Chapter 365 He Became Suspicious and Looked at the Photos Again (Part 2)
It's late at night and the moon is bright.
The only sound in the quiet bedroom was the rustling of pages.
Ling Qingzhou looked at the documents and Zhou Qin looked at him.
"husband."
"Hmm?" The man's eyes did not leave the paper, and he seemed nonchalant.
"It's getting late, get some rest."
Ling Qingzhou glanced at the time and it was indeed late.
He closed the file, turned off the light, and lay down.
Zhou Qin leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, with a sense of intimacy and also a hint.
Ling Qingzhou patted her back and said, "Go to sleep."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
Zhou Qin was stunned, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "Good night, husband."
Ling Qingzhou's breathing was steady.
Zhou Qin lay back in her original position, closing her eyes and suppressing the bitterness in her heart.
Just as I was feeling a little sleepy in the silence, my cell phone suddenly rang.
Ling Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his phone, looked at the screen, then got out of bed and went to the study.
Zhou Qin also stood up, but was stopped by him with a wave of his hand.
study.
"What's the matter?" Ling Qingzhou answered the phone.
"Boss Ling, something's wrong with Yi Corporation recently."
"Has the bid for the south city been approved?"
"No... the company is fine, everything is normal. It's Yi Hansheng."
Ling Qingzhou frowned: "What's wrong with him?"
"He must be investigating someone recently. Although he's very careful, our circle is so small that we'll know everything at the slightest hint."
Check someone?
Ling Qingzhou raised his eyebrows. Yi Hansheng was talking business and didn't want to use these little tricks.
Therefore, he mostly investigates people for personal reasons.
"Who is he checking?"
"A student."
"Heh..." Ling Qingzhou laughed briefly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "I thought he could really hold on, but I didn't expect him to find a young woman."
The other end only said "students" and did not specify whether it was "college students" or "middle school students", so Ling Qingzhou naturally assumed it was the former.
Yi Hansheng's wife has been dead for so long, and he is still in his prime, so it is normal for him to have some unfaithful thoughts.
but……
Just spend some money to support your lover. Why use your connections to investigate her?
Ling Qingzhou felt something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it. He just said, "Keep an eye on him."
It is better to be safe than sorry, so he still has this caution.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ling."
After the call ended, Ling Qingzhou couldn't sleep for a moment. He walked around to his desk, clasped his hands on his chest, and sat down in deep thought. His mind began to recall Yi Hansheng's recent major moves, including the bid for the Chengnan Huayu Building, the intention to acquire Jinyu Pinke, and his attendance at the financial summit...
After filtering them one by one, he found that there was nothing wrong, and none of them were directly related to his investigation of his mistress.
Ling Qingzhou felt relieved, and his eyes fell on the safe beside him, and he paused for a moment.
Then he took out a wet wipe from the drawer and wiped his hands clean.
This process lasted about two minutes. He cleaned everything from obvious places like the palms and backs of the hands to easily overlooked corners like the gaps between the nails.
After doing all this, he entered the password, opened the cabinet, and took out a yellowed envelope.
Tilt it slightly and a few photos and some pages of text that looked like letters will fall out.
Maybe it's because it's too old, or it's been rubbed repeatedly, so it looks very old.
Ling Qingzhou stroked the woman's face in the photo with his fingertips and murmured softly, "Yi Hansheng has found a young girl. Has he figured it out? I thought he was so affectionate, but it's just like this..."
Zhou Qin had already laid down obediently, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
She glanced at the untouched cup of tea on the bedside table. She didn't know how long the call would last, or whether Ling Qingzhou would be thirsty. She decided to send it to his study.
The study door was not closed tightly, and light shone through the gap, shining onto the floor and forming a slanted bright streak.
Zhou Qin was about to push the door open, but the next second, she suddenly stopped and the smile gradually disappeared from her face.
He was looking at the woman's photo again and seemed to be saying something.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, so she couldn't hear clearly, but that didn't stop her from imagining it—
Maybe it's an expression of longing or love?
Or maybe just chatting about everyday things and talking about all the trivialities?
Under the light, his eyebrows were so gentle, his expression so affectionate, but when facing herself, none of these were there!
Zhou Qin suddenly felt sad.
So, the rejection in bed just now was also because he wanted to see her?
But didn't you expect this outcome when you decided to marry this man?
What does she have to complain about?
You have to finish the road you choose even if you have to crawl on your knees!
Zhou Qin suppressed the bitterness in her eyes and smiled again. She gently closed the gap and then raised her hand to knock on the door.
Knock knock knock——
"Honey, are you busy? I'm coming in."
Having said that, Zhou Qin still waited a few seconds before pushing open the door.
Ling Qingzhou had already put away the things and put them back into the safe with ease. "Why are you here?"
"I was afraid you were thirsty. Here, have a drink." After saying that, he handed over the cup.
This time the man took it and drank it all.
Zhou Qin: "Are you still working?"
"No," the man stood up, walked around the desk, raised his hand to support her shoulder, "Go back to sleep."
"Okay." The woman smiled.
Second update, 2,000 words.
Sister Yue - Bai Yueguang Benguang, feels sorry for Zhou Qin for a second.
There won't be three updates today.
(End of this chapter)
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