"I'm fine."
Sheng Qianxing intended to call him away, but Sheng Qianye felt it wasn't appropriate and didn't agree.
With no other options, Sheng Qianxing felt extremely uneasy. He looked around, his interest waning.
Sheng Qianye noticed immediately and asked, "Qianxing, is there something you need?"
No, no.
Sheng Qianxing snapped out of his daze, gave an awkward smile, and shook his head.
The two remained seated in Sheng Qianye's living room.
Later, Sheng Qianxing suddenly suggested having dinner at his place that evening.
He had just told Sheng Qianye to rest more, but then he looked at him expectantly and said he wanted to eat the food he cooked.
This is all so different now, it seems like he just said it without thinking. But Sheng Qianye is known for his good temper, so he didn't say anything, only that "there aren't many ingredients at home."
Sheng Qianxing immediately picked up where he left off, saying it was fine, just make something simple.
And so, Sheng Qianye spent the rest of the time in the kitchen cooking.
During this brief moment, Sheng Qianxing had already secretly slipped into his room.
He had seen Sheng Qianye take his medicine before and knew that the medicine bottle was placed in the first shelf of his bedside table.
Once inside the room, he immediately retrieved the bottle of medicine from the bedside table, and then took out another bottle of medicine that he had brought with him.
The medicine bottles were the same, because Sheng Qianye had previously seen a psychologist with his parents.
Therefore, it is relatively easy for Sheng Qianxing to find a similar medicine bottle.
This time, the medicine in Sheng Qianye's cabinet was switched, and Sheng Qianxing looked at his room and sneered.
"Brother, don't blame me. Who told you to have such a powerful backer?"
Sheng Qianxing only needs to think that once Sheng Qianye dies, all his assets will fall into his hands, and he can still rely on his connections to gain a foothold in the entertainment industry.
He couldn't help but reveal a sinister, triumphant look.
Five minutes later, Sheng Qianye came out of the kitchen and happened to bump into Sheng Qianxing coming downstairs.
He frowned, somewhat puzzled, but before he could say anything, Sheng Qianxing spoke first, "Brother, has your upstairs living room been renovated? It looks quite new."
His expression remained unchanged. Sheng Qianye glanced at him before replying with a few nonsensical words.
Afterwards, Sheng Qianye went to the kitchen to cook one or two dishes. When he went in, Sheng Qianxing was drinking tea in the living room.
But after waiting a few minutes, he suddenly went into the kitchen.
The sound of stir-frying crackled and popped. Sheng Qianye turned around through a thin layer of smoke. "Qianxing, why don't you go outside and wait?"
"Brother," Sheng Qianxing said somewhat embarrassedly, "I just remembered that Director Zhang asked me to go over this evening. Look at my brain, how come I only remembered now?"
Um?
Sheng Qianye raised an eyebrow.
Why is this kid always so reckless?
Seeing that he was only now getting anxious, Sheng Qianye sighed helplessly and then said, "Go ahead."
"Thank you, brother." Sheng Qianxing walked over and patted his shoulder, then added meaningfully, "Brother, you must remember to take your medicine and take care of yourself, okay?"
"Okay, I understand. Go ahead."
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That evening, at exactly nine o'clock.
White snowflakes covered the road.
At Shengji Hotel, the tape recorder placed on the wooden table by Boss Sheng is playing the latest current events.
The radio host's voice came through the tape recorder.
He recounted in a measured manner the murder that occurred that evening in an apartment in Guiyuan District, S City.
Rong Shang suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the hard bed.
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