Chapter 41. Mountains of Gold and Silver.
Zhu Qing got back on the bus, returned the cell phone to Dr. Cheng, and noticed that the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit off.
Their little one, who could be on friendly terms with anyone, was now upset by Dr. Cheng. The journey back to the police station was a bit short, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the little boy; his chubby little face was expressionless, and he didn't even bother to say a word.
So this is the authority of my uncle.
My niece witnessed it.
During the silent second half of the journey, Zhu Qing was in a great mood. She gently patted Fang Fang's back and helped him catch his breath.
Cheng Xinglang's gaze briefly met hers in the rearview mirror as she asked for help.
Zhu Qing shook her head.
Adjusting the angle again, he saw a bunch of kids sitting there sulking.
Children's thoughts are so hard to guess. They were fine just a moment ago, weren't they?
Dr. Cheng pondered deeply.
I just can't figure out which sentence offended the hot-tempered young master of the Sheng family.
Since no one was talking in the carriage, we listened to music.
The radio happened to be playing a cheerful song. The car moved slowly, the roadside trees outside the window were lush and green, and the summer sun cast dappled shadows on Zhu Qing's face. The light in her eyes, like the music flowing through the car, was vivid and lively. After being stuck in a dead end for several days, they had finally found a new key point. Nothing could be more joyful than this!
My niece's good mood is contagious.
Shengfang noticed the joy flickering in her eyes, and patted her shoulder with satisfaction. "Madam, you're going to do something great again!"
Zhu Qing was a reliable person. After finishing her interview at the kindergarten in Kowloon City, she stood at the door waiting for Shengfang's second round of interviews. She took the opportunity to walk a few extra steps to borrow a public phone, calculate the time, and remind Aunt Ping to come out of the police station to pick up the child in about forty minutes.
Just then, as Cheng Xinglang's car drove towards the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Zhu Qing noticed Aunt Ping's figure. She must have just come out; she was walking quickly and looked very energetic. With such beautiful weather, she had said early in the morning that she was going to do a thorough cleaning at home, and she probably finished by now, looking refreshed.
Shengfang also saw Aunt Ping.
She's always like this, getting more and more enthusiastic about housework, simple and hardworking... Unlike him and Qingzai, who recently, when washing dishes, the uncle and nephew obviously wanted to slack off, lounging on the sofa, pushing each other, and finally dragging their reluctant, heavy steps to the kitchen.
The uncle and niece gradually began to outwit each other in the kitchen. Qingzai said that he was still young and needed to cultivate good habits. She said that her habits were already good enough, so she didn't need to wash the dishes. At this time, Fangfang would pick out the dishes she had used from a pile of bowls and chopsticks and wash them under the tap while humming a nursery rhyme.
Whenever the uncle and nephew argued about washing dishes, Aunt Ping would sit in the living room, anxiously watching.
If you don't want to wash, then let me wash! I can wash it perfectly clean!
"Dr. Cheng," Zhu Qing's voice interrupted the little girl's thoughts, "we'll get off here."
I couldn't hail a taxi when I went out earlier, but luckily I ran into Cheng Xinglang and got a ride, which saved them a lot of trouble.
When Zhu Qing got off the bus, she thanked him, but Sheng Fang, the little girl next to her, was very taciturn.
Finally, Fangfang received the signal from her niece and turned her little head to say, "Thanks."
As Dr. Cheng's car drove further and further away towards the open-air parking space, Zhu Qing finally asked the children what had happened.
After listening for a while, she understood.
My uncle is my uncle, how could he tolerate someone calling him a "little devil"!
Didn't you warn him?
"yes!"
"What did you say?"
As memories unfolded, he turned his wrist and asked him—
Got it? Got it?
Finally, he remembered a line from a TV series, and his tone became even more serious.
“Understand?” Fang Fang repeated what he had just said.
Zhu Qing hummed twice to show her firm stance: "What was his answer?"
“He said—” Sheng Fang mimicked Dr. Cheng’s nonchalant tone, “NO, Sir!”
Recalling this scene, Fangfang gritted her teeth and said to Xiao Mi, "Qingzai, don't play with him anymore!"
Qingzai immediately replied, "Yes, Sir!"
The children were handed over to Aunt Ping again, and the niece couldn't wait to rush back to the police station.
Madam, full of vigor, is back to solving cases. How wonderful!
Fangfang stared longingly, her face full of envy.
When will he be able to officially start working?
"How did the kindergarten interview go?" Aunt Ping asked.
Shengfang rubbed her temples.
You really know how to rub salt in the wound.
...
When Zhu Qing left, Senior Inspector Weng Zhaolin gave her a few cold looks.
Now that she's back, the lifeless B team has suddenly come alive. Inspector Weng's brow relaxes, his leather shoes make rhythmic thuds on the ground, and he leans casually against the doorframe with one hand in his pocket.
"Looks like we've made progress?"
Zhu Qing discovers that the "grandmother" living in the deceased's house is not the real "Grandma Shen" in the records. They have different surnames. Through this subtle point of entry, the police reopen their investigation into Fang Songsheng's family background.
After a thorough second investigation, the police discovered that there were indeed oversights in their previous work.
Fang Songsheng's biological mother's surname is Shen. It seems the household registration staff, for the sake of convenience, registered all records related to her using her son's address, leading the police to mistakenly believe they actually lived together. However, after a further investigation, Xu Jiale and Haozai brought back crucial information.
"It's all thanks to Fang Yayun for coming up with this idea; the information we've verified this time is absolutely reliable."
“She was still young back then. After Zhou Lingyi passed away, her grandmother moved in with them to help take care of her.”
"But when Fang Yayun got a little older and started boarding school, her grandmother, Granny Chen, went back to her hometown."
The deceased, Fang Songsheng, was 60 years old, and his mother, Granny Shen, was 83 years old.
Although the old man is still alive, his mental state is not as good as before.
"Grandma Shen said that her granddaughter had visited a few days ago and brought a lot of nutritional supplements."
"I asked her neighbors back home, and Fang Yayun is indeed filial. She visits the old man several times a month. As for Fang Songsheng, he only visits occasionally during holidays, and he is in a hurry to go back after less than fifteen minutes."
"So, all along, whether it was my grandmother or my maternal grandmother, it was Fang Yayun who took care of them in their old age."
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan then returned to the apartment building where Fang Songsheng had lived before his death.
When the neighbor went out to throw away the trash, she peeked out curiously. When the two madams came up to ask her something, she immediately cooperated.
"I read in the newspaper that the owner of that music store was murdered."
"He'd only moved in a little over a week ago. My husband and I were discussing it privately, wondering if the feng shui of this room was bad, because he'd had this accident so soon after moving in. Luckily it happened outside; if it had happened at home, our rent would have been—"
“Madam,” Zeng Yongshan interrupted her gently, “do you know who he lives with?”
"His mother should also have a nanny."
When did they move in?
The neighbor lady who lives next door said, "I have to think about it. We're not nosy people, so we definitely won't ask around... When the moving company came on the first day, we didn't see the old lady. I guess she was too tired from moving, so the music store owner didn't let her do the work."
“In the past few days, the music store owner’s daughter has been ringing the doorbell frequently, and that’s when I noticed that there was an old lady living in their house.”
"The music store owner's daughter is really beautiful and poised. She said her grandmother doesn't like to go out and only has a nanny at home. If the old lady needs any help, she asked me to look after her..."
"That's normal. Some older people prefer to stay at home and are unwilling to socialize with strangers. But actually, the older you get, the more you should interact with people, otherwise your brain will deteriorate!"
Zhu Qing: "Did the old man's granddaughter mention anything else?"
"Let me think—" the neighbor recalled, "She also seemed to say that the news of the music store owner's death had to be kept from her grandmother. Of course, we wouldn't tell her that; who would be so talkative!"
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan looked at each other.
Sure enough, although Fang Songsheng had moved in more than a week before his death, no one knew when Fang Yayun's "grandmother" suddenly appeared.
As they left the apartment building, Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan discussed in hushed tones, trying to clear their minds.
“I understand. At first, Fang Yayun wanted us to avoid her grandmother. The first time Haozai and I went there, only the nanny was at home. Actually, Fang Yayun wasn’t taking Grandma Yan to the hospital at all; she just wanted to avoid the police and trouble.”
"When we went there the second time, she knew she couldn't avoid it, so she used another plan, pretending to hide the news of Fang Songsheng's death from the old woman. This way, she didn't need Fang Yayun's grandmother to provide acting skills, which reduced the probability of being exposed."
These days, Grandma Yan has been staying at Fang Songsheng's house.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
One was the deceased's daughter, and the other was his biological mother. At the time, the police were bound by conventional thinking and did not suspect them.
At least, they would never doubt the old man with a full head of white hair.
Only now has the mystery of the case been cleared up.
They finally found out Grandma Yan's personal information.
She is Zhou Lingyi's mother, whose real name is Yan Fengying, and she is 64 years old.
...
Fang Yayun held her grandmother's arm and accompanied her through the crowds in the mall, taking care of everything for the elderly woman, from comfortable pajamas to light cloth shoes.
Yan Fengying is sixty-four years old this year. Although she is only four years older than Fang Songsheng, the years have etched deep lines on her face. The hardships of her early life have made her look older than her peers, and now that she has dyed her hair white, she looks much older than her actual age.
But she was surprisingly healthy and didn't show any signs of fatigue after walking around for most of the day. Fang Yayun said in a coquettish tone that her grandmother's legs were more nimble than hers, and that she was the one who was too tired to walk anymore.
At the coffee shop outside the mall, Fang Yayun and Yan Fengying chose a window seat.
She thoughtfully ordered a glass of warm water for the elderly woman, along with two pieces of soft cake. She also brought a small spoon and tissues, and specifically asked the waiter to turn up the air conditioning temperature so that her grandmother wouldn't catch a cold.
At this moment, Yan Fengying just sat quietly, a smile on her wrinkled eyes, her gaze following her granddaughter's busy figure.
"Actually, you don't need to spend all your time with this old woman," Yan Fengying said with a smile. "Won't Harry be unhappy?"
“Grandma, his name is Henry.” As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Yayun wrinkled her nose. “You’re teasing me again!”
The chair next to me was piled high with shopping bags.
Fang Yayun took out each item one by one, carefully explaining: "This is a knee brace. If your knees feel uncomfortable, wear it, it will make you feel much better... This small massager can be used to massage your shoulders. If your lower back hurts, clip it onto this spot—"
"Take the Chinese medicine twice a day, and remember to take it half an hour after meals."
"The dried scallops and dried clam in the refrigerator at home are freshly bought. Ask Ayu to add some when she cooks your porridge; it will make it extra fresh and sweet."
"And also, Grandma..."
"I know." Yan Fengying held her granddaughter's hand. "Don't worry, take care of yourself and do your best in the performance. Grandma can take care of herself. If you really can't, there's always Ayu, isn't there?"
Fang Yayun's hand was enveloped by her grandmother's aged hand, which patted her gently.
She lowered her eyes, as if she had returned to her childhood, when her mother took her to her grandmother's house. The weather was hot, and her grandmother gently fanned her with a palm leaf fan while gently patting her to sleep with her other hand.
At times like this, Mom would always laugh and say that Grandma spoiled her...
For some reason, these images have been constantly replaying in her mind these days.
Fang Yayun sniffed and said with a smile, "I'll get the formalities done as soon as possible, and when I come back in a while, I'll take you with me."
"You've never been on a plane before, have you? We'll go on a plane sometime, and also—"
Before she could finish speaking, she heard the glass door of the coffee shop being pushed open, and the wind chimes on the ceiling swayed in the wind, making a crisp sound.
Fang Yayun's expression froze, staring intently at those familiar figures.
Yan Fengying did not turn around, but slowly put down the water glass.
When she got home yesterday, her nanny, Ayu, told her that the police had come. She knew then that this day had finally come.
...
Yan Fengying, Fang Yayun, and Li Ziyao were taken back to the police station one after another.
Fang Songsheng was murdered between 5 and 6 a.m. on Wednesday morning. Yan Fengying cannot provide any evidence of the time at that point.
The police have also checked the hospital records.
Fang Yayun repeatedly claimed that she took her "grandmother" to see a doctor on the day the police came to her door, but the hospital had not kept any medical records and could not provide a reasonable explanation.
In addition, the police obtained a search warrant, collected Yan Fengying's clothing, and took it back for testing. Unless she thoroughly disposed of even her underwear after the murder, there would definitely be traces left, which ordinary detergents would not be able to remove.
Faced with overwhelming evidence, they had no way to deny it.
"Go ahead," Mo Zhenbang said calmly, his tone not forceful. "Where shall I begin?"
Where should we begin?
Li Ziyao is also considering this issue.
“It should start from—” she said slowly, “when I finally found Fang Songsheng.”
The three years spent with her parents are the most tender memories of Li Ziyao's life.
She was still young then, immersed in happiness, and never imagined that this happiness would come to an abrupt end one day.
When the news of her parents' deaths arrived, Li Ziyao's ears seemed to explode. She suddenly couldn't hear anything and remained in a daze for a long, long time.
She had a family, but just three years later, fate cruelly took away her parents.
From then on, she was left alone in the house again.
Seventeen-year-old Li Ziyao tried to seek refuge with other relatives.
The person she found was Ni Fangrun's older brother, Ni Fangting.
At the time, she was unaware of the wickedness of people's hearts and entrusted all the money left by her parents to Ni Fangting for safekeeping. However, in the blink of an eye, she could no longer find that family.
“They only left me a letter.” As she said this, there was no hatred in Li Ziyao’s eyes, only emptiness and numbness. “The letter described those past events… Ni Fangting said that if you want to blame someone, blame the one surnamed Fang. It was the one surnamed Fang who ruined my life.”
Zeng Yongshan: "You weren't told about Fang Songsheng by Ni Fangrun and Li Xueren."
“No,” Li Ziyao said. “When the DNA test results first came out, I occasionally heard my parents mention it, but it was always through the bedroom door… They only said sorry to me, but they didn’t want me to know those things.”
Back then, Ni Fangrun and Li Xueren didn't want their daughter to live in hatred. They chose to remain silent, using lies to build a wall around Li Ziyao, blocking out the darkness in hidden corners, allowing her to let go of the past and grow up in the sunlight.
It wasn't until after their deaths, when Li Ziyao received a letter from Ni Fangting, that she pieced together everything that had happened back then.
"Actually, I've been investigating who this 'Fang' mentioned in the letter is."
“When I was a child, I was ignorant and lived alone. Even making ends meet was a problem. I had no energy to investigate.”
"Later I met Dai Feng, and we got along very well. Our small rented room was like our home... At that time, I almost gave up my obsession, but those beautiful memories from when I was fourteen to seventeen were deeply rooted in my heart. I... I couldn't help it."
“At that time, the investigation was making some progress. The information Ni Fangting left me was that the man’s surname was Fang, he was more than ten years older than my mother, and he was a piano teacher.”
That was a few months ago. Li Ziyao had already quit her job in Lan Kwai Fong and gone to work as an apprentice at a hair salon.
They called her "shampoo girl." The customer lay down and casually picked up a magazine from the shelf and opened it. Li Ziyao's hands were soaked in shampoo foam, but her eyes were drawn to the interview with Fang Yayun in the magazine. Her gaze lingered on the name of her father, Fang Songsheng, until the foam wet the customer's face. She was complained about and severely criticized by the store manager, but her mind was still blank.
After ten years, she finally found the culprit who had hurt her mother and caused their family to be separated for fourteen years.
“I never told Dai Feng what happened to my mother,” Li Ziyao said. “At that time, our lives were gradually getting back on track. But when I found Fang Songsheng, I knew that, whether for my parents or for myself… I had to kill him.”
Li Ziyao raised her eyes.
There was not a trace of regret in her eyes as she emphasized, "He's lucky to have lived to sixty."
Li Ziyao broke up with Dai Feng, moved out of their rented apartment, and went back to live with Luo Weiwei.
“I haven’t read many books, nor am I that smart.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “The only solution I could think of, as you can see.”
Li Ziyao applied for a job as a receptionist at a music store.
She was young and beautiful, and with just a little initiative, Fang Songsheng immediately took the bait.
"He asked me to move in with him, but I didn't agree."
"At the time, my thought was to find an opportunity to kill him directly. As for trying to get away with it—that was unnecessary."
"But you didn't expect Fang Yayun to come looking for you," Uncle Li said in a deep voice.
Li Ziyao nodded: "She asked me if I wanted to marry Fang Songsheng."
After a long while, she smiled and shook her head: "Ya Yun is smarter than me."
...
Fang Ya-yun couldn't remember how many times she had come to the interrogation room of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
She had been full of energy before, but now she suddenly felt tired.
Fang Yayun's tense nerves relaxed, and she clasped her beautiful hands together on the interrogation table.
"Smart? Not really. I just think that two people working together have a better chance of winning than one person working alone."
"Ziyao wants to fight him to the death... Are you kidding me? Why would you risk yourself for someone like that? We need to live, and live well."
“Let them get married first… that will make it easier for us to create opportunities.” Ziyao agreed. I don’t know why, but even though we’ve only known each other for a short time, we trust each other.
Fang Yayun said whatever came to mind, in a disjointed and rambling manner.
But at least this time, she was willing to cooperate with the police.
“Let’s talk about Zhou Lingyi, your mother,” the officer in the interrogation room said.
"My mother..."
Fang Yayun's memory of her mother is that she is gentle and kind, and always has a smile on her lips.
When the mother and daughter were at home, the mother would stay with her, hold her little hand, and stroke the black and white keys of the piano. Beautiful melodies flowed from her fingertips, which was her first yearning for music.
Compared to her mother, Zhou Lingyi, her father, Fang Songsheng, was much stricter. He had played the piano his whole life but had never achieved any fame, so he placed all his hopes on his only daughter.
"It seems like I was often beaten," Fang Yayun recalled. "The ruler would hit my palm and it would sting, so I was very afraid of him when I was a child."
The day Zhou Lingyi jumped to her death, the sky was overcast. Her father, holding her close, said wearily—
"Your mother died because of you."
Longing, guilt, self-doubt—all sorts of emotions intertwined, day after day, year after year.
Fang Yayun grew up like this, always carrying that invisible shackle in her heart.
Without a doubt, Fang Songsheng is an excellent piano teacher.
Fang Yayun's fingers danced across the piano keys, and the pain that swirled in her mind transformed into a moving melody. Slowly, she began to believe that her father's strictness was another expression of love.
Fang Yayun believed him; he was genuinely thinking of her best interests.
She thought that her father had been good enough to her; after all, he had lost a lot of weight when her mother committed suicide, but he had never truly blamed her...
“But I never expected that he fabricated such a reason to cover up his crimes,” Fang Yayun said.
She accidentally discovered her mother's diary.
Zhou Lingyi used to love reading. Yellowed books were piled up in layers, with diaries tucked among them. They moved several times without noticing. Until that day, she and Henry reunited, and with his encouragement, she started looking through the old things her mother had left behind.
Forgotten diaries, along with a long-forgotten past, reveal the truth behind the mother's suicide.
“My mother knew that if she left, my life would be very difficult. But she just couldn’t take it anymore. Every minute with my father was torture.”
"I don't know why she won't get a divorce. Is it because she's trying her best to deceive herself?"
"She's so stupid. A crime is a crime. She's the victim. The law should punish the perpetrators, not torture herself like this."
Fang Yayun's voice was soft, tinged with confusion.
But in fact, she already had the answer.
"The law..." she murmured, "Will the law really help her punish her father?"
That day, Fang Yayun held the diary her mother had left behind and turned the pages one by one.
From dawn till dusk, she stood there in a daze, until she finally made up her mind to expose her father's true colors.
For myself, and even more so for my mother.
Like the police, Fang Yayun suspected that Fang Songsheng had targeted more than one young girl over the years.
"But I can't find any evidence... They may all be like my mother back then, helpless and timid, choosing to remain silent, which only made him more unscrupulous."
“I kept trying to find a solution, but to no avail, until that day, Li Ziyao appeared in his life.”
Li Ziyao's appearance was too strange and abrupt. Was she pandering to him for Fang Songsheng's wealth?
Fang Yayun received the investigation report from the private investigator. She had once had a deep relationship with her boyfriend, but they broke up without warning... Most suspiciously, her past seemed to have been deliberately erased and was difficult to verify.
Everything about Li Ziyao seems so unreal.
A bold idea took shape in her mind.
She suspected that Li Ziyao shared the same goal as her.
“Unexpectedly, instead of finding the victim, I met the victim’s daughter,” Fang Yayun said. “From then on, we became allies.”
"We've been planning this for a long time, but—"
"Grandma stopped us; she wouldn't let us get involved."
Grandma said that they have a long life ahead of them and shouldn't waste their whole lives on people like that.
...
At first glance, Yan Fengying is just an ordinary old lady.
No one expected that she would be the murderer in the music store murder case.
Yan Fengying said that the two children were too foolish, naively believing that they could really deceive everyone.
In fact, she knew this day would come sooner or later.
“Back then, my family was poor, and Lingyi was my only hope. Her father passed away early, and I raised her all by myself.”
“Lingyi has been well-behaved and quiet since she was a child. Even when the teacher asks her to answer questions in class, she doesn’t dare to speak loudly and speaks in a soft voice.”
Yan Fengying spoke slowly, telling stories from the old days, her eyes filled with a kind smile.
She said that when she was young, she worked as a seamstress in a garment factory in Kowloon Walled City.
Years of hard work have forged her into a tough and resilient woman, earning her the nickname "Sister Fengying, the Iron One." This tough Sister Fengying is not afraid of hardship or fatigue; she only has one thing on her mind: taking good care of her daughter.
That year, Zhou Lingyi was eighteen years old. In their time, eighteen was already an age when one could earn money to support a family. But Zhou Lingyi was truly outstanding in both character and academics, and Yan Fengying gritted her teeth to support her daughter's continued education.
“That day, Lingyi told me that she was going to Yingying’s house to play.”
"Yingying is Lingyi's classmate. Her family has a piano, and her parents hired a piano teacher for her..."
During that time, Zhou Lingyi often went to Yingying's house.
That's how she met Fang Songsheng, which marked the beginning of her nightmare.
“I don’t know when he did it.” Yan Fengying’s eyes welled up with tears. “Lingyi never told me.”
Not long after, Zhou Lingyi became pregnant, and she brought Fang Songsheng home for the first time.
She said she wanted to marry this piano teacher who was much older than her.
"Lingyi left the campus and became Mrs. Fang."
"Let her drop out of school. I thought her suffering was finally over. But if Fang Songsheng was really a good person, why would my daughter jump off the roof?"
Yan Fengying's only hope was to die on that sunny afternoon.
Over the decades, Yan Fengying has repeatedly recalled, savored, and pondered every detail of the past, every look in her daughter's eyes, and every word she uttered.
She guessed that Zhou Lingyi's death was related to Fang Songsheng.
But Yan Fengying never dreamed that behind that seemingly loving marriage was such a terrible beginning.
“It was Ya Yun who came to ask me about what happened back then,” Yan Fengying said. “That child thought I already knew.”
"Actually, I'm a terrible mother; I don't even know what kind of suffering my daughter has endured..."
Later, Yan Fengying joined them.
Fang Songsheng is skilled at disguise.
After Zhou Lingyi passed away, although he rarely appeared in public, he always had Fang Yayun bring expensive tonics to visit her and asked the children to convey his regards. The neighbors all praised him for his kindness and loyalty, for he still took care of his mother-in-law even after his wife's death many years ago.
Therefore, when Yan Fengying asked to stay temporarily, he readily agreed.
“I told him I needed to go to Hong Kong Island General Hospital for a follow-up appointment because it was inconvenient since I lived far away, and he agreed without hesitation.”
“He cares about Ya Yun’s future more than anyone else. Ya Yun is about to perform, and he doesn’t want me living next to her and affecting her rehearsals.”
The whole story has finally come to light.
On Tuesday evening, Yan Fengying moved into Fang Songsheng's apartment with old photos of herself and her granddaughter. That same evening, Fang Yayun stood in an old-fashioned telephone booth on King's Road in North Point and made a phone call home, inviting Fang Songsheng to the performance hall on Wednesday morning to watch her rehearsal.
Rehearsals are in their final stages, and every rehearsal strictly follows the procedures of the official performance.
In the past, Fang Songsheng had never missed any of his daughter's important rehearsals, and this time was no exception.
He put on a brand new, crisp shirt because his daughter said that when she took her final bow, she wanted to give special thanks to her father for his guidance.
As planned, Yan Fengying hitched a ride with Fang Songsheng, passing by Ya Yun Piano Shop in Wan Chai.
“I said I wanted to go to the music store to take a look,” Yan Fengying said. “He disagreed until I suddenly mentioned Lingyi. He felt that I might know something.”
Fang Songsheng absolutely refused to allow the image he had painstakingly cultivated in front of his daughter for over twenty years to collapse.
So he stopped the car and took out the music store's spare key from the armrest box.
He brought in two glasses of warm water in music room number six.
While he wasn't looking, Yan Fengying sprinkled sleeping pill powder into one of the cups.
He even argued that he had been responsible enough by marrying Lingyi, and that ultimately, it was her own fault for not thinking things through.
"The drug took effect, and he became drowsy and slumped on the piano bench. I covered his mouth from behind."
"Later, I stabbed her many times, many times... With each stab, I remembered what Lingyi looked like when she was eighteen. My daughter, wearing her school uniform, with two braids, she was so well-behaved..."
“If she had told me the truth from the beginning, I would have fought tooth and nail to stand up for my child.”
Yan Fengying said that when she finished dealing with the crime scene, she put on rubber gloves and took away a disposable cup and the murder weapon with her when she left.
The new nanny was hired so that the police would mistakenly believe that she had been living with Fang Songsheng all along.
It makes more sense that the old lady lives with her son and has a caregiver.
As for her hair, she dyed it herself at home.
She dyed her hair all white so that she would look more like Fang Songsheng's biological mother.
“This is the only thing I was worried about being exposed.” She touched the gray hair at her temples. “But at first, I managed to fool you.”
"How did you convince Fang Yayun and Li Ziyao?"
"When an old lady throws a tantrum, who can stop her?"
“I said, if you don’t take me with you, I’ll go and settle the score with him myself.”
Yan Fengying recalled the scene from that time.
It seems like it happened a long, long time ago, even though it just happened recently.
The interrogation room fell silent.
Yan Fengying was silent for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Officer, what about those two children..."
She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly: "Will the judge...will give a lenient sentence?"
...
The case is nearing its end, but the police investigation is still proceeding intensively. Every detail needs to be repeatedly verified, and every testimony needs to be cross-checked.
After all, this is not a simple case that can be easily concluded.
Even though Yan Fengying took all the blame, from the very beginning, Fang Yayun and Li Ziyao had meticulously arranged alibis and seemingly plausible clues in an attempt to make the police focus their investigation on them.
Everyone knows that this could never be a revenge killing by one person alone.
Yan Fengying asked, "How will they be sentenced?"
This weighty issue was also a concern for the officers in Group B.
"What will happen to them?" Fangfang asked curiously.
Zhu Qing shook her head.
The case is not yet settled, and she cannot give a definite answer.
Before finishing her shift, she asked Mo Zhenbang if she could see Xin Xin one more time. Only after receiving confirmation that a meeting could be arranged for the next day did she leave the police station.
At this moment, she opened the professional books that Zeng Yongshan had found and stopped at the page with the bookmark.
This page, which explains in detail the jury system in Hong Kong, was marked with a highlighter by them.
Yan Fengying's calm question lingered in Zhu Qing's mind.
"Shouldn't he have died?"
She lowered her eyes, gazing at the cold legal text on the pages of the book.
"Anyway, Qingzai has done a great job!" Shengfang said. "Good news!"
"It must be double happiness," Aunt Ping said, smiling broadly as she opened the door and came in with an envelope in her hand. "Guess what it is?"
The children immediately noticed the Weston Kindergarten logo on the envelope.
He was stunned—
This can't be good news!
"A kindergarten acceptance letter?" Zhu Qing quickly took it and opened the envelope.
The children are about to start kindergarten.
Zhu Qing picked up a desk calendar and pointed to a date: "First day of school, I'll take you there."
Qingzai is so considerate.
On the first day of school, I didn't plan to let him take the school bus.
Fangfang's lips are pouting higher than her little nose.
Despite countless rejections, this day has finally arrived.
Zhu Qing could tell that the child was reluctant, so she coaxed him a few times.
"When Fangfang goes to kindergarten, she will make good friends."
In the original storyline, Shengfang had no close friends.
If he still doesn't have it in real life, won't he feel very lonely?
Zhu Qing told him that he would make many friends when he went to kindergarten.
They attend classes and play together, and when school is over, Fangfang might not even want to go home.
"No." The arrogant young master turned his face away. "I won't play with those ordinary kids."
Zhu Qing supported his small shoulders.
My uncle is now showing signs of aversion to school, and I need to guide him properly.
"Why?"
Shengfang sat cross-legged on the sofa, her face showing a mature melancholy.
After all, he used to hang out with his colleagues at the police station, so they had more in common... What can you talk about with people your own age?
“For example, Zhenbang’s daughter,” Fangfang said in a childish voice.
Zhu Qing pursed her lips, holding back what she wanted to say.
Are you sure it's not because your daughter thinks he's too young and doesn't want to play with him?
...
Whenever a child thinks of something, they rub their little hands together, eager to try it out.
That day, he saw someone else's child casually pull out a mobile phone and decided to get one for his own child as well.
However, my niece has been very busy these past few days, so the trip has had to be postponed again and again.
Finally, today has come; my niece no longer has to work overtime.
After she finished reading the last few pages of legal articles, Fangfang immediately urged her to go out, excitedly running as if she could fly.
"Let's go to the electronics store!"
Zhu Qing did not refuse again.
Zeng Yongshan said that you should accept whatever your elders give you, otherwise it would be a real disappointment.
The uncle and nephew arrived at the electronics store together and stood in front of the dazzling array of goods.
Last time, Shengfang came to the electronics store and bought a pager. Now he's back to buy something else.
Other children would be overjoyed, but his niece was different.
There was not a trace of worldly desire in her eyes.
Seeing this, the boss, who had been quite interested, rolled his eyes and sighed inwardly.
Mobile phones are so expensive, adults are unwilling to buy them, so what's the point of the kids being so enthusiastic?
"Get me a mobile phone." Sheng Fang thought for a moment, then held up two fingers. "Two."
Zhu Qing turned her head: "What do you need two for?"
"One for you, one for me."
"What do you need a cell phone for?!"
Shengfang puffed out her cheeks: "You have it all!"
"I can do without it."
Shengfang's eyes widened instantly.
She's so infuriating.
"Ignore her," Sheng Fang said. "Take two."
Even the boss was laughing.
One big and one small, they're like playing house at the electronics store, and we even bought two.
"Kid." The chubby shopkeeper placed his hands on the counter, rubbing his thumbs and forefingers together. "Do you have enough of this?"
Her small breasts were puffed out, and her clothes fluttered in the wind.
It was like Superman lifting his cape, lifting his shirt, and patting his bulging pockets.
The young master of the Sheng family beckoned to the other party and mysteriously opened his pocket.
That morning, he and Aunt Ping made a special trip to HSBC to prepare the travel expenses needed for the young master's trip today.
Inside the electronics store, countless eyes turned toward them.
The children took out money, one bill after another, endlessly, and placed it in front of the shopkeeper.
Is that enough?
Is this enough?
"How much do you want to know?"
Zhu Qing: ?
After some time, she got used to having a wealthy uncle.
but--
Zhu Qing offered a tactful suggestion, whispering, "Don't you have a card?"
You can actually pay by card!
Every time I went out with the young millionaire, he was carrying mountains of gold and silver...
My niece is under a lot of pressure too.
"Give it a try, young master?" The boss handed over the cell phone with a beaming smile.
The young master, with a serious little face, tucked his ear and shoulder between his fingers and asked, "Hello, who is it?"
Even his niece doesn't understand his heart.
For a little elder's first day of kindergarten, of course, new gear is needed!
How can I invite kids for tea without a mobile phone?
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