Zhou Zheng wasn't having someone escort her; he was actually having someone monitor her.
As Chuanliu stepped out of the center of the Cube City, she could sense that Li Chengfeng's men were no longer monitoring her. However, the two guards behind her still refused to leave, insisting on taking her home.
The two men didn't return to report until they had delivered her to the villa.
Seeing Xiong Ajiao's gossipy expression, Chuanliu could only wave goodbye helplessly and return to his room alone.
It was already past midnight when Chuanliu sat on the terrace, enjoying the evening breeze, and his thoughts gradually calmed down.
Something's not right.
Something is very wrong.
Originally, she wanted to investigate the relationship between the kid and the murderer, and incidentally bring down Li Chengfeng to take the "Jack of Diamonds" position, but how did things turn out this way?
The girl lowered her gaze.
It's impossible to keep her leaving Zhou Zheng's house tonight a complete secret.
Zhou Zheng's grand gesture might be an attempt to solidify their relationship.
Is it merely to strengthen their cooperation?
Or was it done on purpose to show off to others?
But who is this performance meant to impress?
unknown.
The next day, Chuanliu went to Qianchuan's house again.
So much happened yesterday, it was so urgent that she didn't even have time to worry about the money string.
Looking back now, if the kid left behind any important documents, they were most likely at Qianchuan's house.
"Lord Kawami, you've arrived."
Before Chuanliu even entered the building, a waiter came out of the door to greet her. Although his words were polite, his body subtly blocked her way.
"Where is Brother Qian Liu?"
Chuanliu didn't stop walking; his gaze went straight past the waiter and upstairs. By the fifth-floor window, a wisp of black smoke was slowly rising, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.
The waitress seemed a little flustered. As if she hadn't smelled anything at all, she blocked Chuanliu's way again, saying, "Our boss isn't here today."
Chuanliu had seen too many lying faces; clearly, this waiter wasn't particularly good at it.
She nodded as if she understood, gesturing for the waiter to look in the direction of the smoke. "Your house is on fire, aren't you worried?"
The waiter subconsciously followed the flow of people's gaze.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Chuanliu had already taken the opportunity to bypass the waiter and quickly ran towards the stairs.
The servant behind her panicked and called out frantically, "Lord Kawami, don't go up! Lord Kawami!"
Chuanliu's heart sank, gripped by a sense of unease. She rushed upstairs, heading straight for the fifth floor. The servants along the way looked up in surprise, about to greet her, but only saw a blurry figure flash by, instantly left behind by the girl.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, the smell of burning became even stronger.
Chuanliu's gaze was fixed on the room where Lao Feng had once lived. The door was tightly closed, and wisps of black smoke wafted out from the crack in the door.
Without hesitation, she rushed forward, pounding on the door and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Qian Chuan! What are you doing in there? Open the door!"
However, she was met with only a deathly silence.
Just then, the waiter arrived in a hurry with a group of bodyguards, who strode forward to try to stop them.
Chuanliu gritted his teeth, spun around, pulled his right leg back to gather strength, and then suddenly kicked forward with a clean and neat back kick towards the door.
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, splinters of wood flying everywhere, revealing the scene behind it.
Inside the room, Qian Chuan's figure appeared exceptionally lonely and heavy amidst the flickering firelight.
He seemed bound by invisible shackles, standing by the window with his back to the outside light, his face as gloomy as an impending storm, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, an indescribable pain.
He held in his hands a series of old, worn items, likely belonging to Feng Mi. With his other hand, he slowly raised them one by one toward the iron bucket beside him, illuminated by the firelight.
Flames raged within the iron barrel, like the mouth of a demon, greedily devouring everything, crackling and popping, while black smoke swirled and rose, obscuring the truth of history.
Chuanliu kicked the iron bucket hard. The flames instantly lost their support and scattered, while she quickly stomped on the remaining embers on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, she rushed to the bathroom, and a moment later, she returned with a large basin of clear, cold water in both hands, like a messenger of salvation, completely extinguishing the raging power, leaving only wisps of white steam rising from the metal bucket.
When she returned to the room, she poured another bucket of cold water on the man.
Water droplets slid slowly down the wet ends of Qianlian's hair, dripping onto the floor with a series of crisp, rapid sounds.
He stood there, stunned, letting the cold water soak through his clothes until his skin felt an unprecedented chill.
"Qian Chuan, cheer up!" She cupped Qian Chuan's cheeks in her hands, forcing him to look her in the eye.
Her words, each one like a heavy hammer, struck Qian Chuan's heart and awakened a sliver of clarity deep within him.
Qian Chuan's gaze gradually focused under Chuan Liu's watchful eyes, but it was filled with confusion.
"Qianchuan, can you still hear me?" Chuanliu patted the man's face, trying to wake him up.
Qian Chuan's men looked at each other, and at the signal of their leader, they all withdrew, leaving the two of them alone.
"Flowing river".
Qian Chuan's voice was hoarse and heavy as she slowly uttered her name.
Upon hearing this, Chuanliu finally relaxed a little and involuntarily took two steps back to give him some space.
Qian Chuan took a deep breath and looked at Chuan Liu, saying, "You went to investigate that murderer yesterday, right?"
Chuanliu didn't evade the question, but nodded slightly, giving the answer he wanted: "It's Li Chengfeng."
A complex emotion flashed across the man's eyes, but eventually returned to calm.
He asked softly, "Why?"
Chuanliu replied, "This is a collaboration between Li Chengfeng and Plum Blossom City; they want to... kill the little devils."
Qian Chuan lowered his eyes, his body slid to the ground, and he gave a dejected laugh, "It's Plum Blossom City again..."
Chuanliu wanted to ask something more, but Qianchuan suddenly interrupted her: "Chuanliu, whatever you're looking for, stop investigating."
The girl paused in mid-air, stopping her tidying of the room, and turned to look at Qian Chuan. "What do you mean?"
Qian Chuan gave a self-deprecating bitter smile. "You can't beat them, and neither can my master."
"The City of Plum Blossoms?" Chuanliu seemed to have caught some clue and quickly asked, "Qianchuan, what exactly happened four years ago and two years ago? And what about your master?"
Qian Chuan said calmly, "Chuan Liu, isn't it better to live a peaceful and stable life? Isn't it better to start a new life on Paradise Island?"
Chuanliu grabbed the man by the collar, looking at him with icy eyes. "Anwen? Qian Chuan, don't tell me you don't know what Plum Blossom City is doing! Don't you know what the deal between Jiulong, Caohe, Li Chengfeng, and Plum Blossom City is!"
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