Chapter 372 Watching a Horror Movie Together

The old lady thought for a moment, her expression somewhat dazed: "Your grandfather and I have never revealed this idea to outsiders. Ge'er, is there a problem with your question?"

Kong Wange shook her head to cover up her misunderstanding, saying, "No, I was just asking casually, Grandma, please don't overthink it."

After remaining silent for a long time, Wen Zhihan suddenly murmured, "In deep mansions and scheming courtyards, what secrets can be kept hidden?"

Kong Wange lowered her eyes, carefully sorting through the information she had learned today.

If what Grandma said is true, then the biggest beneficiary after Mom's death was Wen Zhengning.

He had ample motive to kill, and he was very likely the murderer who poisoned her mother!

However, the Wen family is deeply entrenched, and all of this is just her speculation. Without solid evidence, even if she confronts Wen Zhengning, he will not admit it.

The only option now is to continue feigning compliance with the Wen family while secretly gathering evidence.

With surging emotions churning in her chest, Kong Wange clenched her fists at her sides and took several rapid breaths before suppressing her excitement, her expression remaining impassive.

The old lady was getting on in years and recalled a past event, which saddened her somewhat. Seeing this, Kong Wange helped her up: "Grandma, it's getting late. Let me help you to rest."

Wen Zhihan also spoke up, "Yes, Mother, you must be tired from your journey. Don't worry about me. Let Ge'er help you back to rest."

The old lady nodded in agreement.

So Kong Wange said goodbye to her uncle and aunt and left with the old lady.

...

Wen's Study Room.

Wen Zhengning held his phone, looking at the message from Wen Zirou in the WeChat group, and fell into deep thought.

Qianliu bowed and stood beside him: "Master, is there something important that you summoned me here so late at night?"

Wen Zhengning narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Qianliu, you need to go to Jiangcheng in the next few days and find out everything about Kong Wange in Jiangcheng, down to the smallest detail, and report back to me."

Qianliu didn't ask why, but simply bowed and replied, "Okay, I'll set off tomorrow."

He left.

Wen Zhengning's eyes darkened.

Kong Wange...

He wanted to see what kind of unspeakable secrets this girl was hiding behind all these twists and turns.

...

"Secret? What secret?"

In the villa's living room, An Jing stared wide-eyed at Leng Yanluo with a look of curiosity.

Leng Yanluo mysteriously took out several videotapes from his bag: "I bought these at the mall today when you weren't looking. Do you want to watch them together? I remember we have a projector at home."

Anjing scoffed, looking disappointed. "I thought it was some kind of secret, but it's just about watching a movie. Teacher Luo, you should have said you wanted to watch a movie earlier. We could have just gone to the cinema. There was no need for all this trouble."

Leng Yanluo sighed helplessly: "There are too many people in the movie theater."

Anjing didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Leng Yanluo shook his head: "Forget it, do you want to watch it together or not? We're meeting the parents tomorrow, and I'm just trying to increase our intimacy so we don't give ourselves away."

Anjing nodded quietly: "Okay, okay, let's take a look!"

She took the videotape from Leng Yanluo, flipped through it, and asked in confusion, "Why are they all horror movies? Aren't there any other genres?"

Leng Yanluo remained calm and composed, saying, "I just grabbed it casually. What, are you scared?"

"You think I'm scared?" An Jing said defiantly, deliberately choosing a videotape with a particularly terrifying cover: "The Ring, let's watch this one."

Leng Yanluo hummed in agreement: "I'll go back to my room and change my clothes first, then I'll come down in a bit."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll just tinker with the machine for a bit; it's been a while since I used it."

In the home theater.

After fiddling around quietly for a while, I finally got the machine installed.

She had just finished playing the movie when Leng Yanluo, having changed his clothes, came over.

Shedding his casual daytime attire, he donned a simple cotton loungewear set: a light gray striped top and matching solid-colored trousers, looking fresh and clean.

In less than ten minutes, he even took a shower, his hair still slightly damp. Quietly, I sat down next to him and could smell the shower gel on him—a fresh, post-rain forest scent that smelled strangely pleasant.

She couldn't resist taking a couple more sniffs when he came in, completely unaware of the darkening look in his eyes that moment.

The home theater wasn't big; there was just a two-meter-long sofa in the middle, and a large screen at the very front.

The two sat down, and Anjing picked up the remote and chatted with Leng Yanluo: "This movie is quite famous, Teacher Luo, haven't you seen it before?"

Leng Yanluo paused for a moment, then said, "I'm a coward, I don't dare to watch horror movies."

"Huh? Then why did you buy horror movies and ask me to watch them?" An Jing asked, puzzled.

Leng Yanluo naturally replied, "If one of us isn't afraid, then it'll be fine. So you'll have to protect me later."

An Jing's sense of responsibility surged instantly. She patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Luo, with me here, you can enjoy the show to your heart's content today."

Leng Yanluo hummed in agreement, looked at her, and said with a sense of entitlement, "An'an, so could you move over a little?"

There was now a half-person distance between An Jing and him. Hearing him say that, it was completely understandable. What Teacher Luo needed right now was someone by his side to give him courage.

So she nodded and moved closer: "Is this distance okay?"

"Come closer, I feel safer when we're close."

They were almost touching if they got any closer. Anjing hesitated for two seconds, but still moved a little closer.

There was no way she could refuse the look of dependence and trust in Teacher Luo's eyes behind the mask.

Once the two were completely joined, An Jing coughed lightly and asked, "Is it okay now?"

"OK."

As they got closer, the scent of shower gel on the man beside them became even stronger.

Because the man was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, she could almost feel the heat emanating from him.

To be honest, although Mr. Luo's face isn't exactly attractive, his physique is truly amazing.

Being so close, she could clearly feel the smooth lines of his arms; they weren't overly bulging, but were noticeably firm and powerful.

For no apparent reason, she thought of the night she drank too much...

It was these arms that held her and carried her into the bedroom.

They seemed to be very close, close enough to feel each other's breath.

My calm heart suddenly became a little unsteady. The temperature in the home theater seemed a bit high, and even the normally refreshing shower gel seemed to have some dizzying ingredients.

She took a deep breath, awkwardly picked up the air conditioner remote, and lowered the temperature by two degrees.

Leng Yanluo seemed oblivious to everything, his expression as calm as ever: "It's hot?"

Anjing paused in her fanning her cheeks, then said "Oh," and added, "There are no windows in this room, it's a bit stuffy."

She tried to change the subject, as if trying to cover up her lie: "Um... I'll start now."

"good."