases?" Zhang Yingshu still felt that Gao Linxin's motive for committing the crime was a bit far-fetched.

The reporter choked and said, "Anyway, let's check it out first. It's better than just sitting there and doing nothing."

Outside the detective bureau, two sneaky figures hid in the corner, craning their necks to look at the door of the detective bureau.

A car had just stopped and two agents helped an uneasy young student out.

"That's Gao Linxin."

The reporter quickly pressed the shutter of the camera covered by the coat and truthfully recorded the scene of Gao Linxin being brought into the police station by the agent.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't understand this. I'm taking a picture of him."

Zhang Yingshu pursed his lips. He knew the reporter was taking pictures of Gao Linxin, but...

"Why, for the report?"

The reporter turned to look at Zhang Yingshu: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Zhang Yingshu said in a muffled voice, "He was only brought back for questioning. Isn't it a bad idea to take a photo like this? What if the photo gets leaked and someone else misunderstands it?"

The reporter was stunned for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly, "It's better to be prepared. Every photo I take now may be of great use in the future."

Looking at the reporter's expression, Zhang Yingshu was silent for a moment: "Did you take a photo of us back then?"

The reporter rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking that Zhang Yingshu was always perceptive in inexplicable places. He laughed it off and said casually, "I only took pictures of Red Rose and the others. Don't worry, I have the pictures. If Gao Linxin is really not in trouble, I won't leak them casually."

"Why don't we just go back? It doesn't feel right to be stalking like this."

At this moment, Zhang Yingshu's brows were tightly furrowed. He had gradually realized that reporter Wu might not be quite in line with the image of a selfless and devoted friend that he had imagined.

Hearing Zhang Yingshu backing off again, the reporter felt a little annoyed. "What do you mean by sneaking around? If you had been a little more curious and found out what he looked like beforehand, we could have captured the murderer right now based on your description and wouldn't have let him get away with it any longer."

Listening to the reporter's words, Zhang Yingshu opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed it tightly again.

He wanted to say, "In honest business, if the customer doesn't want to meet him, it's wrong for him to insist on asking out of curiosity."

But what the reporter said was right. If he had been able to see the other person at the beginning, the case would have been solved now, not only for himself, but also for those who were killed by the serial killer, and even the serial killer's potential targets.

The uneasiness and inner condemnation made Zhang Yingshu feel guilty.

[Oh my god, this is the legendary high-level PUA. ]

[Ying Shu, don't listen to his nonsense. The guilty one is the murderer, it has nothing to do with you. Don't let him lead you astray.]

[It's confirmed. This reporter Wu is not a good person. Seeing Zhang Yingshu sinking into self-blame and anxiety, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.]

Shortly after Gao Linxin was taken to the Detective Bureau, another vintage car stopped outside the bureau and a well-dressed old man got out of the car.

When the butler of the Gao family heard the other party reveal his identity, the agent's attitude changed and became respectful.

After a while, Gao Linxin followed the old butler out of the investigation bureau nervously.

Not long after they walked, the old butler in front suddenly stopped. Gao Linxin slammed on the brakes and apologized in a panic. His behavior and words showed his respect for the old butler. The status of this young master of the Gao family was not even as good as that of the butler beside the master.

The old butler's face showed no extra expression when he spoke, but his words were extremely cold.

"Master Lin Xin, the master asked me to tell you that he doesn't require you to be as outstanding as the other young masters and young ladies. As long as you behave yourself, at least he can guarantee you a worry-free life."

"You also know that the master is a man who cares about his reputation. What he can't tolerate most is humiliation."

"Master is already furious about what happened today, and he personally stepped in to suppress the matter. From now on, Master, please cut off all contact with Red Rose. Otherwise, if anything happens again..."

After a pause, the old butler said coldly: "It is a disgrace to the master's reputation. Even without the master's instructions, I will help the master clean up the mess."

As for whether this "cleaning up the house" meant kicking Gao Linxin out of the Gao Mansion, or completely making him disappear from public view, only the old housekeeper knew.

Amid the roar of the vintage car, the old butler drove away, leaving Gao Linxin standing there with his head almost hanging down to his feet.

"It's over, let's go back."

Zhang Yingshu carefully pulled the reporter's clothes.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Why are you replying? The fun has just begun. I guess this young master won't be so quiet. How about a bet? I bet he'll go find Red Rose soon."

The reporter guessed correctly, Gao Linxin really went to look for red roses.

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