Chapter 103 Old lady, I'm here to accompany you
Fu Quezhou threw the white coat he took off into the trash can and left the hospital and returned to his car.
He tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel twice, then took out his cell phone and sent an anonymous text message to Yang Yuanzheng.
Yang Yuanzheng was on his way to the police station when he heard that Zhang Biao had been arrested.
Hearing the notification tone, he picked up his phone and opened the text message.
The content is: I hope you like this gift.
He looked at the number and it was an unfamiliar number.
Just when he was wondering, the bearded man called and he quickly answered the call.
Then the bearded man stammered, "Master, Young Master Sun just... stopped breathing."
Yang Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, staring at the anonymous text message on the phone screen, and dialed the number with trembling fingers.
After a few rings, the other party answered. Yang Yuanzheng hurriedly asked, "Who are you?"
A low chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "From your tone, it seems that you received a call from the hospital. How about this gift I gave you? Are you satisfied?"
Yang Yuanzheng could naturally tell who the voice belonged to.
He screamed into the phone, "Fu Quezhou, you beast, I'm going to kill you!!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Quezhou curled his lips, but his voice was as cold as ice: "When you get older, you should be less angry. If you touch my people, I will kill your grandson. One life for another, it's fair."
"Besides, you also feel really bad for Yang Yongqiang. If you can't do it, I'll help you."
When Yang Yuanzheng heard this, he was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. "You beast, you are worse than pigs and dogs!"
Hearing this comment, Fu Quezhou sneered and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
After saying that, Fu Quezhou hung up the phone with a snap.
Yang Yuanzheng yelled and cursed in the car, then said to the driver, "Turn around and go to the hospital!"
When Yang Yuanzheng arrived at the hospital, he only saw Yang Yongqiang being pushed out of the ward covered with a white cloth.
In an instant, his entire body seemed to have its spine pulled out. He staggered backwards and finally bumped into the wall.
At his age, he still has to endure the pain of losing his grandson, which is undoubtedly a huge sorrow.
He seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant. Although this grandson did not meet his expectations of an ideal heir, he was still his closest blood relative.
He lifted the white cloth with trembling hands. Yang Yongqiang's face was pale and he looked like he was dying.
He waved his hand weakly and asked people to take Yang Yongqiang back for burial.
Then he looked into the void, his eyes bloodshot, "Fu Quezhou, I'm not done with you!"
Wen City, Mao County.
Su Yumian stayed with his father in his hometown for seven days. After cremating the seventh day after his mother's death, Fu Quezhou drove to pick him up.
Su Yumian's original intention was to have Su's father go to Hezhou City with him, so that he could be by his side and at least have someone to look after him.
"Dad, please come with us to Hezhou City. I'm worried about you being alone at home."
Father Su stood by the window and glanced at Fu Quezhou who was waiting by the car downstairs. He sighed and said slowly, "The child has grown up and has his own life. Why should I follow him?"
He looked down on Fu Quezhou, but from the moment Su's mother got into trouble and was sent to the hospital.
From the time he passed away to the time he helped Su Yumian with the funeral, Su's father saw it all.
Since his son likes her, why should he be the one to break them up?
Besides, he has his own things to do.
Seeing that Fu Quezhou was still waiting, Father Su urged, "Go ahead, don't keep him waiting for too long. Just come back and see me and your mother when you have time."
Su Yumian's eyes turned slightly red and she sniffed.
He made up his mind that after sending the murderer of Su's mother to prison and finishing his work in Hezhou City, he would resign and come back to accompany Su's father.
As long as he talks to Fu Quezhou nicely, he will probably agree.
Thinking of this, Su Yumian nodded and said, "Okay, then call me if you have anything."
"I understand. Go ahead."
After taking a deep look at Su's father, Su Yumian reluctantly went downstairs.
Fu Quezhou saw him coming down alone and asked in surprise, "Where's Dad?"
Su Yumian sighed helplessly, "He doesn't want to go to Hezhou with us. He wants to accompany my mother."
Upon hearing this, Fu Quezhou looked up at the window on the third floor where the Su family was located, and his gaze just happened to meet Su's father's.
He nodded gently to Su's father and said to Su Yumian, "It's okay. If you want to come back in the future, I will accompany you."
"Yeah, okay."
Fu Quezhou opened the car door for him, and the two got in the car and drove away.
After the car drove away, Su's father returned to the bedroom, took out Su's mother's portrait, held it in his arms and caressed it.
"Old lady, I'm here to accompany you."
As he spoke, Father Su picked up his bag and looked around the empty room for the last time. By chance, a ray of sunlight leaked in from the gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust on the ground.
As the door closed, the room fell silent again.
After several hours of wandering, we finally returned to Wei County's Qiajia Village.
He rented a small house not far from where Su's mother was buried. After putting down his things, he took a broom and went to the cemetery.
Every day thereafter, after breakfast, Su's father would take a broom and go to sweep Su's mother's grave.
We sweep the ground every day, so there won’t be so many fallen leaves.
He just wanted to talk to Su's mother to relieve his loneliness.
Fu Quezhou brought Su Yumian back to the villa. When Wu Ma saw that he had been out for a while, he was not only thinner but also more haggard when he returned.
She had heard Fu Quezhou talk about the death of Su Yumian's mother, so when she saw him like this, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
"Sir, please accept my condolences. Your mother will surely be watching over you from heaven."
Hearing this, Su Yumian pursed her lips and smiled, trying her best to make her voice sound less sad.
"Auntie Wu, I'm fine now, don't cry."
"Yeah...I didn't cry..."
She said she wasn't crying, but she kept wiping away her tears.
Seeing this, Fu Quezhou reminded, "Auntie Wu, didn't you say you made Tremella soup for Mianmian? Go and bring it over."
Wu Ma only then remembered and quickly nodded, "Okay, I'll get it right away."
Then Fu Quezhou pulled Su Yumian to sit on the sofa. At this time, the kitten that was picked up was rubbing against Su Yumian's legs.
"Are you still here?"
He bent down and picked up the kitten, stroking its soft fur and whispering softly, "I thought you were gone too."
I don't know if this is said to the cat or to someone else.
Aunt Wu brought over the Tremella soup, and Fu Quezhou took it and said, "I'm feeding you. Your hands are dirty from touching the cat."
Su Yumian looked at the Tremella soup, but he had no appetite. His mother had just passed away, so how could he eat it?
Seeing this, Fu Quezhou sighed and said, "If you don't eat, how are you going to watch your mother's murderer go to jail?"
Su Yumian was stunned and turned to look at him quickly, "Did you catch him?"
"Well, Cheng Ye went to catch him personally, and he's probably in jail now."
Hearing this, Su Yumian let out a long breath, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.
"Okay, I'll eat it."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth.
Only by being alive can you see the criminals being executed with your own eyes.
Fu Quezhou pursed his lips and said nothing, then scooped up a spoonful of Tremella soup and fed it into his mouth.
On the other side, the police station.
In the dim interrogation room, Zhang Biao was sitting on the interrogation chair with handcuffs and shackles on his hands, and Cheng Ye and Xiao Zhang were sitting opposite him.
Cheng Ye glanced at the information on the table and said coldly, "Zhang Biao, male, 35 years old, killed Li Cuilan in Songping Village, Wen City eight days ago. Is that true or not?"
Hearing this, Zhang Biao spread his hands and said, "I didn't kill anyone, officer, please stop slandering me."
Cheng Ye glanced at him coldly and continued, "We received a report that you killed someone. It doesn't matter if you deny it. Wait until my people come back from the scene and see how you can argue."
Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Xiao Liu poked his head in and said, "Captain Cheng, the second team has returned from Songping Village."
Cheng Ye quickly got up and walked out.
When they got outside, the captain of the second team, Wang Mu, said, "Captain Cheng, as you said, there were signs of a struggle at the scene, and the murder weapon was a folding knife."
As he spoke, Wang Mu picked up the folding knife in the plastic bag.
Cheng Ye glanced at it and said calmly, "Send it to the laboratory for fingerprint inspection."
"yes."
As soon as Wang Mu left, Xiao Zhang hurried to Cheng Ye's side and said, "Boss, Yang Yuanzheng from the Yang Group is here."
Cheng Ye was stunned and asked, "What is he doing here?"
"He said he wanted to bail out Zhang Biao."
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