Chapter 14 Excitement

◎A place where you can sit and swing your arms and legs◎

Zhao Xiangwan softened his voice to lower Mother Feng's guard: "Mother Feng, what's your name?"

Mother Feng didn't expect her to ask her name right away, so she hesitated for a moment.

[Ever since I came to work at Mr. Ji’s hotel through the introduction of a relative, everyone calls me Aunt Feng. I almost forgot my own name.]

Ji Jinmao was extremely anxious and raised his voice impatiently: "Just tell the police what you ask!"

Mother Feng was afraid of the big boss, so she subconsciously shrank her neck: "Feng Hongying."

Zhao Xiangwan asked: "You caught a cold? When did it happen?"

Feng Hongying felt that the questions Zhao Xiangwan asked were beyond her expectations. Shouldn't the police be most concerned about Ji Zhao's whereabouts? What did her name and illness have to do with this?

However, Ji Jinmao was watching closely, so Feng Hongying did not dare to neglect him: "I started feeling unwell and dizzy yesterday."

Zhao Xiangwan continued to ask: "Didn't you tell President Lu? Why didn't you ask for leave to rest?"

Feng Hongying smiled bitterly: "The boss trusts me and lets me be a manager at the top level. I earn fifty yuan a day, so how can I dare to ask for leave with such a high salary?"

Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Hongying, his eyes were calm, but with an inexplicable pressure. Feng Hongying, who had just relaxed, tensed up instantly, lowered her head, pursed her lips into a line, and began to mutter in her heart.

[This police officer looks so powerful, did she see something? No, I can't say anything. If President Ji knew that I said a few words and Ji Zhao left the terrace unhappily and went into the house, how could I keep my job? President Ji treats Ji Zhao like a treasure, and is afraid that he will be frozen, hungry, or suffer the slightest grievance. But people can be controlled for a while, but can they be controlled for a lifetime? If President Ji is not here, who would not come up and step on Ji Zhao's silly and letting others do whatever they want? What I did, what I did is nothing at all! Yes, I didn't do anything at all. ]

Feng Hongying had finally prepared herself mentally, but when she looked up and met Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, she didn't know why she started to feel guilty again.

Zhao Xiangwan: "You have a cold and you have been staying in the house?"

Feng Hongying: “Yes.”

Zhao Xiangwan: "Why did you lie?"

Feng Hongying: "Comrade police officer, you can't wrongly accuse a good person. I took cold medicine and felt sleepy. I have been sleeping in the house. How could I have come out?"

Xu Songling knew Zhao Xiangwan well, and knew that if she didn't know what was going on, she would never point out that the other party was lying, so he warned Feng Hongying who kept complaining: "Feng Hongying, you will be responsible if you lie to the police! You'd better be honest and tell me everything you know."

Xu Songling had a dark face, big eyes, and a stern look that looked extremely murderous, which frightened Feng Hongying so much that her shoulders trembled.

Zhao Xiangwan struck while the iron was hot: "What did you say to Ji Zhao?"

Feng Hongying: "I, I don't know what you are talking about."

[How did she know that I had spoken to Ji Zhao? I had a cold and was feeling unwell. I had a fever and was dizzy. I looked through the window and saw Ji Zhao sitting quietly on the terrace. I felt very upset. This is how the world is. The poor work hard for three meals a day, while the rich sit there in a daze, enjoying the service of others without doing anything.]

Zhao Xiangwan heard what she was thinking, and his amber eyes became even more dim: "When a person is sick, his mind becomes fragile. There is nothing wrong with you coming out and talking to Ji Zhao. But if you conceal Ji Zhao's whereabouts, that would be a crime!"

Feng Hongying took two steps back in panic, holding her hands tightly against her chest, still not daring to tell the truth: "No! I don't know when Ji Zhao left."

[Ji Zhao doesn't understand the ways of the world. He's already 21 years old, but he's still protected like a glass man by President Ji. He's not allowed to go out, he's not allowed to make friends, he just paints and daydreams all day long. He looks good, but he's useless. If a man like this were in our countryside, which girl would dare to marry him?

I just casually told the story I heard from Luo Yihui. It was just a story about a stupid son of a landlord. How could Ji Zhao not be happy? I was not wrong. When his father was alive, he lived a comfortable life as a young master. If his father died, he would not live for more than a few years with a bunch of tigers and wolves watching him. Not to mention others, Duan Yong, Luo Yihui... are not good people. 】

The landlord’s foolish son?

Zhao Xiangwan, who grew up in the countryside, knew what Feng Hongying was talking about. It was nothing more than a story about a landlord's stupid son who made some jokes to make the villagers laugh.

The details of the story are not important, the key now is to find Ji Zhao to avoid unpredictable danger.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangwan sped up his speech, asking one question after another without any pause, and not giving Feng Hongying a chance to answer.

Zhu Feipeng was dazzled watching from the side. Zhao Xiangwan was using micro-expressions as an interrogation method again! He stared at Zhao Xiangwan's every move with some excitement, not daring to blink.

"Where did Ji Zhao go when he left? Back to the house? Downstairs?"

"Very good, he went back to the house first. There are so many rooms in the house, did he go to the studio, bedroom or living room?"

As Feng Hongying's pupils changed and matched her inner thoughts, Zhao Xiangwan quickly grasped the key points.

"Ji Zhao went to the studio. Did Duan Yong follow him in? Yes or no?"

"Oh, no. Where did Duan Yong go? Guarding the door, or leaving?"

"Oh, Duan Yong is not with Ji Zhao. Is he staying on the top floor or going downstairs?"

"Oh, he's downstairs. Where did he get his key? Did he steal it, or did you give it to him?"

"You gave him the key!"

[Oh my god, how did she know that I saw Duan Yong go downstairs without permission? It was me who gave him the key. Duan Yong looks honest, but he is actually a very cunning bastard. He caught me stealing bird's nests from the kitchen and forced me to give him the key. What a bastard! He killed people!]

Feng Hongying's face became paler and paler, and she was sweating coldly. She said nothing, but the girl in front of her knew everything!

Zhao Xiangwan suddenly raised his voice: "Why did Duan Yong come downstairs? Tell me!"

Feng Hongying was frightened by her. She couldn't even protect herself, so how could she dare to cover up for Duan Yong? Her lips trembled and she stammered, "Duan, Duan Yong and Liang Dongrong, the room attendant on the 11th floor, were having an affair. They would run downstairs whenever they had the chance."

Ji Jinmao's face was as black as ink. He spent money to support so many people, but none of them were reliable! He turned to look at Lu Manning: "Go to the eleventh floor and find someone."

Lu Manning knew the situation was urgent, so she trotted away in her high heels.

Feng Hongying's eyes rolled around, and the extreme tension made her dizzy mind much clearer.

【When Ji Zhao entered the studio, he would stay there for three or four hours. Duan Yong was not willing to wait there all the time. As soon as Ji Zhao entered the studio, he ran away. He was so impatient that he didn't even wait for Luo Yihui to come back. I was stupid too. I knew Ji Zhao was not a normal person, so why did I say something like "the stupid son of a landlord" to provoke him? If I didn't provoke him, he wouldn't go to the studio. If he didn't go to the studio, Duan Yong wouldn't dare to run away. If Duan Yong didn't run away, the staircase fence wouldn't open. If the fence wasn't open, Ji Zhao couldn't get out...】

Feng Hongying helped Zhao Xiangwan sort out his thoughts.

Zhao Xiangwan turned to Xu Songling and said, "After Luo Yihui left, Feng Hongying's language stimulated Ji Zhao. Ji Zhao left the terrace and went straight back to the studio. Duan Yong thought it was nothing, so he left the top floor and walked up the stairs to find Liang Dongrong. In order to make it easier to come back, he just hung the padlock on the fence."

Xu Songling understood and nodded: "Well done!"

Zhao Xiangwan said: "However, I don't know why Ji Zhao, who was supposed to be painting in the studio, came out and followed Duan Yong downstairs." Duan Yong locked his head and pretended to be alone. After Ji Zhao opened the fence, he returned everything to its original state. It can be seen that he is a very disciplined person.

Ji Jinmao clenched his teeth and looked very ugly.

Ji Zhao refused to communicate with others and lived in his own lonely world. Ji Jinmao and his wife tried countless ways and sought medical advice everywhere. After much effort, Ji Zhao finally achieved success and was crowned a genius painter, but Ji Jinmao knew that his son was different from normal people.

Usually his wife is by Ji Zhao's side, but recently Luo Danfeng had a gynecological surgery and needed to recuperate at home, so she called Luo Yihui, who had been staying by her side, to help.

A personal assistant, a bodyguard, a housekeeper, a direct elevator, a locked staircase - Ji Jinmao originally thought that he had arranged everything very well. After he finished the thank-you banquet for the painting exhibition, he would go upstairs to take his son home.

But...it's just such a coincidence!

Luo Yihui's chain fell off at a critical moment, and he had to go to the toilet with a stomachache;

Mother Feng encouraged Ji Zhao to leave the terrace and go into the studio;

Duan Yong thought that Ji Zhao would not come out after entering the studio, so he opened the staircase fence and went to the eleventh floor to look for his lover.

Ji Zhao didn't know why he didn't paint, so he just followed him downstairs.

Ji Jinmao grabbed Feng Hongying's collar viciously, the fat on both sides of his chubby cheeks trembling, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "What did you say! Why do you want to provoke Ji Zhao!" She must have said something, otherwise Ji Zhao would not have come out of the studio within a few minutes after entering it.

Feng Hongying was afraid of Ji Jinmao in the first place, so she didn't dare to answer him after he yelled at her like that. Even though her neck was strangled and she couldn't breathe and rolled her eyes, Feng Hongying still kept silent.

Ji Jinmao hated this woman so much at this moment that he kept increasing his intensity, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Zhu Feipeng was afraid that someone might get killed, so he pulled the two men apart.

Feng Hongying collapsed to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

She must have said something to make Ji Zhao sad! Ji Jinmao stared at Feng Hongying intently, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: Yes, when Ji Zhao was a child, whenever he felt sad, he would climb up a tree. He would sit on the branches, open his arms, swing his feet, and free his hands and feet. Only in this way would he feel happy.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Ji Jinmao was excited and asked loudly: "Where is the big tree? Where in the hotel can I sit and relax my hands and feet?"

There are a few low trees on the roof of the hotel and bonsai in the lobby on the ground floor, but there is no way to sit on them.

The hotel's exterior is made entirely of glass walls, which are extremely slippery and impossible to climb.

There was no air circulation in the guest room, and Ji Zhao didn't like it.

Ji Jinmao seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't figure it out. He was so anxious that he grabbed his hair and turned around.

The people around him looked at him, struggling like a headless fly, not knowing what was going on and how to comfort him.

Only Zhao Xiangwan could hear his thoughts, and his mind was working rapidly.

Ji Zhao doesn't like indoors, but prefers outdoors? But except for the top floor, the hotel is surrounded by glass walls, and there is no other place where he can get in touch with flowing air.

He's not on the top floor, he's downstairs.

He was looking for a place where he could sit and dangle his arms and legs.

Wait, shaking your hands and feet?

An idea suddenly struck Zhao Xiangwan, and he shouted out: "Billboard!"