Qiao Wanwan composed herself and gently shook her head. "I'm not sure."

“Whatever you remember, you have to tell me. I know you wouldn’t kill anyone, so I called the police immediately. But the killer was very cautious. The murder weapon only had your fingerprints on it, and there were no traces of drugs in your system. All of this is very disadvantageous to you.”

Qiao Wanwan grabbed her hair. "My head hurts so much right now, I can't think straight at all."

"Then let's not think about it for now." Zhan Jingting hugged her tenderly. "Wanwan, don't be afraid, I'm here, nothing will happen."

"Um......"

Zhan Jingting helped her lie down, and Qiao Wanwan closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

There was a knock on the ward door. Zhan Jingting didn't want to disturb Qiao Wanwan's sleep, so he went to open the door himself. He saw Wen Lijing standing outside, his face looking rather unpleasant.

"Wanwan is asleep, let's talk outside." The two went to the next-door lounge, and Zhan Jingting finally asked, "How did it go?"

“The police are still investigating, but so far it seems that there was no one else in the villa at the time. The chef prepared lunch and left because the things they were going to talk about were probably private, so there were no servants around.” Wen Lijing looked sad. “My aunt gave a statement. When the incident happened, my dad sent her out, so she took Eleven outside to play and waited for us to arrive before going in together.”

Zhan Jingting tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest. "So at that time, there were only four of them in the villa..."

"Jingting, what do you mean?" Wen Lijing suddenly realized something. "You don't actually think that my aunt was the one who killed him, do you? I believe Miss Qiao had no reason to kill my father, but it definitely couldn't have been my aunt either, she had no reason to do so!"

"Besides, she was with Eleven the whole time. Even though the child is young, he doesn't lie. You can ask Eleven if you don't believe me."

"He was emotionally unstable during the National Day holiday, kept crying, and couldn't communicate normally."

"So you still suspect my aunt?" Wen Lijing closed his eyes. "What reason would my aunt have to kill my father and frame Miss Qiao? Jingting, I know you love her, but you can't just falsely accuse someone to clear her name. Just like now, all the evidence points to Qiao Wanwan, but aren't I also rationally analyzing the situation and believing that she didn't kill anyone?"

Zhan Jingting looked at him, "Wanwan won't kill anyone."

“I know, but it was my father who died. Can you please understand my feelings and stop trying to smear my family?” Wen Lijing said seriously. “My aunt has been speaking well of Miss Qiao, saying that the conversation at the dinner table was harmonious and there was no conflict, and that Miss Qiao would not kill anyone.”

Zhan Jingting said, "I won't speculate further before I have evidence."

Wen Lijing sat wearily on the sofa. "According to procedure, the police are going to question Eleven. Try to figure out a way to calm him down."

"Once Wanwan wakes up, she will go and comfort Shiyi."

"good."

......

The next day.

After Qiao Wanwan woke up, her complexion was much better.

Zheng's mother cooked porridge and fed it to her.

"Why won't these people let you go? They actually plotted to frame you like this. Once the young master finds out the truth, he'll make them pay!"

Qiao Wanwan ate her porridge, lost in thought.

"Madam, don't worry, the young master will ensure that nothing happens to you."

Qiao Wanwan composed herself and said, "That's not what I'm worried about."

"Why do you look so preoccupied?"

"fine."

"Sister Wanwan!" Eleven's voice came from the doorway, and Jiang Dong carried him in.

"Eleven!" Qiao Wanwan hurriedly reached out and took him, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"Eleven, why is your face so pale?"

"Madam, the young master was frightened and hasn't had a good rest," Jiang Dong reported.

Qiao Wanwan suddenly remembered something, "Did he see something?"

"Yes, the young master went in with Master Zhan, so the scene is more direct."

"Sister Wanwan, Grandpa is dead." Eleven trembled. "There was so much blood on him..."

Qiao Wanwan hugged him tightly, her heart aching for him. "Eleven, don't be afraid..."

“Madam, the police are outside and want to question the young master, but he is emotionally unstable and may need your presence to calm him down.”

"Can."

Two police officers quickly entered, and Qiao Wanwan comforted Eleven, "Eleven, don't be afraid. Tell the police officers what happened yesterday, okay?"

I won't speak during the National Day holiday.

Qiao Wanwan kissed his forehead. "Eleven, we need to help the police find the bad guys. Think carefully about what happened yesterday."

“Okay.” Eleven nestled in Qiao Wanwan’s arms and recalled earnestly, “Grandpa and Auntie were going to take me to have dinner with Sister Wanwan. I was very happy. I was even happier after seeing Sister Wanwan. After I finished eating, Auntie took me out to play. I wanted to go back to find Sister Wanwan, but Auntie said that Grandpa and Sister Wanwan were talking about something important and we couldn’t go in. Later, Daddy and Uncle came, and I saw that Grandpa had died.”

“You did a great job on November 11th.” Qiao Wanwan looked at the police officer. “Children don’t lie.”

"Miss Qiao, we still need to take a statement from you."

"no problem."

Qiao Wanwan asked Jiang Dong to take Eleven away first, and then cooperated with the police to make a statement. "...This is what happened. I know that no trace of sedatives was found on me, but I was indeed drugged and knocked unconscious. I did not kill anyone."

"Don't worry, Miss Qiao. The case is still under investigation. You haven't done anything wrong, and we will clear your name. But you are a criminal suspect now, and we will need your cooperation in the investigation. You cannot leave the capital for the time being."

"I will definitely cooperate."

"Then you should rest first."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The police had just left when there was a knock on the ward door.

Qiao Wanwan snapped out of her reverie and said, "Please come in."

Wen Lijing entered.

Qiao Wanwan paused for a moment before saying, "Mr. Wen, please accept my condolences."

Wen Lijing walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down. "Miss Qiao, how are you feeling?"

"I'm much better now." Qiao Wanwan was quite shocked. "You...aren't you angry with me?"

“What’s it to blame you for?” Wen Lijing said. “You’re a victim too.”

"You believe me?"

“We haven’t known each other for long and haven’t had much contact, but I believe you wouldn’t kill someone.” Wen Lijing looked tired. “Behind this matter is an invisible hand. The fact that they dared to kill my father and frame you means they are not ordinary people. Jing Ting and I have no clue about it yet.”

“Mr. Wen, although I am also a victim, this incident has been a far greater blow to the Wen family than to me.” Qiao Wanwan sighed. “When I first met your father, I thought he was a very reasonable elder. I just never expected that the first time I met him would also be the last.”

Wen Lijing covered his face with his hands, finally unable to suppress his grief, and began to sob softly.

Qiao Wanwan handed him a tissue, "Mr. Wen, please accept my condolences."

"Thank you." Wen Lijing stopped crying. "I'm sorry, I lost control."

I understand how you feel.

As they were talking, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open!