Chapter 75 Xie Ling?
Cheng Yu'an was taken into the interrogation room by two police officers.
The metal door slammed shut behind him with a dull sound. Under the pale light, his silhouette looked somewhat sparse.
"Why did you suddenly attack me?" The police officer opened the notebook, tapped the paper lightly with a gel pen, and asked him.
Cheng Yu'an stared at his reflection in the one-way glass, his Adam's apple rolling.
He could see a blurry figure on the other side of the glass—
Next to Xie Ling stood Chen Fu Ji.
They seemed to have a natural tacit understanding, and he stood beside her like a brother.
Cheng Yu'an knew a little about the Xie family and knew that they had known each other since childhood.
"Personal grudge." He silently withdrew his gaze and finally uttered these four words.
——
In the corridor, Xie Ling sat alone on a bench.
"Eat something." Chen Fu Ji stopped beside her and handed her a plastic bag with the logo of a time-honored brand printed on it.
Xie Ling lowered her head and opened the package, and the heat immediately blurred her vision.
The Xiaolongbao restaurant that had been open for twenty years was a place they often went to when they were in high school.
She remembered that every time she ate it, she liked to dip it in a lot of vinegar, but Chen Fu Ji liked to have an extra dish of shredded ginger.
"You..." After a day of being treated coldly, she was suddenly handed something warm. Her voice trembled a little, but she was thinking, this happened suddenly, he rushed over in a hurry, how could he have time to go back to the school gate to buy the buns...
Chen Fuji didn't respond to her, but just pushed the bag again and said, "Eat it while it's hot. Madam Xie will be here soon."
"Auntie is coming?"
Xie Ling raised his head suddenly, and the dumplings in his hand fell back into the bag with a soft "click".
The boiling soup splashed on her white wrist.
Chen Fu Ji's gaze fell on her red wrist and he frowned slightly.
He took out a bag of wet wipes from the bag and helped her deal with it. "Be careful..."
Chen Fu Ji was quite familiar with the internal affairs of the Xie family - Xie Ling lost both his parents when he was young, and all affairs were handled by Mrs. Xie.
She grew up with Xie Siyan and Bai Yirou. Now that Xie Siyan is gone, all the responsibility for explanation will fall on Xie Ling's shoulders.
It's normal for her to be nervous.
——
Cheng Yu'an stayed in the interrogation room for more than twenty minutes.
Just as Xie Ling finished eating the buns, the elevator at the end of the corridor made a "ding" sound.
"The family members are here." A police officer whispered to them from the side.
Xie Ling straightened her back reflexively, quickly adjusted her dress with her fingers, and looked towards the elevator door.
The elevator door slowly opened, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground came from far away.
Xie Ling took a deep breath.
The fragrant aroma of the dumplings still lingered in the air, and Xie Ling suddenly felt a little sad.
She recalled that when she was in college, sometimes it rained heavily and she was still greedy, so she asked Chen Fu Ji to hold an umbrella and queue up at the school gate to buy buns from this shop, and he never refused.
Mrs. Xie walked over quickly in her high heels.
She immediately saw Chen Fu Ji applying medicine to Xie Ling's wrist with his head down, and his expression was puzzled for a moment.
"Lingling is also injured?"
"No," Xie Ling moved his wrist away and pointed, "I accidentally burned myself just now."
"That's good," Madam Xie stood beside Xie Ling, her expression still rather serious. "Where's Yu'an?"
Xie Ling looked up upon hearing this, her eyes drifting towards the tightly closed door of the interrogation room. Madam Xie followed her gaze and saw the half-closed door, then looked around but saw no one else.
Madam Xie pressed her lips into a straight line and lowered her voice, "Si Yan is gone?"
"……yes."
"As a brother, he is acting less and less like an elder."
Mrs. Xie frowned and complained about her son, but her eyes were on Xie Ling.
Chen Fuji had already applied the medicine to Xie Ling. He stood up and quietly stepped aside. Seeing this, Mrs. Xie came over and whispered to Xie Ling, "What happened?"
…
This moment has finally arrived.
Xie Ling clutched the hem of her skirt.
The pure cotton fabric wrinkled into a ball as she rubbed it in her palm.
She caught a glimpse of Chen Fu Ji standing in the shadows, his deep eyes showing no emotion.
Cheng Yu'an's blurry silhouette peeked through the crack in the interrogation room door. He must still be being questioned; he looked uneasy and somewhat confrontational.
"Brother and Mu Jia are together..." Xie Ling heard his own voice floating in the air, as light as fleeting mist.
"Mujia?"
Mrs. Xie frowned slightly, but her expression remained unchanged. It was obvious that she didn't quite remember the name.
"Mu Jia, she dated Yu An-ge back in college..." Having already begun, Xie Ling decided to spill the beans. She looked a little lost, her voice drifting as she spoke. "He probably thought...my brother and I were scheming him together."
Xie Ling saw Mrs. Xie's expression slowly change from confusion to shock.
Finally, it freezes on a complex expression.
The water dispenser at the end of the corridor suddenly made a gurgling sound, which was a bit jarring in the dead silence.
At this moment, Chen Fuji, who was at the end of the corridor, stood up, took the water he had collected, and handed it to Xie's mother:
"Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Xie's mother subconsciously took the water, but only placed it on her knees. She was overwhelmed with emotions, shaken by the news she had just received.
"I'll wait here. You and Fu Ji go back first." Xie's mother thought for a while and said.
Cheng Yu'an's bail still needed to go through the procedures. The housekeeper followed Xie's mother in and said to Xie Ling, "Miss, you and Mr. Chen go back and rest. I'm here."
Xie Ling was eventually half-supported and half-dragged away from the police station by Chen Fu Ji.
She looked back every three steps, unsure whether she should leave first.
"Let's go." Chen Fuji's voice echoed in her ears, gentle as jade but unyielding. He placed a slight pressure on her waist and led her towards the exit. Xie Ling knew that staying here would only make things worse.
When Cheng Yu'an comes out later, under the gaze of Xie's mother, his deliberate alienation will cut her like a knife. Just imagining his cold eyes makes her feel short of breath.
Chen Fu Ji's car was parked quietly outside the police station.
He opened the car door, and the night wind blew leaves between them. Xie Ling obediently sat in the passenger seat and shook his head, "Let's not go back yet."
Returning to the home she shared with Cheng Yu'an reminded her of what she would face in the future.
Chen Fu Ji drove her to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
Xie Ling remained silent throughout the whole process. She only gently broke free from his arm when she stepped into Suite 2208 and walked straight to the bathroom.
There were mottled stains on her clothes, and a dark red bloodstain was faintly visible on the hem of her skirt, which was glaring under the light.
"I'll have someone send over some clothes." Chen Fu Ji said to her back, and the only response he got was the light click of the bathroom door lock.
He pulled out his phone and called his assistant, his eyes still fixed on the blurry silhouette on the frosted glass.
"Prepare a set of women's clothes," he paused, then added, "size 165, send to the Ritz-Carlton 2208."
The assistant on the other end of the phone keenly noticed something was wrong, and was interrupted by Chen Fuji: "That's it for now."
After hanging up the phone, the suite fell into silence.
At first, you could hear the faint sound of flowing water, but gradually, even the sound of dripping water disappeared.
Chen Fu Ji stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass reflected his increasingly furrowed brows.
Fifteen minutes passed, and there was still silence from the bathroom.
"Xie Ling?" His knuckles were hanging in the air as he knocked on the door, and there was a barely perceptible tension in his voice.
No response.
The fog behind the frosted glass had long since dissipated, but there was no sign of any moving figures.
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