Whenever they met, there were always conflicts between the two of them.
Although Feng Pingting was the one who was causing trouble every time, Feng Lingyu thought that she couldn't be nice to Ling Qingyue's daughter.
Xiao Tao spoke on the other end of the phone, interrupting her thoughts: "No, I was just about to tell you about this. The man hasn't appeared in the past few days. I even walked around the village and found nothing unusual. The man should have left. Xiao Yu, you must be more careful in Shanghai!"
"Okay, I understand."
Next, Feng Lingyu told Gao Xiaotao to visit Grandpa Shen in the cowshed more often, and to pay more attention to Huaiqing's studies. If there are any other changes with the machine, she should remember to inform her in time.
Gao Xiaotao naturally agreed to all of them.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Lingyu walked out of the post office with a serious face.
Before we could find out any news about her, this person left. It seems that he had already found out that she was no longer in Qingshan Village.
The several key figures that Ling Qingyue kept around have all been arrested and sentenced during this period. It is very likely that this person has returned to Shanghai to report to Ling Qingyue.
It seems... it won’t be long before Ling Qingyue takes action.
She couldn't possibly stay in the Feng family's small villa and wait for death.
I'm not afraid of her taking action, I'm afraid of her not taking action.
After all, taking action will make it easier to find evidence of her crime.
Thinking of this, Feng Lingyu calmed himself down.
Since he was detained on Monday, there has been no news since then, and I don’t know how the police interrogation is going.
Monday's case was different from the case that happened last Friday. Monday was suspected of smuggling and transferring state assets, and colluding with foreign forces. It was a major criminal case, so the Public Security Bureau kept all the news about him secret, and not a single word leaked out.
Friday was set up as an example, and the entire case was publicized with great fanfare by major official media in order to serve as a warning to others and let the people see the serious consequences of private transactions.
Therefore, ever since he was arrested on Monday, Feng Lingyu had lost control of his specific situation.
Fortunately, she didn’t know, and Ling Qingyue didn’t know either.
Ling Qingyue is always more anxious than her.
After all, Zhou Yi is her confidant and must know a lot.
Even if Zhou Yi is loyal to Ling Qingyue and won't reveal anything that shouldn't be revealed, but what if?
There are many different methods of torture. What if Zhou Yi can't bear it and compromises?
Ling Qingyue would never be completely at ease with Zhou Yi.
If Feng Lingyu was Ling Qingyue, after he had someone in his hands, he would definitely try to find out about Zhou Yi's situation first. It would be even better if he could get in touch with Zhou Yi.
The charge of smuggling cultural relics on Monday was basically set in stone, with no room for maneuver. It all depended on whether Ling Qingyue wanted to save his life or shut him up forever.
Feng Lingyu was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice that his feet were moving slower and slower. He was almost walking forward by instinct alone. No, it should be said that he was pacing.
She was wearing an apricot-colored shirt made of silk and linen today. The shirt was breathable, and she paired it with a long skirt of the same color.
The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up on her arms a few times, just fixed a few inches above her wrists, revealing a ladies' watch on her right hand. She looked refreshing and capable.
Coupled with her elegant figure and smooth body, she has unknowingly become a beautiful landscape in the eyes of many people.
A gust of wind blew, and Feng Lingyu's skirt was lifted up into a beautiful arc. Her shirt was also blown closer to her body, making her look more slender and graceful.
For a moment, countless passers-by couldn't help but look at her.
"Why do I feel that the shirts that are very popular in Shanghai recently are not as good-looking as the one this lady is wearing?" a girl whispered.
"How about I make one exactly the same one to wear? What do you think, brother?" she asked the young man who was walking with her.
The man looked away in panic, his ears turned red, and he coughed lightly before saying uncomfortably, "Come on, is that a good-looking shirt? Don't you think about what I look like? What would not look good in me?"
"Brother!" The lesbian was so angry that she jumped up and down, "Just wait, I'm going to go back and tell mom that you said I was ugly!"
Similar conversations happened to many people, but Feng Lingyu turned a deaf ear to it all. She was still immersed in her own thoughts.
Until a deep male voice called her:
"Ms. Ling!"
"Is it you?" Feng Lingyu turned around and was surprised to find that the person calling her was Chen Zenian.
He was sitting in a Soviet-made Volga sedan, his emerald green eyes flickering with tiny rays of light as he looked at her deeply and seriously.
From Feng Lingyu's perspective, this car was actually quite backward, but in that era, cars made in the Soviet Union were still a rarity.
Only large units with money and quotas can afford it.
She has been in this era for more than two years, and this is the first time she has seen this famous antique car at such a close distance.
Chen Zenian was sitting in the back seat with the car window fully rolled down.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there."
"No need for that..." Feng Lingyu refused subconsciously.
"Come up first and don't block the road. Also, don't you feel that everyone is looking at you?"
Chen Zenian's car was parked on the side of the road, and it was indeed blocking the road.
Feng Lingyu complained in her heart, it was clearly your car that blocked the road, what does it have to do with her?
She naturally had no idea how attractive she was just now.
Feng Lingyu finally got in the car.
The person driving was Chen San, who had been following Chen Zenian. After greeting Feng Lingyu, he sat upright and looked ahead without saying a word.
In fact, a car is a very private place. As soon as Feng Lingyu got in the car, he smelled a strong scent of perfume, lingering in every place in the car. How to describe it? It was a very aggressive smell, a bit like opium, which made people feel dangerous but also deeply attracted to it.
The owner of this perfume is naturally Chen Zenian who is sitting on the other side.
Feng Lingyu couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. To be honest, the perfume he used didn't match his appearance.
With his elegant manners, handsome facial features, and restrained aura in his every move, he looks like a gentleman with a very British style.
Such people should not like to use such an aggressive perfume.
Of course, Feng Lingyu had long noticed the ruthlessness hidden beneath Chen Zenian's gentlemanly appearance, and was not so surprised that he liked perfume with this scent.
"Do I look good?"
Seeing Feng Lingyu staring at him after getting in the car, Chen Zenian couldn't help but ask.
Feng Lingyu came back to her senses and met Chen Zenian's teasing gaze.
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