That night, Mrs. Zhao took away Zhao Dongsheng's body, cremated Zhao Dongsheng the next day, and held a farewell ceremony.

Afterwards, all major newspapers published the ending of the Zhao Dongsheng case. Some chose the angle of "Zhao Dongsheng's parents died early, and he had no children. Mrs. Zhao inherited all of Zhao Dongsheng's property. Although Mrs. Zhao lost her husband, she had wealth."

Some people chose the angle of "Zhao Dongsheng was a playboy, and finally brought disaster. A loving couple is a blessing to work together. Spreading love everywhere is to spread blessings, wealth, and life." What

attracted the public's attention more was the description of the murderer Liu Xujie.

In the descriptions of those newspapers, Liu Xujie has transformed from a shameless and pathetic murderer into a love-minded man who hates the rich and is angry about the injustice of the world. Although extreme and cruel, he is loyal, ruthless and strong...

Jiayi frowned and denounced the newspaper descriptions for misleading the audience. Uncle Jiu chewed on his smoking cessation stick and sighed:

"Gu Xiaolan bought the article."

"She?" Jiayi frowned, "She is also a victim, why did she do this?"

"She wanted to sell the mansion Zhao Dongsheng gave her, but the newspapers reported that Liu Xujie had sneaked into her room. If Liu Xujie was just a shameless, hateful, despicable bloodthirsty murderer, even if no murder had ever happened in her house, I'm afraid it would be a murder house." Fang Zhenyue leaned back in the chair, took a sip of coffee, and continued.

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded, "If Liu Xujie's image is cooler and more different, even a 'fool and tragic man', wouldn't the house he lived in after infiltrating be very different?" "Maybe it

will sell well. Who knows if there are people with weird thinking who think it is a mansion with a lot of stories and is very extraordinary?" Sanfu curled his lips.

"Wow, so unscrupulous." Liu Jiaming leaned against the desk, eating barbecued pork buns while imitating Sanfu's curling lips.

"I'm going to give Mrs. Zhao the court summons, and by the way, I'm going to communicate with her about not informing her immediately when Zhao Dongsheng's body was found." Yi Jiayi stood up.

Mrs. Zhao must be present at the trial.

The lawyer will mention the date when Zhao Dongsheng's body was found in court. At that time, in order to set a trap for the murderer, they did not inform Mrs. Zhao immediately that Zhao Dongsheng's body had been found.

Jiayi wanted to talk to Mrs. Zhao about this matter face to face and ask for her understanding. Avoid unnecessary trouble during the trial.

Fang Zhenyue praised Yi Jiayi for her thoroughness, stood up and said, "I'll take you there."

"Thank you, sir." Jiayi smiled and took her coat, followed Fang Zhenyue out of the office.

The other detectives of Group B stretched, kicked their legs, and yawned. The boss was not at home, so they could relax for a while.

Fang Zhenyue suddenly turned back and said:

"Jiaming has written the report form, Sanfu has all the report forms and test sheets to check the filing numbers with Sister Yin, Gary has sorted out all the confession document numbers and handed them over to Madam..."

He called out the names one by one, leaving no one behind.

When Fang Shazhan left again, there was no more yawning in the B team office, only sighs and wolf howls.

...

...

Knocked on the door of the villa at No. 6 Sze Hoon Road, when the servant came to open the door, Fang Zhenyue left to the street to get some fresh air.

"Go ahead." Before he left, he smiled and nodded at her, leaving her space to perform alone. Jiayi walked

into No. 6 Sze Hoon Road again, and Mrs. Zhao was painting again. In this woman's life, painting must occupy the largest position.

The two women sat in the pavilion, the sea breeze blew, bringing a slight salty coolness, very comfortable.

The servant poured two cups of black tea and placed snacks.

Jiayi talked to Mrs. Zhao about the upcoming court session and mentioned the purpose of this trip.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and shook her head, "Officer Yi, don't worry, I understand all the arrangements of the police."

After that, she put down her paintbrush, took a sip of tea, and looked at Yi Jiayi with a faint look, revealing the unique elegance of an artist, "I haven't thanked you for catching the murderer so quickly, how can I be unhappy because of the efforts made by the police to solve the case as soon as possible?"

"Thank you for your understanding, Mrs. Zhao." Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief. Things were smoother than she thought. Should she say "my condolences" and then leave?

Mrs. Zhao seemed to be a rare person to chat with. She introduced Jiayi to the black tea that she bought from Fujian. She also asked Jiayi to taste their snacks and showed her the roses in the courtyard that she had just painted.

The two of them drank tea, ate snacks and talked about Mrs. Zhao's paintings.

Jiayi didn't know how to paint, but she also thought Mrs. Zhao's paintings were beautiful, but... she always felt that the color tone of this painting was blurred, there was no strong color contrast, and there was no clear line outline. Several similar, slightly gray pigments casually outlined the color blocks of roses and courtyards.

From a distance, you can tell that the painting is of the courtyard and the roses in the courtyard, but if you look closely, you can't tell them clearly. The more you look at it, the more unclear the pattern seems. All the colors are mixed together and blurry.

The colors painted on the canvas are obviously rich in each piece, but when they are put together in a painting, they feel inexplicably gray .

"Is this an impressionist painting?" Jiayi asked curiously. This is probably the only concept related to painting that she can mobilize in her mind.

Mrs. Zhao looked up at Jiayi and smiled, "It's just a casual essay to vent emotions."

Jiayi vaguely sensed an atmosphere as if she was wrapped in haze. She held the red tea cup and looked at Mrs. Zhao's expression.

Mrs. Zhao met her eyes, and her smile gradually faded. After looking away, she said softly:

"The real murderer has been caught, but there are still newspapers saying I am the murderer."

At this point, she raised the corners of her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes. She sneered:

"After all, getting promoted, getting rich, and killing your husband are the greatest blessings in life. In this case, it seems that I am the only beneficiary."

Beneficiary... What is considered a victim and what is considered a benefit?

The person is gone; I have money - which of these two points should I consider?

"..." Jiayi pursed her lips, holding the black tea in her palm, and she was no longer in the mood to taste the tea.

"At the funeral and farewell party, I can't squeeze out a tear. As a wife, it is really unprofessional to do this. But I have no choice."

After saying that, Mrs. Zhao was silent for a long time.

She didn't seem to need Jiayi's response. She was immersed in her own emotions and spoke again:

"… Sometimes when he came back and wanted to relax, he would sit in the garden, drink tea beside me and let his mind wander. When the wind blew, the fragrance of the tea in his cup would blow onto my face and I would sniff it all away.

"He said that I stole her tea fragrance and made his tea tasteless.

"I know that at this time, if it were any other woman, she would definitely exchange a few witty remarks with him, and the atmosphere would be so harmonious.

"But I am just so dull. Apart from painting, I don't seem to have any other likable qualities.

"I didn't say anything, but he seemed quite comfortable. We just sat there quietly. He would talk if he wanted to, and drink tea if he didn't. I would just paint my paintings and do my things. Occasionally I would look at him and find that he had fallen asleep.

"I would wave to the servant to come over and cover him with a small blanket.

"When he woke up, I was still painting, and he looked at me quietly... His eyes were like the clouds in the sky, and also like the stream in the mountains, very light clouds, and the stream was also calm..." There

was no passion, but it seemed that there was something else.

Jiayi listened to Mrs. Zhao quietly, and couldn't help but take a deep breath of tea smoke, which was so fragrant.

Mrs. Zhao lowered her eyes, and there were drops of water dripping on the oil painting in front of her, hitting the oil paint, blooming into countless small dewdrops, dotted with rose petals.

When Mrs. Zhao raised her head again, there were no tears on her face, only a little wetness on her eyelashes.

Mrs. Zhao personally saw Jiayi off. As they walked through the courtyard, she smiled and said,

"He bought a gallery in a busy area in the central district. It's a very busy location. He probably wanted more people to see my paintings, otherwise I would always paint for myself... My lawyer told me about it, and then I knew about it..."

Regardless of whether it was originally a "surprise", it is no longer a "surprise" now.

"I ordered a plaque called [Rose Gallery]. Come and sit down when you have time. I'll treat you to tea." Mrs. Zhao stood in front of the door and said goodbye to Jiayi.

"Okay, I will definitely come. If you have time, you can also come to Yi Kee on Ivy Street in Sham Shui Po. That's my ice house. We have the best ice cream. Now we can also eat cooked and drunken crabs. They are very popular. You can call me in advance and mention my name. I will choose the fattest crabs for you." Jiayi walked out of the courtyard and turned back to show Mrs. Zhao her most warm and kind smile.

Smiles can soothe people's hearts. I hope it is true.

Walking to the side of Sze Hoon Road, standing in front of the fence, Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue stood side by side.

The man turned his head to look at her, and he seemed to have seen through everything. He smiled and said, "People may not be black and white, and the world may not be easy to comment on with simple words."

Jiayi's eyes turned from the distant sea view to Fang Zhenyue's handsome face full of manliness. He was smiling.

Just like she smiled at Mrs. Zhao just now, was Brother Yue also silently comforting her?