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G City, Investigation Bureau.

"Sir, we removed the video within three minutes of its release and cleared all online links..."

"We immediately obtained the IP address of the person who posted the video, but when our people went to search the house, the person had already escaped..."

"We extracted biological information from the traces left at the scene and compared it with the database. This is the result."

"Zhou Min, an orphan, was abandoned when he was three months old and later lived in the Shuguang Welfare Home. He was adopted at the age of ten and then disappeared. His whereabouts remain unknown."

"All biological information points to her?"

"Uh... we only extracted this valid biological information from an unlit cigarette butt found at the scene..."

"You guys can't see such obvious induction?"

"Sir, we..."

"But let's investigate her. Someone who's been missing for fifteen years suddenly reappears, which is interesting. Also, keep an eye on the internet and find out if the person in the video is the one who posted it."

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How did things develop into this situation?

Zhou Min curled up on the fabric sofa, tilted his head back and tried to keep his eyelids open due to the fever, and used his hearing to judge which step the people in the kitchen were at.

"Shuashu" is the sound of the knife cutting the fish meat and touching the cutting board, which is neat and regular;

"Gudu" is the sound of rice porridge boiling, which is different from the sound of boiling water, it is a sticky bubbling sound;

"Plop" is the sound of the fish fillet sinking into the porridge, and also the sound of the ceramic spoon slowly stirring;

"Click" was the sound of Zhou Qiting's footsteps walking out of the kitchen in disposable slippers.

Alas, Zhou Yiting.

Zhou Min mobilized the sore muscles in his shoulders and neck, and slowly turned his head to look at the person who came.

When Zhou Qiting came to see Zheng Siying, he would wear seemingly ordinary business attire in a low-key manner.

Today is no exception, still wearing a white silk shirt, but two buttons on the collar are undone, revealing the superior lines of the neck.

In order to make it easier to cook, she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing an arm as white as jade.

He looked a bit trained, but he definitely couldn't beat me. Zhou Min's focus was different from that of ordinary people.

Zhou Qiting gently placed the porcelain bowl of raw fish congee on the coffee table in front of Zhou Min, with the fingertips of her right hand turning red.

"It's a little hot, let it cool down before eating."

The temperature of the edge of the bowl is relatively lower than the porridge in the bowl, but it is still a bit too hot for delicate skin.

"Are you burned?" Zhou Min frowned, stared at Zhou Qiting's red fingertips, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Putting things in perspective, Zhou Qiting was injured while trying to take care of him, so it was normal for him to show some concern for her. Zhou Min turned his fever-addled head, forcing his logic to make sense.

"It's okay." Zhou Yiting rubbed his fingertips, then picked up the mercury thermometer that Zhou Min had placed on the table next to him to check.

38.5℃, it is indeed a fever, but it is not very serious.

In fact, Zhou Min's fever was over 39℃. In order to prevent Zhou Qiting from sending her to the hospital again, she shook the thermometer with force after taking the temperature, held the probe in her hand, and manually adjusted the reading.

Zhou Qiting looked at Zhou Min's red cheeks again, and suddenly became puzzled. He was about to reach out and check Zhou Min's forehead temperature again.

Zhou Min took the initiative, stretched out his right hand, grabbed Zhou Qiting's wrist tightly, and pulled her close to his eyes for confirmation.

Her movement was not forceful, but it was sudden. Zhou Qiting was caught off guard and staggered, and her other hand subconsciously supported itself on the back of the sofa.

The two of them were suddenly brought close to an extremely ambiguous distance, but Zhou Min was unaware of it. His eyes were focused on Zhou Qiting's still red fingers, and he blew a breath as if possessed by a mysterious force.

A gentle breath brushed against her fingertips, but Zhou Yiting's heart suddenly stirred. She remained expressionless, slightly distanced herself, and put her fingers into her palm.

Zhou Min didn’t know how...delicious he looked in her eyes when he puffed out his cheeks and blew air.

Zhou Yiting bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, enduring the pain.

"There's some ointment in the medicine box, apply it yourself." You can't ask the patient to apply it for you, right? Zhou Min let go of Zhou Qiting's wrist with a clear conscience, half-rose from the sofa, and slid onto the carpet next to the sofa.

The coffee table is not high, so if you sit on the sofa to drink porridge, you need to bend over.

"I'm not burned." Zhou Yiting withdrew his hand and did not go to get the medicine box. Instead, he sat down and picked up the spoon to stir the fish porridge in the bowl to speed up the cooling process.

When it was almost time, Zhou Qiting pushed the bowl towards Zhou Min and said, "Drink some porridge first, then take the medicine."

The medicine was delivered to her door together with the food. The antibiotics that Zhou Min always had at home were no longer effective for her.

"Thank you." Zhou Min said thank you sweetly, took the spoon, scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The temperature was just right, but Zhou Min couldn't quite taste the flavor with his current palate. However, judging from the tenderness of the fish slices and the texture of the porridge base, Zhou Qiting's cooking skills were quite good.

Zhou Min was already surprised that Miss Zhou could cook, and he was even more shocked that she was a good cook.

So Zhou Min thought about it and praised it: "Miss Zhou, I didn't expect your cooking to be so delicious."

Sure enough, if a person with a picky taste can cook, the food won’t be that bad.

When Zhou Qiting was a child, he was picky about food and refused to eat anything. He was so thin that he was sent to an orphanage to live for a while.

He said he wanted her to see how normal children eat.

But the children in the welfare home were not ordinary. During that period, take Zhou Min for example. She was the relatively healthy one among many children, but she still had to rush to eat at the table, otherwise she would go hungry.

Zhou Qiting saw the scene of people scrambling for food and asked why they didn’t have to eat separately so that everyone could eat their own food?

Zhou Min licked the last grain of rice in his bowl clean before he could give her an example: "Seven loaves of bread, broken into ten pieces, that's too difficult."

Later, Zhou Min understood why Zhou Qiting and her friends had less food than usual during the time she was in the welfare home.

The Zhou Group was the largest sponsor of the welfare home at the time. The director said that in order to let everyone remember the kindness, all the children adopted by the welfare home who had no names would be given the surname Zhou and then a random name.

As the only heir to the Zhou Group, Zhou Qiting has to play the victim whenever she is around.

Suffering for a while, in exchange for the possibility of a better life in the future, why not? After all, the hardship is not for the dean.

This kind of education of remembering the bitter past and cherishing the sweet past had some effect on Zhou Yiting. Seeing everyone else wolfing down the food, she even took a few more bites of the meal specially prepared by the family chef.

At that time, Zhou Min was jealous of Zhou Qiting's sumptuous meal. He looked at Zhou Qiting pitifully and asked if she could have some of the food if she couldn't finish it.

Zhou Qiting ignored what she heard and followed the rule of not talking while eating, chewing slowly. Zhou Min was drooling as he watched her. He finally waited for her to put down her chopsticks, but the next second she ordered the servants to throw away the leftovers.

Fell down.

Zhou Qiting!

Thinking of this, Zhou Min gritted his teeth with a spoon in hatred and stared at Zhou Qiting with fire in his eyes.

Oh, now that you have such a slim and well-proportioned figure, you should have gotten rid of your picky eating habit long ago, right?

The person in front of her was praising her cooking one moment, and the next moment acted as if he wanted to bite her. Zhou Qiting was inevitably a little at a loss.

Zhou Qiting looked worried: "What's wrong? Did you eat a fish bone?"

She had a whole piece of fish sent to her that had been processed and simply sliced, so she didn't know whether the fish bones had been completely removed.

"It's delicious without any fish bones." Zhou Min decided to swallow his anger and not argue with Zhou Qiting for the time being.

"Miss Zhou, do you like cooking?" Zhou Min scooped up another spoonful with the spoon and asked casually.

Zhou Qiting sat aside, holding her chin with one hand, smiling as she watched Zhou Min sip his porridge. She said softly, "I wouldn't say I like it. I usually only make it for myself."

What she meant was that apart from herself, she had only cooked for Zhou Min.

Who believes it?

Zhou Min said sarcastically, "How many people has Miss Zhou said this to?"

Zhou Qiting was not annoyed by the questioning. Instead, her smile became even wider. She answered the question with a question: "Do you care a lot?"

Who cares? Who cares?

Zhou Min, who didn't care at all, said he didn't want to pay any more attention to Zhou Qiting. He drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, picked up the capsules and warm water prepared by Zhou Qiting and swallowed them directly.

"I've asked for tomorrow's day off for you. Have a good rest tonight. I'll be going back first."

Zhou Min had just put down his water cup and was about to order them to leave when he heard Zhou Qiting speak up.

Before leaving, Zhou Qiting stood at the door, turned back and met Zhou Min's gaze as he left, and said sincerely: "You are the only one who has tasted the food I cooked."

Then he hooked the black garbage bag beside the door with his index finger, turned around and went out to gently close the door, leaving Zhou Min alone in a daze.

No, who cares?!

Zhou Min realized it later and felt his head burning even hotter.