Chapter 94 Did I force you?
Sawa chuckled along, speaking in a joking tone: "Brother Yun is in a good mood because he just killed someone."
Momo froze upon hearing this, her face instantly filled with terror, and she involuntarily took two steps back.
She glanced at Sawa, who laughed even harder when he saw the fear on her face.
Momo then looked at the man who was already drinking ice wine. The man did not refute her, which made her even more suspicious that what Sawa said was true.
However, she didn't dare to ask.
"Alright, go back and get some rest," the man said, leaning back on the sofa. "We have things to do tomorrow."
"Okay." Sawa responded, immediately putting away his smile and waving at Momo.
"Then we're leaving, Brother Yun." Anu put the wine down for him.
"Um."
After Sawa and Anu left, Momo remained standing in the same spot, her face still showing no sign of panic.
The man could tell from her expression that she believed him, but to avoid her being too scared to sleep at night, he patiently said, "Sawa was just joking with you."
Momo stared at him blankly for a moment, then looked to confirm, "Really?"
"Fake."
Sure enough, his temperament only allowed him to offer one explanation.
"..." Momo was stunned.
The man lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, leaning back wearily. "Alright, go upstairs and go to sleep. You're allowed to sleep by yourself tonight."
"Okay." Upon hearing this, Momo quickly and without hesitation agreed, and then went upstairs.
She was afraid that if she waited any longer, the man might change his mind.
Once inside the room, Momo locked the door completely, then quickly washed up and went to bed.
Because there is a garden behind this room and the trees outside the window are lush, there are bound to be rustling sounds of insects.
She stared at the swaying shadows of the trees outside, her eyes wide open. Despite being exhausted, she couldn't fall asleep.
I kept thinking about one question over and over again.
Did Fu Yungui really kill Badi?
Would he really kill someone?
This is certainly in line with his style.
However, she then thought that the TV station had said today that the specific cause of Buddy's death was under investigation, but it hadn't said that he was murdered.
Perhaps... he died for other reasons, and it may not necessarily have been murdered.
That night, Momo fell asleep while constantly denying and affirming her own conjectures.
The next afternoon, after a rain shower, the weather cleared up and the sun felt warm on the skin.
When Fu Qiyu returned from outside, she saw the man lying on his grandfather's recliner from afar. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the banana leaves and shone golden on the man's face.
The man's long legs, which had nowhere to go, were placed directly on the tea table in front of him.
That tea table that Grandpa cherished so much was ruined by him.
Thankfully, Grandpa wasn't home, otherwise he would have been so angry he'd have lung pains.
Meanwhile, Momo stood obediently beside him, wanting to talk to him but not daring to speak easily.
"Momo!" Fu Qiyu rushed towards her without hesitation, grabbed her arm, and looked her up and down. "Are you alright?"
Momo smiled and shook her head at her, "I'm fine, Qiqi, don't be nervous."
Fu Qiyu looked completely incredulous. She knew that as long as Fu Yungui was there, Momo wouldn't dare to tell the truth.
"Fu Yungui, why did you force Momo to follow you?" Thinking of the day he kicked her out, she became even angrier.
The man swayed slowly in the recliner, his face cold as he asked, "Is this how your father taught you to address your elders by their first names?"
Fu Qiyu composed himself and then asked, "Uncle, why did you force Momo?"
In short, she wanted to get to the bottom of this today: why was he clinging to Momo? Why did it have to be Momo? Why couldn't he go find other women?
The man stared at Momo. "Did I force you?"
No, no.
"Oh," the man said curtly.
Fu Qiyu was furious. How could Momo answer when he asked her that? What could she say except "no"? Who would dare to defy him?
Resisting him will only result in your own misfortune.
"What are you doing here today?" Fu Qiyu asked again, sounding annoyed.
"Go have some tea with your dad."
The man had his eyes closed, and his voice was extremely relaxed, speaking as if it were the truth.
Fu Qiyu frowned. If she didn't know that her father and uncle's relationship was not very good, she would have really thought that what he said was the truth.
"Dad is not home."
"Nonsense, if I were at home, would I need to be lying here?"
"But he'll be back soon."
Fu Qiyu remained silent, knowing that he couldn't be driven away anytime soon. Momo stood to the side and glanced at Qiqi, signaling her not to say anything more, lest she get into trouble again.
"Then you can wait patiently," she said again, then looked at Momo.
"Can Momo come in with me?" Fu Qiyu asked again.
Momo heard this and looked over as well.
The man glanced at her, and the longing look on his face made him happier than a stray dog seeing a bone.
If he says no, his face will probably stretch longer than a loofah the next second.
But it's good that Fu Qiyu took her away; otherwise, she'll be terrified of everything she sees. It would be such a hassle to coax her then.
He nodded, and was relatively easy to talk to. "Go ahead, I'll give you an hour to catch up."
"Okay." Momo was happy and followed Fu Qiyu into the house.
The man squinted at the figure in front of him and tiptoed forward.
He scoffed. You're this happy just being with Fu Qiyu?
About half an hour later, Song Cha returned.
As soon as he walked under the flower stand, he saw the person lying there, his floral shirt undone down to his chest, lying very leisurely.
"You're back?"
"Um, what brings you here today?" Song Cha asked him, standing there.
"Of course I need to talk to you. Come inside." With that, the man stood up, straightened his shirt, and walked inside with his hands in his pockets.
Song Cha followed behind him, unsure why he had come to see her today, but she also felt a vague sense of unease.
He received the news of Buddy's death shortly after speaking with him last night.
He didn't know if all of this had anything to do with his younger brother.
In the study, Fu Yungui leisurely sat down at the desk, and Song Cha followed him in, closing the door halfway.
"What's the matter?" He walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"My dear brother, the other day, didn't you have Wenlai steal my business?"
The man put his legs up on the table and asked him directly and bluntly.
Upon hearing this, Songcha froze for a moment, then quickly recovered and smiled. "Pasong, where did you hear this rumor?"
“How could it be a rumor?” Fu Yungui smiled. “This is the real deal.”
“Buddy called me before he committed suicide.”
"Suicide?" Upon hearing this, Songcha immediately stood up. "You're saying Buddy committed suicide?"
"Could it be that you know the inside story?" Song Cha couldn't help but ask.
"Inside story?" The man smiled faintly. "I say it was suicide, and that's it."
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