Watching her resolute back, Ye Sijue turned around and left the appraisal agency without hesitation.

Inside the hall, Fu Ying's gaze fell on the corner where Ye Sijue was hiding. Seeing his back as he turned to leave, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.

Dr. He noticed her subtle glance, looked in the direction she was looking, and immediately understood everything.

“I have conveyed my message and received your answer. I think that person heard it clearly, so I will be leaving now.” Dr. He said, standing up again.

“He’s alright now, isn’t he?” Fu Ying asked, looking up.

"Didn't you already know? He was right next to me when you were answering my questions just now." Dr. He knew she had seen through everything, so she stopped hiding it.

"I just hope he can live his own life and stop dwelling on the past and thinking about how to get my forgiveness."

Dr. He patted her shoulder gently and comforted her, "It's good that you think this way."

After finding out the source of the bullet, Fu Ying said goodbye to Dr. He and then went to the hospital where Li Mo was hospitalized.

The ward was filled with fresh flowers, fruit, and milk, suggesting that many people had already visited him.

Fu Ying, holding a bunch of sunflowers, peeked out from behind the door and bumped right into Li Mo, who was having dinner on the bed.

"Hello, Brother Li Mo."

"Fuying? You're here? Come in, come in!" Li Mo put down his spoon and beckoned her in.

"How are you? Are you feeling any better?" Fuying untied the flowers and put them into a vase next to her.

Li Mo looked at the bland and tasteless nutritional meal in front of him with a lifeless expression, and complained pitifully, "Everything is fine, I don't have to go to work, I don't have to use my brain, but this nutritional meal makes me want to throw up!"

Fu Ying was amused by his disgusted look. "It's called a nutritious meal, so of course it's not tasty."

"Of course, Fuying, you don't know, this guy has been clamoring for hot pot and beer ever since he was admitted to the hospital yesterday, saying that he has to celebrate his escape from death!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Fu Ying turned around and saw Mo Feng leaning leisurely against the door of the ward with his arms crossed.

"Assistant Mo, you're here too?"

“Yeah, this guy insists I come and keep him company in bed. He’s in his fifties and sixties and doesn’t want a woman to keep him company, but he wants me.” Mo Feng was speechless.

"Come on! I'd rather pay a caregiver and have you come and keep me company. You're always gloating, and my wound is healing way slower!" Li Mo retorted without backing down.

The back-and-forth banter between the two made Fu Ying burst into laughter. "Assistant Mo, Brother Li Mo, you two really have a love-hate relationship!"

“Who wants to have a love-hate relationship with him!” Mo Feng rolled his eyes at Li Mo, then took out a document from the briefcase on the sofa. “Fu Ying, this is what you asked me to investigate. I’m sorry I’m only giving it to you now.”

Fu Ying suddenly remembered that when she first arrived at the Ye family, she had asked Mo Feng to help her investigate Ye Sijue's background. She thought Mo Feng had forgotten about it, but she didn't expect that he would give her the information when she and Ye Sijue had completely broken up.

"This thing seems to be of no use to me now."

"Huh?" Mo Feng was a little surprised. "Was it too late for me to give it to you?"

"No, Assistant Mo, it's just that I don't need this right now, and I don't want to know anything about this person."

"This person?" Li Mo gave Fu Ying a meaningful look. "Could it be that you asked Mo Feng to help you investigate Ye Sijue?"

Realizing she'd been seen through, Fu Ying coughed awkwardly twice, snatched the documents back, and said, "Um, I'll be going now, Brother Li Mo. I'm relieved to have Assistant Mo with you. Take good care of yourself and recover!"

Before Li Mo could ask any more questions, Fu Ying had already fled with the documents.

Watching her flee in disarray, Li Mo couldn't help but complain, "This little girl, how could she possibly hide her thoughts from me? Boss and I saw right through her a long time ago. She probably can't let go of Ye Sijue."

Mo Feng had read Ye Sijue's information and knew a bit about Fu Ying and his story. He sighed, "Ye Sijue has also had a very hard life. Perhaps Fu Ying can really be the one to change him."

Li Mo sighed, "I hope so."

Downstairs in the inpatient building, after fleeing the ward at the speed of light, Fuying sat on a bench in the garden below, panting heavily.

"Thank goodness, that was close! Li Mo almost found out." She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

But after a brief moment of relief, looking at the folder of documents next to her, she was once again caught in a dilemma.

Originally, she had already planned to sever all ties with Ye Sijue, and his past would have nothing to do with her anymore, so there seemed to be no need to look at this information anymore.

Just as she was staring at the file folder, lost in thought, an elderly woman dressed as a cleaner walked over, looked at the empty water bottle at her feet, and asked cautiously, "Young lady, do you still want some water?"

"Water?" Fu Ying looked down and saw the mineral water bottle at her feet. It must have been left there by someone else after they finished drinking. She shook her head. "Grandma, this isn't mine. You can take it if you want."

As she spoke, she bent down to pick up the bottle, and just as she was about to hand it to the old woman, she hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the file bag beside her. "Grandma, does the place where you sell bottles accept paper?"

"Paper? We buy paper too," the old woman said with a smile. "It's just a little cheaper, not as expensive."

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