When I kissed her last night, the temperature of my palms was still hot, but now the vigilance in her eyes made them feel cold and painful.

"Come with me."

Fu Hanzhou stood in front of her, his voice colder than before, with a condescending and oppressive feeling.

"Where are you going?"

Qin Ying looked at the bowl in front of her with a cold expression and began to clean up slowly. Just as she stretched out her hand, she was pulled by Fu Hanzhou.

"I'll take you to the police station to report the case. Qin Qinghua must..."

"None of your business!"

Qin Ying pulled her hand back with all her strength and turned her face away awkwardly.

Seeing her resistance, Fu Hanzhou used both hands to pull him up from the chair:

"Stop it, this is a serious matter!"

Fu Hanzhou hugged her regardless, and said patiently with a tone of indulgence and doting:

"He's your brother, to do something like this..."

He stopped talking here, but Qin Ying already understood the seriousness of the situation.

Without waiting for her to react, Fu Hanzhou grabbed her wrist and walked out the door.

"Let go first."

Qin Ying tried to pry his hands apart, resisting his dragging, but due to the disparity in strength, she was still dragged to the door by him.

Fu Hanzhou stopped, still holding her wrist tightly, and pressed her lower back against the locker at the door.

He looked at her, as if the pause button had been suddenly pressed.

He remembered that when he tore open her dress last night, he saw the bloody marks on her back where her brother had scratched her, and his heart ached so much that it almost broke.

But at this moment, the look in her eyes when she looked at him was only cold and wary, as if she was looking at a powder keg that could explode at any time.

"Qin Ying."

His tone softened, and he tried to reach her falling hair:

"Qin Ying, don't look at me like that. I just want to protect you."

"Protect me?"

She suddenly sneered, her eyelashes casting trembling shadows on her eyelids:

"To protect me means to tear my clothes apart and question whether I am the 'real Qin Ying'?"

She stared at the bloodshot eyes and her voice suddenly choked:

"Do you want to take me to report the crime, or do you want to continue interrogating me? I think you would rather know the answer to last night than to report the crime, right?"

The sound of children chasing each other and laughing came from outside the door.

Fu Hanzhou's jawline was extremely tense, and the scene of Wei Zhuolan pushing her against the wall backstage last night came back to her mind.

The palpitations he felt when he tore her clothes out of control and his fingertips touched those scratches were nothing compared to the alienation and hatred in her eyes at that moment, which were sharper than any wound.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the wall. His breathing became rapid, and his nose almost touched hers.

"Then why don't you tell the truth?"

His voice was hoarse, and his breath fell on her trembling lips:

"Trust me...I can protect you."

His voice was full of temptation as he continued:

"Tell me the truth, Wei Zhuolan has bad intentions. You won't gain any advantage by colluding with him. He's just temporarily interested in your people. Because he can't get them, he's doing these shameful things."

"Collusion? Collusion?"

Qin Ying's pupils suddenly shrank, and she struggled desperately, digging her nails into the back of Fu Hanzhou's hand.

The sunlight from outside the door filtered through the window frame, casting varying shadows on his angular face.

"Yes, the trick!"

The hand he held around her waist tightened more and more, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood:

"He said he wanted to take you abroad and give you a bigger stage. He was delighted to hear that you could play the violin and had no doubts about it..."

Fu Hanzhou's eyes were deep, as if he could see into her heart:

"Or does he know you better than my husband? He knows you can play the violin, but your husband doesn't! Qin Ying, are you planning to hide it from me and go with him?"

She looked up suddenly and met the jealousy surging in his eyes.

Wei Zhuolan didn't know that she could play the violin, but he didn't doubt it because he knew too little about her and didn't know everything about her past.

Qin Ying's eyes flashed with deep thought. If Wei Zhuolan calmed down, would he sooner or later become suspicious of her?

"Am I right?"

Fu Hanzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"You two are so in tune with each other!"

Qin Ying swallowed, feeling helpless and disappointed. Fu Hanzhou had been suspicious from the beginning to the end. When he tore up his performance clothes last night, she thought his actions hurt her, but she didn't know that what really hurt her was the doubt in his eyes.

Whether it was suspicion about her relationship with Wei Zhuolan, or suspicion about the violin.

"So you think I betrayed you?"

Qin Ying suddenly laughed, and there was a cry in her laughter.

"If I really betrayed you, why would I stay here waiting for you?"

I don’t know who was boiling Chinese medicine, but the bitter smell came in, making my eyes sore.

She raised her hand and pushed his chest hard:

"Fu Hanzhou, I am Qin Ying, the daughter of the martyr Qin Gang! Believe it or not! You always say that I don't trust you, but have you ever trusted me?"

Suddenly breaking free from his shackles, her back slammed against the wall, tears finally rolling down her cheeks:

"Let's go to the Public Security Bureau. From today on, between us..."

“That’s enough!”

Fu Hanzhou felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.

right!

How could he forget that she was the orphan of a martyr? No matter how she came to be, this identity was unquestionable.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, his chin pressed firmly against the top of her head:

"Military marriages cannot be divorced unless the spouse is widowed!"

"Then..."

Qin Ying suddenly exploded and shouted loudly, but she managed to hold back those two words, digging her nails deep into his arm.