Chapter 103 "That's a dangerous individual!"
On the school bus at dismissal time, the children are like chatterboxes, their little mouths never stopping.
Master Hu played children's songs, the cheerful melody accompanying the children's excitement and anticipation of returning home, even making the tune more lively.
The sound of the little coconut flakes amplified in Shengfang's ears.
You believe me?
Shengfang tilted her head: "Otherwise what?"
Coconut Silk's skepticism made Sheng Fang realize that she was a silly child. She even wrinkled her little nose and asked him if he believed her!
His niece is a police officer; she never lies.
"I solved many of the cases," Sheng Fang explained good-naturedly. "Of course the police station couldn't function without me!"
He gave Coconut a lot of examples. He was there when his niece was looking for a deaf-mute witness at the Temple Street night market; he was there when she pretended to be her son and infiltrated a spiritual healing society; he was also there when she danced ballet like a plump swan at the dance center... He couldn't remember any of the more distant examples, but he was Ching-jai's lucky star. With him as her little sir, the cases were solved much more efficiently.
"Letting it go will make things twice as effective," Coconut Silk enthusiastically reminded us.
"Really? That's twice the result with half the effort!"
Shengfang has a very sophisticated way of saying this.
Coconut Baby initially turned her head away in disbelief, then gradually became skeptical, and finally accepted it wholeheartedly, her eyes shining with longing, before returning to the original question.
"Can I go to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station with you?"
“No, John doesn’t allow children in our department,” Sheng Fang refused her decisively. “Besides, I’m not going there for fun.”
Coconut Baby used to think that Shengfang was a great friend.
However, now that she is four years old, she has cleverly discovered the flaw in these words: "You are a child too."
Shengfang waved her little hand.
We simply don't see eye to eye, let's stop talking.
As soon as the school bus turned into Yau Ma Tei, Sheng Fang raised her chubby little hand: "Uncle Hu, I want to get off!"
The school bus follows a fixed route, and driver Mr. Hu takes every child home safely every day along the same route. At each designated stop, he always stops the bus and waits until the parents arrive to pick up their children before the school bus sets off again.
Shengfang had long noticed that many parents lacked a sense of time. Although school was supposed to end at 4 p.m., he would actually get home very late, and all that wasted time was simply waiting for others.
Today, the time that should have been given to other children was wasted by the blooming.
Because the young master of the Sheng family insisted on getting off the bus at Yau Ma Tei where no one would be there to meet him.
The school bus driver didn't have a mobile phone, so he had to take the children to the nearest public phone booth.
Just before getting off the bus, Mr. Hu suddenly asked, "Young man, do you remember your niece's phone number?"
"You don't even know this?" Sheng Fang tilted her little face up. "Aren't you an adult?"
Uncle Hu scratched his head.
He's an adult, not a contact list. With so many kids in the school, does he have to remember every single parent's number?
"I really don't know—"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of sweet, eager voices rang out, impatiently telling him the answer.
"It's 999!"
"The emergency number is 999, of course!"
...
Zhu Qing ran quickly out of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
She had been busy for a moment, so she opened her phone's contact list, her fingertip lingering on the keys for a moment before slowly withdrawing. Before, Cheng Xinglang's name was always listed near the top of the alphabet, so she could easily dial it, and he never refused.
Now that he has been gone for five months, the distance between them has only made him clearer in her mind.
This case is related to the Cheng family.
In their limited time together, Cheng Xinglang never brought up the past. He always wore a nonchalant smile, as if all his pain had been sealed away along with the case files. But Zhu Qing clearly saw the clippings he collected, neatly and meticulously arranged in folders according to year and specific date. Given Cheng Xinglang's carefree personality, how could he have persisted for so many years if he hadn't been holding onto those grievances all along?
Lost in thought, Zhu Qing had already arrived at the school bus stop.
Mr. Hu was waiting by the roadside with Shengfang, a little boy.
"I'm sorry," Zhu Qing nodded slightly, "I've caused you trouble."
The elder looked up, filled with relief as she gazed at her niece.
Aunt Ping always says that Qingzai has become more humane, and it seems that it really is true. In the past, Qingzai would always have a sour face towards everyone, and she would never apologize for something as trivial as taking up other people's time.
"Don't mention it, it's my pleasure." Master Hu waved his hand with a smile. "It's mainly because the child is still young, and I'm worried. But next time, it's best to let me know in advance."
Shengfang was grinning with an innocent smile when she suddenly heard her niece's cold and ruthless voice.
"There won't be a next time," Zhu Qing promised. "I'll beat him up when I get back."
Fangfang blinked, and her smile gradually disappeared.
Did you hear that right?
Normally, if Fangfang doubts whether she heard correctly, she will definitely ask to confirm. But at this moment, the little girl chose to remain silent, obediently following Zhu Qing to the police station, pretending that nothing had happened.
“Next time, if Aunt Ping doesn’t come to pick you up,” Zhu Qing warned sternly as they walked, “you’re not allowed to get off the bus in Yau Ma Tei on your own, do you hear me?”
Shengfang pouted and said, "I know, I know."
"You're still not convinced?"
The short walk led to the CID office.
He rushed directly to Weng Zhaolin, as if he had found a powerful backer.
"John! John! Look at her!"
This uninvited child was placed next to Weng Zhaolin.
I don't know when it started, but Weng Sir's office became a temporary childcare facility. The two of them, one big and one small, stared at each other, and they seemed to be having a good time.
With his keen senses at their peak, Shengfang recognized that a new case had indeed come in at the police station today. John was overwhelmed, while his colleagues whispered amongst themselves. He peered out from his bag, pulled out a small notebook, and began taking notes.
What are you writing?
Weng Zhaolin came closer and saw that the child had drawn a little figure in his notebook, clenching his fist and cheering himself on.
The little uncle is cheering Qingzai on!
In the CID office, officers sat at their desks, flipping through documents.
The new approach shifted the investigation in a new direction.
The case files from back then were too thick.
Zhu Qing's fingers gently turned a page; it was a missing person notice published in the newspaper eighteen years ago. The photo was taken in a hospital ward; eight-year-old Cheng Xinglang had finally pulled through after emergency treatment. A reporter had done a feature on the child, hoping to find his missing younger brother. He was too young then to remember even the color of his brother's clothes when he was taken away; he could only provide fragmented descriptions. For example, his brother was quiet, left-handed, and loved to sleep with a teddy bear.
“It’s certain that my younger brother is left-handed,” Zeng Yongshan pointed out the key point.
“Cheng Xingyu…” Xu Jiale murmured the unfamiliar name, “Eighteen years have passed, and his name has probably been changed long ago. Even he himself might not remember it.”
“Besides Xinglang, this child is the only surviving direct relative.” Uncle Li frowned. “Eighteen years is enough time for a six-year-old child to grow into an adult.”
“Based on the older brother’s genes, it shouldn’t be a problem for the younger brother to grow to six feet one inch,” Xu Jiale said, trying to lighten the mood.
However, no one responded to his joke.
Xu Jiale sighed and silently shut his mouth.
Police officers always only look at the evidence when handling cases. They don't care who the murderer is; as long as the person is brought back, that's all that matters.
But if the real culprit is Cheng Xinglang's younger brother whom he has been searching for for eighteen years... Cheng Xinglang had already climbed out of the shadows once when he was a child, which was not easy. Now that he has to go through it again, not only would he find it hard to bear, but even his colleagues would feel sorry for him.
“This case isn’t just about Dr. Cheng.” Mo Zhenbang closed the case file and suddenly spoke, “That couple can’t have died in vain, and the missing girl must be found.”
"Whether it's eighteen years or twenty-eight years, as long as the person is still in Hong Kong, we will definitely be able to find them."
...
On rare nights when they had to work overtime, Shengfang followed the police officers like a little tail, even enjoying her boxed lunch.
"How was that disappearance case from eighteen years ago investigated?" Xu Jiale asked.
“Back then, we used the most basic method,” Uncle Li said. “We went door to door asking, we searched through all the trash cans in the park, and we didn’t even spare the homeless people on the street.”
"But that's just a six-year-old child. If someone deliberately hides him, how could they possibly find out?"
"That madman from back then has been thoroughly investigated. He has no relatives or friends at all, so who can we entrust the child to?"
“Given the killer’s insane mental state, what normal arrangements could he possibly make?” Zeng Yongshan said, biting a disposable chopstick. “If the younger brother’s cognition was distorted during his growth, and the ‘ritual’ was reenacted eighteen years later to overwrite his childhood memories, then that would make sense.”
"The chocolate I loved as a child is also part of the reproduction."
Shengfang held her small notebook and diligently scribbled and wrote.
Sleepiness was slow to come; he was on standby, his energy so high he looked like he could immediately put on his police badge and rush to the scene.
At 9:00 AM sharp, the long-awaited on-site inspection finally began.
Shengfang, the little one, kept up with Qingzai's pace without holding her back. When it was time to get on the bus, she climbed up using both hands and feet, and when it was time to get off, she jumped down with a "thud." Her energetic little appearance showed that she was already a member of the group.
The night market behind the Zhengqin Building was just starting to get lively.
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan asked each stall owner, while Sheng Fang stood on tiptoe to hold up the photos.
"I don't remember."
"With so many people every day, how can I possibly remember them all..."
As we walked along the street to the corner, an elderly man at a fruit stall suddenly spoke up: "Officer, are you asking about Mr. Bao and Mrs. Bao?"
This fruit stall stood out as exceptionally clean among the other food stalls.
“You’ve asked the wrong person,” the old man said. “Mrs. Bao never buys those greasy snacks. She’s a nurse and always tells her daughter that they’re unhygienic.”
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan stepped forward.
"Uncle," Zeng Yongshan asked, "have you seen them recently?"
"Mrs. Bao came to buy oranges a few days ago."
"Just her alone?"
“Just her.” The old man said, then suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to the path behind the stall. “But later, a tall man was talking to Mrs. Bao there.”
"What did that person look like? What did they say?"
"How would I know?" The old man shook his head. "He was wearing a mask and a hat, so I couldn't even see his face clearly. He left very quickly."
"What specific day?"
“Last Saturday,” the old man said with certainty, “my grandson came to our house for dinner that day, so I set up my stall late.”
Lai Danhe's daughter's statement indicated that the deceased suddenly contacted her last Saturday, three days ago.
The deceased told her on the phone that if anything happened to her, she should take her sister and leave immediately.
At this moment, the police officer couldn't help but suspect that it was the appearance of that mysterious man that made her sense that death was approaching.
On the way back, the discussion in the carriage came and went intermittently.
This case has everyone on edge.
Shengfang sat in the back seat, swinging her short legs.
After listening to the adults mention Dr. Cheng repeatedly all night, he finally realized and belatedly asked, "He's back?"
“No, courses can’t just end anytime.” Zeng Yongshan reached out and ruffled Fangfang’s hair. “Didn’t you say last time that you wouldn’t be back until spring?”
The carriage was silent for a moment.
Spring is the season of renewal, and I only hope that by then, the chill of winter will have been completely dispelled by the vibrant spring breeze.
Back home, Zhu Qing went straight to the study.
The computer screen lit up, and her fingers hovered above the keyboard, pausing for a long time before finally falling.
With a twelve-hour time difference, it should be 10 a.m. where he is.
In the bathroom outside the study, Sheng Peirong and Aunt Ping were urging Mr. Fang, who had been working overtime until this late, to wash up.
"What case is so urgent?" Sheng Peirong asked casually.
Aunt Ping: "That's right, they suddenly started working overtime. They were fine when they left home this morning."
With his mouth full of toothpaste foam, he mumbled, "It's Dr. Cheng's case."
Sheng Peirong was taken aback: "What?"
Shengfang held up her chubby little finger and made a "shh" gesture over her mouth.
"The case is confidential and I cannot disclose any information."
In fact, he himself did not know the specifics.
But dressing up as a majestic police officer feels absolutely wonderful!
...
The next morning, before all the officers had arrived at the CID office, several copies of the morning newspaper were already scattered on their workstations.
Zhu Qing casually flipped open a document, and the front page headline prominently featured photos of the Zhengqin Building.
In the morning light, the anxious faces of several residents were captured by a camera in front of the high-rise building.
“Inspector Weng brought it this morning,” Liang Qikai said. “He just put it down and left without saying a word.”
Zeng Yongshan sighed softly, "This is a silent pressure."
Haozai chimed in, "We're racing against the media right now. What if they find out this is a rehash of an old case..."
Mo Zhenbang came out and said, "It's not about waiting for the media to find out; the police must take the initiative to report it."
He looked around at everyone: "You've oversimplified this case. What's the most terrifying thing if a similar case repeats itself?"
The office was completely silent.
“It’s not just one or two lives.” Mo Zhenbang’s voice turned somber. “It’s indiscriminate killing, and victims will appear one after another.”
After he finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously swept towards the telephone on his desk.
These past two days, what Mo Zhenbang feared most was the sudden ringing of that piercing bell.
At 9:00 AM, the reconnaissance teams began their operation.
One team was tasked with tracking down the packaging of the soft-centered chocolate found at the scene, searching supermarkets and shops throughout Hong Kong that were still selling the chocolate. Another team reviewed CCTV footage around the Zhengqin Building, looking for the tall man with distinctive features.
Uncle Li then took Zhu Qing and Hao Zai straight to the Canoan Sanatorium to retrieve recent visit records.
Zhu Qing recalled the figure she saw at that time.
She was accompanying her mother to rehabilitation when she was fastening her seatbelt as they left. In a fleeting moment, through the car window and the sanatorium's glass, Zhu Qing assumed she was seeing things.
But what if Cheng Xinglang's younger brother might appear...?
Could the similar features and eyebrows beneath that mask belong to Cheng Xingyu, who has been missing for eighteen years?
The police car drove into the garage.
After a series of investigations, Haozai frowned and flipped through his notebook.
"All patients' family members and scheduled visitors were verified that day, and nothing suspicious was found."
As a top-tier sanatorium, Jia Nuo An has always maintained tight security. Sheng Peirong lived there for over ten years without being discovered by anyone, and even Pei Junyi repeatedly ran into trouble. How did that person manage to sneak in?
"Could it be a staff member? A cleaner, someone who works transporting equipment or medicine? Or..."
The security guard then remembered something and pulled out a registration book: "Does the engineer from the medical equipment company count? He's registered separately, not in the same registration book as regular visitors."
The gatekeeper handed the registration book to Zhu Qing.
She looked down and saw the sign in the registration column:
"Huanheng Medical Equipment Company, Jiang Yi."
"The timing matches up," Zhu Qing asked. "Can you access the surveillance footage?"
The surveillance footage was quickly brought up.
A blurry figure appeared on the screen. The man, dressed in dark overalls, wearing a mask and hat, walked naturally toward the elevator. A nurse opened the door for him.
“Someone comes to maintain the equipment every quarter,” the security guard explained. “It’s arranged by Dr. Wang.”
The police went to Dr. Wang's office to verify the information.
Dr. Wang confirmed that this was indeed the case, and the nurse on duty who helped open the door also said that everything was normal and she did not find anything unusual.
"Was someone present with him throughout the entire inspection process?"
"No, that's not the case... It wasn't a problem with the equipment, and we're not professionals in that area. Anyway, the equipment was indeed fixed in the end."
With this clue in mind, the police rushed to Huanheng Medical Company.
“We do indeed send staff to the Jianuoan Sanatorium every quarter to maintain and repair equipment,” the HR manager checked the records. “But the maintenance period for this quarter hasn’t started yet, and…”
The person in charge looked up, puzzled: "Our company doesn't have an employee named Jiang Yi."
The police officer noted this suspicious detail and continued the investigation.
At 3 p.m., Zhu Qing sat in front of the computer, repeatedly dragging the monitoring progress bar.
The surveillance footage froze on the figure of the mysterious man.
He kept his head down the entire time, skillfully avoiding every camera angle that might capture his face. The nursing home, for the sake of patient privacy, only installed a small number of surveillance cameras in the main corridors, giving him ample time to move around.
The footage shows that he stayed in the unmonitored area for a full twenty minutes.
That's enough to get a lot done.
"What exactly is he here for?" Zeng Yongshan stared at the screen, her brows furrowed.
Zhu Qing shook her head and dragged the progress bar back to the starting point.
...
Before evening, a new email notification lit up on the computer screen.
Cheng Xinglang's reply consisted of only four simple words.
be safe.
Zhu Qing stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Police have just released a new statement, strongly denouncing the perpetrator as cruel and currently on the run, with a high probability of committing another crime.
As soon as the news broke, panic spread immediately.
The Major Crimes Unit's investigation is ongoing, but so far, leads remain scarce.
In the evening, the officers had a simple meal at the police station cafeteria.
Ben, the forensic pathologist, sat down in front of them with a tray of food: "Any progress on the case?"
Several people shook their heads.
"Any news from Dr. Cheng?" Xu Jiale asked.
“We at Dr. Chan can’t get in touch with Cheng Xinglang.” Ben took a bite of his sandwich. “But we did call his advisor. The professor sounded very relaxed and said that the project report wasn’t finished yet, and it was the last minute, so it was impossible to release him now.”
The colleagues started discussing it.
In fact, it's a good thing that Dr. Cheng isn't in the country. Considering the possible identity of the murderer and the fact that the modus operandi clearly targets the Cheng family's old case, his being abroad at this time actually avoids direct danger. The psychological impact also needs a buffer period; it might be more appropriate for him to face the truth after the case is solved.
"Is he a high-priority protected individual?" Ben laughed. "It's good that he's staying abroad peacefully; otherwise, I don't know how he would face the world..."
After finishing his light meal, Ben left with his coffee and tray.
The remaining officers continued discussing the case.
Less than 48 hours after the incident, the police had only obtained partial clues.
The perpetrator was male, tall, and left-handed. He left behind chocolate wrappers of a specific brand at the scene, but no DNA was found on them. Combined with the highly replicated crime scene, police suspected the perpetrator was likely Cheng Xinglang's younger brother, who had been missing for eighteen years. However, they knew almost nothing about the killer.
The police investigation has stalled, and the only breakthrough now is the phone call that the deceased, Lai Danhe, made to her daughter before her death.
The officers continued their investigation, reviewing her bank statements and work records. The nurse's life was straightforward, with no connection whatsoever to the Cheng family or the Mingde Mental Health Rehabilitation Center.
After leaving the police station cafeteria, Zhu Qing dialed Sheng Peirong's number.
"I knew you wouldn't be home for dinner," Sheng Peirong's voice, tinged with laughter, came from the other end of the phone. "I've already asked Aunt Ping to cook less for you."
"Are you outside?" Zhu Qing heard the radio broadcast in the background.
“Here to get rehabilitation,” Sheng Peirong said. “He’s still in the car.”
"You're being so obedient today?"
"No manners at all," Sheng Peirong laughed. "Just like Fangfang."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Qing seemed lost in thought.
She recalled the surveillance footage; the mysterious man had broken into the nursing home, certainly not to repair equipment. The police had already checked the records of all the patients in the facility but found nothing.
Zhu Qing suddenly remembered another possibility.
Are there any newly admitted patients who haven't been added to the list yet?
This thought prompted her to immediately drive to the Canoan Sanatorium.
As soon as she got out of the car, she ran into Uncle Nian, who was waiting outside for Sheng Peirong's rehabilitation.
"Coming over so late?" Uncle Nian asked with a smile.
"Some official business," Zhu Qing replied briefly, her gaze turning towards the main building of the sanatorium.
She entered the nursing home lobby, passed the spot in the corridor where the man had stood, and turned to look at the security camera.
The camera only captured a blurry silhouette; he was all too familiar with the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.
“Miss Zhu?” Nurse Dai passed by, somewhat surprised. “Looking for your mother? She’s in the rehabilitation room.”
"Nurse Dai, have there been any new patients admitted recently?"
"this……"
Zhu Qingliang showed his identification: "I am currently investigating a criminal case."
Nurse Dai was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "I almost forgot you're a police officer."
She took Zhu Qing to the records room and retrieved the list of newly admitted patients.
"These are patients who were admitted to the hospital in the last six months."
Zhu Qing quickly glanced at the list, her gaze settling on a familiar name.
Feng Ningyun.
In the case of the real and fake Lin Tingchao, Rong Zimei's biological mother, Feng Ningyun, once lived in the Saigon branch of the Mingde Mental Health Center under the alias "Pan Meng".
And now, she's here.
Nurse Dai was not familiar with Feng Ningyun's situation, so she retrieved her detailed file.
"Ms. Feng is a special care patient transferred from Mingde Mental Rehabilitation Center. We mainly accept general patients, but we have a special area that can accept psychiatric patients who need continuous professional care."
What was the reason for the transfer?
"The file says 'improve the convalescent environment,' but her daughter believes that the environment at the Mingde Mental Health Center is not conducive to Ms. Feng's recovery."
Zhu Qing continued reading and discovered another familiar name: Rong Zimei's adoptive mother.
After inheriting the family business, presumably to make it easier to visit her, she placed both her birth mother and adoptive mother here.
Zhu Qing asked, "I want to see Feng Ningyun."
"I'm sorry," the other party said hesitantly, carefully choosing his words, "We need formal documents for the investigation; otherwise, it's inconvenient to bother the patient."
...
According to regulations, no action can be taken before the transfer order is issued.
Zhu Qing could only temporarily drive away from the Jianuoan Sanatorium and apply for a special expedited procedure.
Rong Zimei's biological mother, Feng Ningyun, lived at the Mingde Mental Health Rehabilitation Center for more than 20 years.
That place was also where the murderers who killed Cheng Xinglang's parents fled.
How did they find out?
Zhu Qing meticulously analyzed the case clues along the way.
As my thoughts raced, the car drove through the night and unknowingly entered the secluded mountain road of Hewentian, stopping in front of a small villa.
According to old case files, this is Cheng Xinglang's home.
This house used to be home to a family of four, but later he was the only one left.
Cheng Xinglang stubbornly stayed. Some said he didn't move out to look for clues that the police had missed, while others said he was just waiting for his younger brother to come home.
Zhu Qing opened the car door, and the night wind no longer carried the chill of winter.
This small villa has long been a haunted house, standing desolately at the corner of the mountain road, appearing exceptionally lonely.
Behind the closed door, the scene from that year seemed to pierce through the case file; the bloodstains dragging across the floor were so horrifying that even those who weren't there would find it hard to forget.
Cheng Xinglang rarely came back, preferring to live in his office at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
Only on New Year's Eve would he prepare the reunion dinner alone and stay quietly at home, as if time had never passed.
The cell phone rang abruptly.
"Zhu Qing, where are you?" Zeng Yongshan's voice came through the receiver. "The warrant for assistance has been handed over."
"By the way, the criminal psychology team just released an assessment. From the soft chocolate wrapper to the teddy bear that the little girl was taken away, to the tidy room... this may be the obsession of the victim. The killer exhibits obvious antisocial personality traits and may return to the scene of the crime."
"Ah Tou suspects that Dr. Cheng's brother may return to the same place and is deploying police forces to surround the house in Ho Man Tin."
Zhu Qing's gaze swept across a window on the second floor.
"I'm right here."
Mo Zhenbang's voice came through: "Evacuate immediately."
Just as Zhu Qing was about to respond, she heard footsteps behind her.
"That's a dangerous individual!" the warning continued on the other end of the phone.
Zhu Qing turned around abruptly, her right hand quickly pressing down on her sidearm.
The footsteps on the gravel road were very light, but they were definitely there. As I turned around, a figure was quickly disappearing into the alleyway.
Her fingers gripped her pistol tightly as she followed the sound.
The path was narrow and the streetlights were dim. Zhu Qing was not familiar with the terrain and quickly lost track of her target.
She stopped, held her breath, and tried to locate the source of the sound.
The gruesome scene flashed through her mind.
A cold corpse, splattered blood, a killer with antisocial personality disorder...
besides--
Zhu Qing turned her head and looked at the quiet little villa again.
And... at the turn of the year, when the clock strikes midnight and you say "Happy New Year."
The unresolved doubts in my mind suddenly connected and were resolved one by one.
"Cheng Xinglang".
Zhu Qing suddenly spoke, her voice soft but firm.
"come out."
A long wait.
In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.
He took off his mask and baseball cap, revealing a familiar face.
Even his mentor in the United States helped cover it up.
In reality, Cheng Xinglang must have discovered something, and he had quietly returned to China a month earlier to investigate the truth behind the danger on his own.
They stood facing each other in the dimly lit alley.
The two were a step apart.
He stood there, then suddenly his lips twitched, and his smile deepened.
He could still laugh.
“I knew it.” Cheng Xinglang took half a step forward. “You’ll be the first person to find me.”
...
Sheng Peirong was still talking about it when she got home.
“This Coco came to the sanatorium and didn’t even say hello to me.”
"If Uncle Nian hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known she had been here."
Shengfang didn't even look up, focusing on building with Lego: "Big sister, you're so long-winded. Young people should prioritize their careers."
Sheng Peirong ignored him and turned to Aunt Ping, saying, "This morning, as soon as Coco opened her eyes, she rushed into the study to turn on the computer without even eating breakfast."
"Yes, yes!" Aunt Ping nodded repeatedly. "I've never seen Qingqing like this before."
The moonlight was bright outside the window, and the two started gossiping.
Aunt Ping started first.
"On the day of the kindergarten performance, Qingqing's car broke down on the way. One phone call and the handsome doctor rushed over without hesitation. The next day, he even fixed the car!"
"When Qingqing was hospitalized with a broken collarbone, he was always there whenever she needed him."
"And that time, Qingqing accompanied you to the surgery. We couldn't help at all, but the handsome doctor prepared a thick stack of surgical documents in advance and waited downstairs before dawn to take her to the airport."
Sheng Peirong: "When I was hospitalized in Berlin, they talked on the phone every day."
"He even prepared so many toys for the young master, he really put his heart into it!" Aunt Ping continued.
"I originally thought they..."
"I just don't know what Coco is thinking—"
Shengfang naturally joined the conversation: "I don't feel anything anymore!"
"What does this mean?" Aunt Ping pushed up her reading glasses.
Sheng Peirong asked in surprise, "Did Coco tell you herself?"
"It was shown on TV."
Shengfang remained calm and composed.
Looks like they used the right lines again.
“Little brother, this isn’t something you can decide,” Sheng Peirong said.
Aunt Ping stepped forward.
What does the young master mean by speaking English?
The eldest sister and Aunt Ping were still whispering to each other.
Shengfang deliberately ended her gossip session and focused on building an exquisite Lego stool.
Its chubby little body sits up like a little giant.
With a "crack," the stool disappeared, leaving only a pile of small parts on the ground.
Shengfang bent over, searching, her little voice filled with disappointment: "The quality is poor."
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