Chapter 93 The case from back then.
As Zhu Qing and her group stepped into the Criminal Investigation Department office at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station at night, they were greeted by a chorus of teasing voices.
Haozai spoke in the most sarcastic tone, his words full of mockery: "Our Miss Hong Kong and Hong Kong students are back."
Uncle Li laughed and scolded, "Even inviting you to dinner couldn't shut you up."
"Enough with the nonsense," Mo Zhenbang said. "Prepare the meeting room."
Mo Zhenbang pushed open the conference room door, and his subordinates followed behind with the documents.
They drew out their wails, saying they had to work overtime and have meetings that night; no one in the entire Yau Ma Tei Police Station was as miserable as the Major Crimes Unit B.
Zhu Qing spread out the information about Sacred Heart Manor.
Upon hearing about the deceased's son's current situation, the laughter subsided, and the office fell silent.
Xu Jiale's expression turned serious: "So, in that child abuse case back then, that baby was half-dead, if not dead. He lost sight in his right eye and his speech..."
“Over the years, the deceased had kept his son hidden and prevented outsiders from getting close,” Zeng Yongshan said. “But one thing is strange: if it was just to prevent his ex-wife from harassing him, was it necessary to go to such lengths?”
“The volunteers at Sacred Heart Estate said he was a good father… but Sacred Heart Estate is in the North New Territories, and it takes at least an hour to drive there one way. Why not let the child live with him? The two maids at home are very reliable and can take care of him.”
“It is indeed contradictory.” Xiao Sun frowned. “No matter how good the conditions are at Sacred Heart Manor, it’s not as good as taking care of the child personally. Changing the child’s name and moving his household registration out of the family, seemingly severing all ties on the surface, all for the sake of an ex-wife, is too far-fetched an explanation.”
The police discussion then turned to Huang Qiulian's motive for the crime.
"She behaved herself in prison and worked hard to get a reduced sentence. After her release, she tried working as a dishwasher in a tea restaurant. Now she cherishes this job opportunity at the community center. She watches the children play from a distance and doesn't dare to get close... Would someone like that really ruin her hard-won new life for revenge?"
“When I was checking Wei Ansheng’s whereabouts this morning—” Haozai suddenly interrupted, “I checked his maternal grandparents. The neighbors said that the case made the couple ashamed. They were intellectuals who raised their daughter to be successful, but they never expected that… the health of the two elderly people was ruined because of this. But one thing is certain: their funeral arrangements were handled by the deceased Wei Huasheng, which is completely different from what we previously guessed, that they had cut off all contact.”
Liang Qikai seemed to be deep in thought: "The deceased not only took care of his parents-in-law until their deaths, but also hired a lawyer for Huang Qiulian..."
“Here are the prison visit records that Ah-Tou asked me to check,” Hao-Zai added. “At first, the deceased never visited him in prison. But two years after Huang Qiu-Lian was imprisoned, he suddenly started frequently requesting to see her, and Huang Qiu-Lian refused every time. The prison guards mentioned that she often talked in her sleep, and even in her dreams she would repeatedly say, ‘I didn’t push her…’”
“I remember the deceased’s younger brother, Wei Xusheng, also mentioned that his older brother had never visited her. But actually, he softened and hired a lawyer for her when the trial started.”
"Do you think the deceased, Wei Huasheng, harbored any resentment towards Huang Qiulian?"
Liang Qikai's gaze swept back and forth across the whiteboard before turning to a new direction: "Let's think about it from another angle—what if the deceased himself had made the mistake back then? His toy company was just starting out and was at a critical stage, so there was absolutely no room for error. Just like the previous cases, the least likely person to be the real murderer was actually the one who made the mistake."
"You mean Huang Qiulian took the blame for her husband?" Zhu Qing frowned. "But she never confessed and continued to appeal even after she was imprisoned."
"Perhaps it was a misjudgment? The deceased, Wei Huasheng, shifted the blame to his wife, and only took care of her parents out of guilt afterward."
"Now that Huang Qiulian has been released from prison, she believes her child is dead, and Wei Huasheng has become a philanthropist. Doesn't this motive of murder—seeking justice for her child and herself—completely make sense?"
Mo Zhenbang stared at the densely interwoven clues on the whiteboard.
Someone whispered, "If that's the case, she won't even know her son is alive until the very end. That's quite pitiful."
"Hey! Hey!" Zeng Yongshan tapped the table: "Hey! Hey! You guys always say I'm emotional!"
Zhu Qing remained silent, flipping through the case file of the child abuse case.
Looking at Huang Qiulian's photo in the case file, Zhu Qing unconsciously recalled the figure on the lawn of the community center—
She stood in the sunlight, her gaze following the innocent children, calm and gentle.
...
Sheng Peirong walked to the center of the courtyard, a mere few steps, her steps were extremely steady.
She remembered what Aunt Ping had said. Back then, she was still unconscious, and Pei Junyi had gone to the gate of Weston Kindergarten, trying to get information out of Sheng Fang. But in the end, he was tricked by the mischievous younger boys, alerting the gatekeeper and almost causing a misunderstanding. Finally, he had to pull out his ID to explain before he could finally escape.
Ironically, Pei Junyi never went to the kindergarten to check again after that.
In the entire kindergarten's toddler class, who hasn't seen her personally pick up her younger brother from school?
Pei Junyi is like that; she's clearly anxious and can't hide it, yet she manages to make her father completely believe her.
"You, you..." Pei Junyi's gaze swept over her, his expression gradually turning ugly.
Brain death, mental instability... The eldest daughter of the Sheng family in front of me has sharp eyes and clearly still has the same domineering attitude as before.
"What do you mean, 'you'?!"
Fangfang, the little girl, leaned proudly against her older sister, her chubby little hand taking the document from the lawyer's hand and handing it to her.
The suits of the senior board members were already soaked with cold sweat.
That night, taking advantage of the fact that no one was home to make decisions, they put pressure on him. He was already feeling guilty, and now he was even more embarrassed and wished he could disappear immediately.
"My dear uncles, I respect you as my elders." Sheng Peirong glanced at the documents, her voice calm and unhurried, "But this authorization letter should have a convincing reason."
"Do you think that the Sheng family doesn't even have anyone who can understand documents anymore?"
Her next words turned the faces of the group pale.
The long-absent eldest daughter of the Sheng family was calmly refuting each clause, her words hitting the nail on the head, as if she were fully aware of the group's movements. This was hardly a case of illness and weakness. The board members couldn't help but be wary. Could it be that the rumors circulating ever since Sheng Wenchang's will was announced, that "only the youngest son remained as heir," were a carefully orchestrated trap? Had she been prepared all along, simply waiting for them to walk right into her snare?
The board members stammered and tried to explain, not daring to look her in the eye.
The little girl, Shengfang, stood tall beside her older sister, her innocent face filled with pride.
Before they could finish their stammering explanation, Sheng Peirong had already turned around.
"Save what you have to say for the board meeting," she ordered without turning her head. "Aunt Ping, see the guests out."
Pei Junyi and his group were ushered out, their faces grim. Sheng Peirong hadn't uttered a single harsh word, yet she had already instilled fear in the veteran directors who had fought alongside Sheng Wenchang. They were ashamed of being exposed for their last-minute defection, and even more apprehensive about the potential purge they might face at next week's board meeting.
Sheng Wenchang's daughter was even more cunning and ruthless than he was.
The iron gate outside the courtyard was slowly closed with a heavy thud, but the usual relaxed atmosphere inside the house was restored.
"Big sister! Aren't you tired?"
Are your legs sore?
Fangfang stood close to her, offering tender care and comfort, her face full of obedience.
When Aunt Ping returned, her steps were light and she had a smile on her face: "Your uncles didn't expect that Miss wouldn't even let them step over the threshold."
Sheng Peirong sat upright on the sofa and glanced at the wheelchair in the corner upon hearing this.
If those people were to come in and see this, what would happen?
“Back then, the master had just passed away. These people came to the door, grabbed the second young lady and the second son-in-law’s hands, and said that they should just ask if they needed anything… They cried their eyes out, and even I was moved to tears. But in less than a year, they showed their true colors.”
Aunt Ping gazed at Sheng Peirong's serene profile, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Zhu Qing was young and impetuous, and didn't know how to deal with a bunch of old foxes. If she were to handle it today, she could at most drive them away, but those people would definitely come back to bother her every now and then. Even if she didn't let them gain anything, it would still be annoying enough.
But Sheng Peirong was different. With just a few words, she regained the initiative, and the group left in a sorry state, probably never daring to cause trouble again.
Aunt Ping's smile deepened.
Now that Sheng Peirong's health is gradually improving, she has quietly taken back the burden on her daughter's shoulders.
It's so good that I can easily support this family.
The little boy, Fangfang, couldn't understand what the adults were saying, but he saw Sheng Peirong tearing up the authorization letter.
He nestled beside his older sister, diligently massaging her legs with his little hands, his eyes blinking like little stars.
From now on, Shengfang will always be the eldest sister's most loyal little brother.
That's so cool.
His eldest sister is indeed the most powerful person in the world!
...
When Zhu Qing returned home, it was already late at night, and only a small, warm yellow lamp was lit in the living room.
Aunt Ping prepared a late-night snack, and Sheng Peirong and her daughter sat at the dining table, slowly drinking sweet soup.
It was only then that Zhu Qing realized she had missed a great show, and Sheng Fang must be thrilled.
Aunt Ping said with a smile, "Miss will be going back to the company next Wednesday."
"So fast?" Zhu Qing looked up.
Next Wednesday is the day of the quarterly board meeting. Sheng Peirong plans to add an agenda item to the meeting: a reassessment of the directors' competence in their current positions.
Aunt Ping knows Sheng Peirong's temperament best. It's already unprecedented that she was able to restrain herself and recuperate for several months, taking her medicine on time.
“We should have gone back long ago,” Aunt Ping said. “You’ve been keeping an eye on your mother, supervising her until now—”
"It's all because of Coco's face," Sheng Peirong said with a smile.
Zhu Qing understood Sheng Peirong's feelings perfectly. She was still at home, but her mind was already at the company.
Just like when I broke my bone and was held down on the hospital bed by Shengfang, every minute was incredibly difficult to endure.
"But you have to promise me." Zhu Qing put down her bowl, her expression turning serious, "You can't overwork yourself, and also—"
"No overtime allowed." Sheng Peirong took over her daughter's words, her eyes full of smiles.
"Even when you get to the company, you must—"
"Eat properly and take your medicine properly," Sheng Peirong said quickly.
The mother and daughter looked at each other and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Shh," Zhu Qing whispered, "Fangfang is asleep."
Sheng Peirong's laughter softened, and she glanced upstairs.
They all assumed that by this time, Shengfang would already be asleep.
However, who would have thought that in the children's room, the child's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, just like two searchlights.
The little one rolled around in bed, and at such a young age, he actually experienced what insomnia is like.
But this was not a problem for him. The little guy's eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
He waited for a long time until he heard Zhu Qing's voice from the next room. He rolled over and sat up, hugging his pillow.
"Knock knock knock—"
Shengfang stood at the door with her head tilted, eagerly waiting for Qingzai to invite her inside.
He absolutely must tell us about tonight's battle!
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Zhu Qing asked, looking surprised.
A few seconds later, Fangfang finally got her wish.
In the warm bed, the little uncle and the adult niece shared the exciting things that had happened that night.
The first time I heard the word "villain" was from my niece.
It was on the minibus back to the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy at night that he first learned the definition of the word: villain is bad guy.
Now, Fangfang is applying what she's learned, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, her face full of disdain.
"What a stupid villain! He can't even be a bad guy!"
Zhu Qing teased him with a smile, "You can?"
She understood; Sheng Fang certainly knew how to play a villain.
In the original story, he was an ultimate villain whose departure left readers feeling unsatisfied.
Zhu Qing rubbed his little head: "We won't learn those bad things."
Baby Shengfang was sleepy, and her little voice slurred, "That's right, we are righteous police officers!"
Fangfang was almost asleep when she whispered, "With Madam..."
They are Inspector Fang and Madam Ching.
One day, we'll be on duty together!
The moonlight was still, and the uncle and nephew gradually fell asleep in a "big" shape.
Throughout the night, Aunt Ping came upstairs countless times to cover them with their blankets.
...
The police launched separate investigations into the case.
On one hand, the investigation into Wei Huasheng's murder continues, with a focus on confirming Huang Qiulian's alibi. On the other hand, the investigation into the child abuse case from years ago has been reopened, which could very well be her motive for committing the crime now.
After listening to many people, the police finally found the old servant of the Wei family in a rural village house.
The elderly woman was at home taking care of her granddaughter, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms.
When the police explained their purpose and informed her of Wei Huasheng's murder, she was stunned for a long time before finally shaking her head regretfully.
"Could you please recall the circumstances surrounding Mr. and Mrs. Wei back then?" Xiao Sun opened his notebook.
"Those two... they had a very good relationship back then, very loving." The old woman gently patted her granddaughter. "At that time, Mr. Wei's career was just starting out, his wife was gentle and considerate, and they had a lovely child..."
"What happened next?" Zhu Qing pressed.
"But the good times didn't last long. After my wife gave birth, she changed completely. She would cry for no reason, and sometimes she would suddenly lose her temper and argue with her husband," the old man explained. "I later heard that this is called postpartum depression. My daughter-in-law was like that when she gave birth. The doctor said it was a hormonal issue and that family members should spend more time with her."
What do they usually argue about?
“They were all trivial things, like my husband not washing his hands when he came home from get off work and picked up the baby. Now it seems there was no need to argue. I think it might be related to my wife’s constant worry about work.”
“Their elders are all in poor health and it is inconvenient for them to help take care of the child. The couple is also not comfortable leaving Yangyang with me alone, so my wife has to sacrifice herself and stay at home to take care of him.”
The elderly woman recalled, "My husband always talked about the toy company with great enthusiasm, and my wife also wanted to go back to work at the school. She couldn't sleep at night, and during the day she had to take care of the children. She wanted to go back to being a teacher, but she couldn't leave... Who wouldn't be in a good mood?"
“Back then, I had two days off every month. On the day of the incident, I happened to be home. I only heard about it from my neighbor the next day when I got back…”
"They must have been exhausted... If I had been there, things might have been a little better."
The old man instinctively covered his granddaughter's little ears and sighed softly, "What a tragedy."
What's your opinion of Huang Qiulian?
“Ten years ago, the police asked me many questions as well,” the old man replied earnestly. “My wife is very kind. When I first arrived at their home, something happened, and I wanted to get an advance on my salary. Usually, employers would think that there would be more trouble in the future and wouldn’t give me an advance. But my wife still gave me my salary and told me to take care of things at home before I came back. I was gone for more than ten days, and my wife didn’t rush to hire someone else. She waited for me.”
"After Yangyang was born, my wife was sometimes in a bad mood, but I didn't really believe the 'snake mother' stories in the newspapers. Could it be because of her depression at that time, and she wasn't thinking clearly for a while?"
The old man recalled the sensational child abuse case from years ago, which took only a little over a month from the time the case was committed to the sentencing.
After the verdict was handed down, public opinion was generally gratified, while some felt the sentence was too lenient.
"What kind of person is Mr. Wei usually?" Xiao Sun changed the subject.
“I didn’t have much contact with Mr. Wei. Even my salary was paid by his wife.” The old man admitted, “He’s a businessman, so he’s quite shrewd with money. For example, sometimes his wife is a bit forgetful when it’s a holiday, but he remembers it.”
“Mr. Wei is a good person, a very nice employer,” she added, mentioning a detail, “except that he’s a bit fussy. A few times Mr. Wei asked if I ate too much fruit and milk at home. Actually, I don’t eat that much, and it was agreed from the beginning that room and board would be provided…”
"But apart from this, there's nothing else to criticize."
When did you leave the Wei family?
“After my wife went to prison, my husband’s condition deteriorated, and our child was hospitalized.” Her voice turned somber. “Actually, at that time, he didn’t really need me anymore. Two months after that incident, I resigned and went back to my hometown, where I’ve been ever since.”
"Looking back now, it's amazing how ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time really flies."
How are they treating the children?
"Regarding the child—back then, the news was everywhere, and everyone was criticizing my wife, but from the time the child was born until he was one year old, I saw it all. She loved Yangyang the most."
"The same goes for you, sir. How could you not love your own son? Besides, Yangyang is so lovable."
At this point, the old woman's eyes welled up with tears: "Yangyang is very well-behaved. Whenever his father develops a new toy, he brings it to him first. The two of them work together to coax the child and make him happy."
"What can a baby who's only a few months old possibly understand through play? He just holds a toy and giggles..."
"What a pity for this child, he's so pitiful."
...
The police investigation into the murder of Wei Huasheng has reached a stalemate.
Was the deceased truly filled with guilt and Huang Qiulian with resentment? Regardless, at least on the surface, Huang Qiulian was indeed the person with the deepest entanglement with him.
Now that things have come to this point, it's time to bring Huang Qiulian back for questioning.
Under Mo Sir's instructions, Tsang Wing-shan and Leung Kei-kai immediately set off for the community center.
At the same time, Mo Zhenbang flipped through the documents and asked, "Were the visitor records for Sacred Heart Manor not retrieved?"
The three young people looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Let's make another trip." Mo Sir turned to Zhu Qing. "You're coming with me."
Armed with an official letter from the Social Welfare Department, they went to the North District of the New Territories again.
On the way, Mo Zhenbang asked, "What do you think of this case?"
From initially relying on intuition to solve cases, to now gradually getting on the right track and being able to organize the case in a clear and logical manner, Zhu Qing's progress is evident to all.
Mo Zhenbang still remembers several of her brilliant insights.
But this time, Zhu Qing just shook her head in confusion.
She couldn't explain it; the case was too strange.
“We went to great lengths to investigate the connection between Wei Huasheng and the child abuse case, wasn’t that also a kind of preconceived notion? It’s like assuming that someone who seems perfect on the surface must be hiding a dark secret,” Zhu Qing said seriously. “But in fact, so far, all the evidence shows that Wei Huasheng is indeed a good person. He loves his younger brother, is dedicated to charity, is tolerant of his wife, and wholeheartedly protects his son…”
The servants at home, his business partners and employees, his brother's ex-wife, and even his good-for-nothing brother himself, all unanimously praised his character.
The only dissenting voice came from the old servant from ten years ago, who pointed out that he was sometimes too calculating. But when the old woman said this, there was a hint of nostalgia in her tone; wasn't it normal for a businessman to be thrifty?
“The child abuse case from ten years ago has been closed. I’m not trying to exonerate Huang Qiulian… but why is our focus still limited to these few people?” Zhu Qing suddenly turned her head. “In the case of Wei Huasheng’s murder, could it be that the real culprit hasn’t even entered our investigation scope yet?”
Mo Zhenbang raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes: "It seems you've taken my words to heart."
Zhu Qing shook the notebook.
Just a few days ago, Inspector Mo emphasized that handling cases requires evidence and that subjective assumptions should be avoided.
She wrote them all down neatly in her notebook.
After an hour's drive, they finally arrived at Sacred Heart Estate.
Mo Zhenbang was still muttering to himself when, before leaving, Uncle Li nagged again, saying that his stern face would scare the children.
"I'm just going to check the visitor records," Mo Sir muttered irritably. "So long-winded."
...
When the police returned to Sacred Heart Estate, they were greeted by the same volunteer from the previous day.
“An Sheng is still the same as always,” the volunteer said. “He sits by the window in the activity room all day waiting for Mr. Wei. We were worried about him, so we persuaded him to come down and walk around.”
"The weather was nice today, and he was very obedient, coming down with his camera."
"Look, he's over there taking pictures of the dew that's condensed in the afternoon. Quiet children often have unique perspectives and can always discover beauty that others can't see."
The volunteer pointed to a path not far away, where a thin boy was holding a camera and intently observing the water droplets.
Zhu Qing and Mo Zhenbang stood watching, but did not go forward to disturb them.
"The visitor log is here. Please follow me."
Zhu Qing followed the volunteer into the office and took the visitor logbook handed to her.
She glanced through the documents and found that Wei Huasheng visited his son almost every week, sometimes staying for three or four days.
Although everyone says Sacred Heart Manor is very professional in caring for children, it's ultimately not a real home. If the deceased cared so much for his son, why did he leave him there so long-term?
This question had been troubling Zhu Qing, and it lingered in her mind even more as she left with the notebook.
Outside the door, Mo Zhenbang had just finished a phone call and habitually reached for his cigarette case.
A passing caregiver immediately cast a look at him to stop him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Zhenbang spotted Wei Ansheng taking pictures of flower stamens covered in dew not far away.
He paused, silently stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."
"Let's go back first," he said to Zhu Qing. "Huang Qiulian has already arrived."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Ansheng, who was not far away, suddenly looked up.
He turned his intact left eye, as if searching for something.
Zhu Qing was taken aback by this sudden reaction.
Yesterday, he didn't respond to any of Zeng Yongshan's words or actions, but now he seemed to have heard something.
Memories flooded her mind, and she suddenly recalled that during a tea party for special needs children at the community center, Huang Qiulian had decisively turned off the microphone that was making a buzzing sound due to a poor connection. At the time, she and Zeng Yongshan both thought that the loud music playing from the speakers was disturbing the children, but in reality, the sound that autistic children are most sensitive to and resistant to is the high-frequency noise emitted by the microphone.
Is it because of work experience?
She clearly remembers that the work between the Letong Development Center and the community center had only just begun. Social worker Ms. Lu had said that, considering Huang Qiulian's history of child abuse, the community center would never have agreed to let her stay if they had known about this activity beforehand.
Since Huang Qiulian was isolated from communicating with those children, how did she learn about the special needs of children with autism?
And this volunteer.
Yesterday afternoon, when asked if anyone had visited her child, her action of stroking the metal clasp of the folder was an unconscious habit, or was she hiding something?
"Wei Ansheng's mother actually came to see him too," Zhu Qing suddenly turned around and asked, "Didn't she?"
She looked directly into the volunteer's eyes.
The air seemed to freeze.
The other party's prolonged silence at this point is the answer.
This discovery overturned previous assumptions.
It turns out that Huang Qiulian knew her son was still alive, and Wei Huasheng was not carrying out any conspiracy.
They were never truly opposed, but rather reached a consensus on some unknown level.
Protect their shared child.
...
In the interrogation room, Huang Qiulian stared blankly ahead.
This scene was all too familiar to her.
The cold walls, the glaring lights, the police's gaze scrutinizing her face—she could even foresee every step that was about to happen.
Just now, officers from the Yau Ma Tei Police Station's Major Crimes Unit discreetly escorted her from the community center without alerting anyone. She then learned that the volunteer wearing the name tag at yesterday's event was also a police officer.
At this moment, Huang Qiulian sat on the plastic chair with her hands empty, no longer having any cleaning tools to play with, and could only lower her head and remain silent.
Liang Qikai pushed open the door and entered, exchanging a meaningful glance with Uncle Li.
The police have received the latest confirmed information.
“Wei Huasheng wasn’t the only one who went to Sacred Heart Manor to visit Wei Ansheng.” Liang Qikai tapped the table. “You know your son is still alive.”
Huang Qiulian did not meet his gaze and remained expressionless.
“Wei Huasheng’s large annual donations are enough to make the hospital turn a blind eye to some minor concealments,” Liang Qikai said. “Wei Huasheng’s name is only on the official visitor registration, but we found that you go twice a month. Your colleagues in the community all thought that you always stayed in the dormitory alone when you were off, but in fact, you would occasionally sneak out. You were just very careful and no one noticed.”
“You and Wei Huasheng were both secretly investigating Wei Ansheng, but you never went together.” Liang Qikai leaned over the interrogation table. “Why were you so secretive? What secrets does this child hold?”
Liang Qikai seemed to be performing a one-man show to thin air, with no response from the other party.
"If the deceased used the company's name to issue an obituary and registered the child's household registration with the institution, it wasn't to avoid you..." Uncle Li's voice was calm, unlike his usual impatient tone, "Then what was it for?"
Huang Qiulian pursed her lips.
"Tell us anything you need, and we'll help you."
Huang Qiulian said softly, "The police have never been able to help me."
Uncle Li did not rush to refute, but instead slowly persuaded him.
"The child has lost his father."
“An Sheng always sits by the window waiting, from afternoon until sunset, waiting for you.”
Huang Qiulian's eyes flickered, and she gently clenched her hands on the edge of the table.
"Wei Huasheng kept his son's affairs a secret from everyone, but told you the only one, which shows he trusted you completely."
"What was he trying to say during those years of prison visits that you repeatedly refused?"
Time passed second by second.
Someone knocked on the door, and Uncle Li got up, took a glass of warm water, and pushed it in front of her.
He leaned back in his chair, looking down at the documents, as if he wasn't in a hurry to find the answer.
The rustling sound of pages turning echoed in the spacious inquiry room.
Until one moment, they finally heard Huang Qiulian's voice.
Hua Sheng said he was being monitored.
"It's like there's a ghost watching him from the shadows."
"The case from back then... was also committed by them."
...
Teacher Ji always knew that the children in the toddler class loved to share "big news" from home during free play time.
Today, the young master of the Sheng family vividly recounted the story of a wealthy family fighting over inheritance all day long.
"Wow! I know that!" Jinbao exclaimed excitedly. "That's how it's always shown on TV!"
“My mommy loves watching these kinds of shows!” Coconut Baby added excitedly.
"What's so interesting about this?" A-Juan mysteriously pushed up her small glasses. "Cartoons are much better."
Recently, Shengfang, the little boy, doesn't have anything new to share, but his older sister does.
Recalling the scene from last night, he gestured wildly, and when he mentioned the most exciting part, he even clapped his hands.
When someone leads the applause, others will join in to cheer them on.
Several children clapped their chubby little hands in unison. Even though they didn't know what had happened at the Sheng family, the atmosphere was already set.
As Teacher Ji tidied up the teaching aids in the activity area, she chuckled to herself.
Working at this job for so long has really broadened my horizons; now I can even hear inside information about the board of directors.
"My older sister is going to work soon!" Sheng Fang said with anticipation. "I want to take her there myself!"
"Fangfang! Are you going to ride your bike to take your older sister to work?"
"How sharp!"
The children are seriously considering whether or not to remove the training wheels from their little bicycles.
Will I be laughed at by bad people if I ride a tricycle to the company? But if I take it apart, he can smash it, but I can't.
This serious question troubled Shengfang for the entire day.
When school was over, he slowly followed at the back of the line, his little face full of focus.
As Fangfang prepares to leave kindergarten, she faces another worry.
Where to go now?
I went to Yau Ma Tei to visit my niece and audit her class; it was a lot of fun.
Should I go back to Kadoorie Hill to see my older sister? She was so amazing last night, she was absolutely stunning! He's her number one fan now!
It's fun to go anywhere; he has a lot of choices.
The young master was pondering, shaking his head, when a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Young master, it's time to go." Aunt Ping appeared out of nowhere and said with a smile, "You have fencing class today."
The little figure holding the baby froze, and then smiled—
It's so infuriating!
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