Chapter 110 The Last Clue

There was a long queue at the entrance; they had secured window seats in advance thanks to acquaintances.

The dishes were all served, and the charcoal fire sizzled.

Oil dripped onto the charcoal, sending up wisps of white smoke and releasing a fragrant aroma.

We sat facing each other, the steam blurring the glass window and our faces.

Jiang Mengxi couldn't help but ask, "Zhiwei, do you usually work overtime this late?"

It's past nine o'clock, and there's almost no one left outside.

One by one, the lights in the mall went out, and the shop assistants yawned as they began to pack up.

"More or less."

Song Zhiwei shrugged, her tone quite indifferent.

“In our line of work, there are many cases, and working overtime is the norm. Last month, I didn’t go home for seven days in a row and slept on a cot in the law firm.”

In the legal profession, the more you do, the more you earn.

Without cases, even eating is a struggle.

If customers don't contact you, you'll be left with nothing.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengxi whispered, "Then I'll make you some soup tonight when I have time, to warm your stomach. I recently learned how to make chicken soup, and I added goji berries and some red dates. It tastes great."

Song Zhiwei immediately waved her hand, looking wary.

"No, no, no! Last time you burned the rice cooker while cooking porridge, and the whole neighborhood smelled of burning food. The property management even came knocking on my door to ask if there was a fire. I can't let you into the kitchen, I can't afford to pay for it. My pot is still three years behind on the installment."

"whispering sound!"

Jiang Mengxi stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes in an exaggerated yet adorable way, and then grabbed a meat skewer and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it loudly.

"You were just unlucky, not that my skills are bad."

As the two were talking, a sarcastic remark suddenly came from their ear.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Song? What, you're out for barbecue with this kind of person?"

Song Zhiwei looked up and saw Jiang Yuexin walking gracefully towards her in ten-centimeter stilettos.

These two just got into a big scandal.

Jiang Yuexin was exposed for embezzling clients' money, and Zhou Yunhan's support for her caused a stir on social media, sparking a public outcry that lasted for half a month.

Surprisingly, they ended up together today, shoulder to shoulder, smiling broadly.

That really broadened my horizons.

Jiang Mengxi's temper flared up the moment she saw them.

"Oh, the duo's here? Wearing matching outfits on the red carpet? Do you really think you're the main plot of this show, and the whole world has to revolve around you?"

"Say it again?"

Jiang Yuexin's face instantly darkened, and her brows furrowed.

Jiang Mengxi crossed her arms over her chest, her posture haughty, and her chin slightly raised.

"Can't understand human language? Oh right, I forgot, your brain is probably like a pig's, with limited comprehension. Should I repeat it again in grunts? Let's see if you can understand it then?"

Jiang Yuexin was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She was about to rush forward and attack when Zhou Yunhan grabbed her wrist.

Zhou Yunhan lowered her voice.

"Are you crazy? Open your eyes and look around! This house is full of security cameras, inside and out. If we make a move now, wouldn't that just give them something to use against us? We'll be seen as the culprits who started this trouble!"

Ever since Zhou Huaiqing locked him in the study and gave him a severe scolding, he almost lost his qualification as the family heir.

Zhou Yunhan then became fully awake.

She knew that the current situation could no longer be resolved by brute force.

The slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.

"So I'm just going to put up with this?"

Jiang Yuexin gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words.

Zhou Yunhan's eyes darkened, a hint of gloom flashing in them.

But she knew even better that if she confronted them head-on now, they would only give the other side an opportunity.

"What? Staying silent, are you plotting something again?"

Jiang Mengxi glanced at them coldly, her tone nonchalant.

Zhou Yunhan ignored her, turned around, and walked straight to Song Zhiwei.

Her expression changed instantly, the gloom from before vanishing without a trace.

Instead, she wore a gentle and kind smile.

"Zhiwei," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly, "I was wrong about what happened last time. I was impulsive, I was selfish, and I didn't think about you. My dad has already scolded me severely, and I've reflected on it for a long time... Can you... forgive me just this once? Just this once, please?"

Song Zhiwei stared at her quietly.

Her face showed no anger, no mockery, only indifference.

She had seen this trick before.

Unfortunately, she is no longer the soft-hearted girl who could be easily fooled by a few sweet words.

"Because of you, Mom can't even eat or sleep."

Zhou Yunhan continued speaking, her tone growing increasingly sorrowful, her eyes slightly reddening.

"She is, after all, your biological mother, your only family in this world... Can you really bear to watch her suffer like this for you?"

Song Zhiwei finally spoke.

"She and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Qin Yunshu is now Mrs. Zhou, enjoying immense prestige, wealth, and power.

It's not her place to worry about this.

She's no longer that little girl who had to depend on others.

Jiang Yuexin, who was standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer and finally spoke up: "Song Zhiwei, Aunt Qin raised you from infancy, fed you and clothed you! How can you be so heartless? You just leave without even an explanation. Don't you have any conscience?"

Song Zhiwei glanced at her indifferently.

Her lips twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile that carried an icy chill.

That's ridiculous.

She was the one who started the trouble, spread rumors, and framed her unjustly.

Now he's the one who's accused of being "ungrateful"?

"If I stabbed you with a knife, then knelt down and begged for your forgiveness, do you think you would forgive me?"

Jiang Yuexin choked up immediately, as if something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Of course she wouldn't forgive him.

She would want to send Song Zhiwei to the police station immediately.

The pain of betrayal was still deeply etched in her heart.

Seeing that the other party was speechless, Song Zhiwei was too lazy to waste any more words.

She glanced coldly at the man, her eyebrows slightly raised, her expression undisguised sarcasm.

He then turned around, grabbed Jiang Mengxi's wrist, and walked towards the door.

"Zhiwei! Zhiwei! Aren't you really going home to visit this weekend?"

Zhou Yunhan was still calling from behind, her voice filled with anxiety.

Song Zhiwei didn't stop walking.

At this moment, her world is only focused on moving forward.

Once in the car, Jiang Mengxi lowered her voice, leaned back in the passenger seat, and frowned slightly.

“Yunhan is calling you back this week, she definitely has ulterior motives. She’s been all smiles on the surface all these years, but she’s been causing you trouble behind your back quite a bit.”

Song Zhiwei fastened her seatbelt, her fingers pausing on the buckle.

Then I slowly pressed the accelerator, and the engine emitted a deep roar.

She gazed at the street ahead, which was gradually darkening.

Whether I go home or not is no longer important. I have no intention of going back anyway. That home no longer belongs to me.

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On the other side.

Zhou Yuze has been investigating what happened after Song Zhiwei was taken away by Sheng Tingzhou.

He went through all the surveillance footage, interviewed people who might know about the incident that night, and even used his personal connections to obtain some previously unpublished police information.

He didn't want to overlook any detail.

The final clue pointed to Chen Yun.

Without saying much, he drove directly to a top-tier hospital in Yancheng.

Walk through the long corridor to her office door.

The sign on the door reads "Dr. Chen Yun, Department of Neurology".

"Hello, where do you feel unwell?"