Chapter 226
"Ms. Zhong Qiao, this is all the information we have about Uncle Lin, including his recent visits to Hong Kong and Suzhou."
Song Hansheng handed over the information respectfully, his tone a little hesitant.
"However, the other party deliberately concealed himself. There was a section of his journey from Hong Kong to Shanghai and then to Suzhou that was not recorded. No one knows what happened in between."
Zhong Qiao nodded: "It's okay."
She had long guessed that they would tamper with the files, so it was expected that the files would be erased. Therefore, it was possible that the information on the table was deliberately forged by the other party in order to confuse them.
Zhong Qiao could only make speculations based on these half-true and half-false data.
Song Hansheng said, "Ms. Zhong Qiao, would you like me to hire a few private detectives to help you speculate?"
Zhong Qiao shook his head: "The fewer people who know about this, the better. If they knew, it would probably alert the enemy."
She looked up: "Xiao Song, you have helped me a lot these days. You should take a rest first. I can handle these things by myself."
"It's my duty." Song Hansheng said calmly, "Mr. Ji told me that you can come to me if you need anything. This is just part of my job."
After saying that, he turned around and went out, not forgetting to close the door. As a result, when he turned around, he ran into Song Shuling.
She was also holding a wooden box in her hand, which was used to store cakes.
"It's so late, why haven't you gone home yet?" She looked very surprised. "Sister Zhong Qiao doesn't seem like the kind of person who would exploit others."
Song Hansheng said: "No, it was Miss Zhong who asked me something, and I was delayed because of work, so I didn't report it until now."
Song Shuling said, "Would you like some cakes? I made these myself. You must have never tasted them."
Song Hansheng felt depressed and was also worried about Uncle Lin's affairs.
In his entire life, he had never seen a person whose information was so difficult to find. Even though he had mobilized all his connections, he still couldn't find out what happened to the other person during his journey from Shanghai to Suzhou.
"No." Song Hansheng's voice was light and a little distant. "Miss Song, it's very late now. I suggest you don't disturb Miss Zhong Qiao."
The implication was to drive her away. Song Hansheng thought he had made it clear enough and any normal woman would understand it. However, he underestimated Song Shuling.
Song Shuling was rebellious: "What? Is she busy? Then I have to go in and cause some trouble."
When they passed by, Song Hansheng was stunned for a few seconds: "Wait."
He no longer cared about the differences between men and women and grabbed Song Shuling's arm.
"You--" Song Shuling's face turned red all of a sudden.
This was too close, the other person's breath was already hitting her head.
"Sorry." Song Hansheng realized that his behavior was inappropriate and immediately let go. "I was too anxious and reckless. I'm sorry."
"What did you just say?" Song Shuling was referring to what happened before she said these words.
"I mean..." Song Hansheng hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth, "I mean it's too late now. It's not safe for Miss Song to go back. Can I take Miss Song back? Also, I didn't have dinner. Can you give me this snack?"
He didn't care about the loopholes in his words. In short, as long as Miss Song didn't disturb Miss Zhong Qiao, it would be fine.
"So this is what you wanted to say." Song Shuling's face was already flushed.
"Although you are very handsome, but—"
The subject suddenly changed.
"I'm not someone who values love over friendship. These pastries are for Zhong Qiao as a midnight snack. You can't eat them. If you want to eat them, I can make them for you later."
As if to express her unwavering determination, Song Shuling walked inside.
"Miss Song." Song Hansheng was a little anxious, "Miss Song."
He grabbed Song Shuling's arm again, only to receive an even more suspicious look from Song Shuling.
"Hey, tell me the truth, what on earth are you two planning? Do you think I'm a fool? I have to go in and take a look today."
"Miss Song, it's not like that." Song Hansheng simply pulled her along, acting like a rogue, "I'm so hungry I'm a little dizzy."
"This is hypoglycemia."
He pretended to be dizzy.
"Miss Song, could you please help me to a quieter place?"
"I really need you now, and I really need these cakes of yours."
"Hey?" Seeing that he seemed to be really "in pain", Song Shuling also became anxious.
"I'm just kidding you."
"You're not really hypoglycemic, are you?"
Song Shuling supported him: "Hey? Did the passenger suffocate to death in my arms?"
At an angle where she couldn't see, Song Hansheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
How come Miss Song is becoming more and more different from when he first met her? Is his memory playing tricks on him? He clearly remembers that at the beginning, Miss Song was well-educated and polite, speaking softly.
"I'll help you go to the yard to rest." Song Shuling helped him walk to the yard, "Have some osmanthus cakes. These are made by me. I guarantee they are better than those bought outside."
"After you finish eating, your diabetes will be cured."
Song Hansheng: "..."
Is there a possibility called hypoglycemia?
Never mind, it doesn’t matter.
"Come." Song Shuling took out the osmanthus cake she made herself, placed it in front of him, and gestured in the air.
"Take big bites!"
Song Hansheng: "..."
He felt a little regretful now, actually he was not very hungry.
"Why are you being so polite?!" Song Shuling thought he was shy and stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth. "Come, have a taste."
When the sweet osmanthus cake was stuffed into his mouth, Song Hansheng frowned subconsciously, but the next second, he was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Song Shuling sat down next to him. "No one has ever said that the osmanthus cake I make is not delicious. Don't you like it?"
"No." Song Hansheng lowered his eyes and took another piece of osmanthus cake to examine it carefully. "I have loved sweets since I was a child, which caused my teeth to rot. Since then, my family has been stricter and rarely lets me eat sweets."
"I haven't eaten them for so long that I've forgotten how they taste. Now that I'm eating them again, they feel pretty good."
He swallowed.
"It's a pity that the more you like something, the less you can have more of it."
"So that's how it is." Song Shuling paused and said, "Cakes can also have less sugar. If you really like it, I'll bring you less sweet ones next time. They'll be just as delicious and won't rot your teeth."
"If you like to eat something, there is no need to avoid it. You can let it adapt to your body."
Song Hansheng said: "This is the first time I've heard such a statement."
He smiled.
"That's an interesting statement. Thank you, Miss Song."
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