The system says that Wen Hongying was arrested not even because of the arson.
Instead, the police discovered that her lover had been buying contraband on the black market.
With almost no effort, the man confessed to Wen Hongying.
Because she was also suspected of harboring criminals, the police immediately arrested Wen Hongying.
When Lin Zhenzhen returned to the Chen family home, police cars were already parked outside.
A large crowd of residents had gathered outside, along with reporters who had rushed to the scene after hearing the news.
The Chen family members have disappeared without a trace, leaving only Aunt Zhang, who was cooking, bewildered and unsure how to face everything.
Upon seeing Lin Zhenzhen, Aunt Zhang seemed to have seen a savior and rushed over to grab her hand.
"Miss, what exactly is going on?"
Lin Zhenzhen patted her to comfort her.
Yu Jiamu went up to negotiate with them, and soon Lin Zhenzhen saw them come out carrying several items.
One of the small medicine bottles in a transparent bag looked particularly familiar.
Wasn't this the slow-acting poison that Wen Hongying had put in her food when she first arrived?
The bottle was almost empty, with only four or five capsules left.
However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the time she and Wen Hongying spent at the Chen family's residence was always staggered.
Either Lin Zhenzhen wasn't home, or Wen Hongying was having a secret rendezvous with her lover.
How could this medicine be used up so quickly?
Lin Zhenzhen frowned slightly, thinking of a possibility.
Perhaps she was drugging more than just herself.
Yu Jiamu had returned to her side and saw that she had a stern face.
I thought she was frightened by the scene.
"It's nothing, we're just going through the evidence collection process. Didn't you say you needed to get something?"
When we visited the nursing home last time, the staff suggested that they could spend more time with the elderly.
Telling him more about his past might help him recover and alleviate his condition.
Lin Zhenzhen thought of the violin kept in the Chen family's attic, which originally belonged to the original owner's maternal grandfather.
Bring the instrument with you; maybe it will cheer him up.
In the small room in the attic, Lin Zhenzhen was packing her things.
Yu Jiamu walked around curiously.
He fiddled with the clothes on the rack and asked, "This is where you used to live, isn't it?"
Lin Zhenzhen nodded, then suddenly remembered that he had previously said he wanted to visit her room.
Yu Jiamu plopped down on her bed.
He bent his hands to support himself on the bed, looking up at the azure sky reflected in the small pane of glass above his head.
"It's nice here," Yu Jiamu said lazily. "The scenery is beautiful."
Lin Zhenzhen turned around and saw his long legs that seemed to have nowhere to go, and his peach blossom eyes that were slightly squinting in the sunlight.
"Let's have a room like this in our future house too."
Lin Zhenzhen felt a little irritated; she couldn't bear to hear the word "later."
The future is something she can't control; all she can hold onto is every single moment of the present.
Yu Jiamu suddenly saw something interesting.
He reached out and picked up a notebook from the desk.
"Is this your diary?"
Lin Zhenzhen turned around and saw a colorful little notebook.
She nodded. To be precise, this was the original owner's diary.
That was the first time I went to the sanatorium, and I brought it back from the original owner's maternal grandfather.
Yu Jiamu's eyes lit up: "May I take a look?"
What's so interesting about a diary written by a teenage girl?
But Lin Zhenzhen couldn't resist Yu Jiamu's expectant gaze and nodded.
She had just finished packing what she needed and was about to sit down and rest for a while.
A hand reached out from behind and pulled her onto the bed.
Yu Jiamu wrapped one arm around Lin Zhenzhen's waist from behind, and with the other hand, he turned the page and slowly read the words in the diary.
"September 1st, sunny. The first day of school, the teachers and classmates got along very well, and I was even elected class monitor."
He exhaled a puff of hot breath, which landed on Lin Zhenzhen's neck.
His tone carried an inexplicable, alluring smile: "Little class monitor."
I don't know if it was because being publicly called Japanese was too shameful, or because Yu Jiamu's body was too hot.
Lin Zhenzhen's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
She tried to push Yu Jiamu away, but his hands were as firm as iron chains, locking her in with overwhelming force.
Helpless, Lin Zhenzhen could only let him do as he pleased.
The sound of pages turning, mixed with Yu Jiamu's rambling, made Lin Zhenzhen feel drowsy.
Just as her eyes were about to close.
The hand around her waist suddenly squeezed her soft flesh hard.
Lin Zhenzhen opened her eyes in displeasure and saw that Yu Jiamu's expression was also somewhat unhappy.
What's wrong? This is happening again.
She glanced at the notebook instinctively, and after quickly catching a few words, she finally understood why the other person had suddenly become temperamental.
Yu Jiamu stared at her, his eyes filled with resentment: "You actually had a puppy love?"
Please!
That budding affection, which hasn't even sprouted yet, can at most be considered a young girl's unrequited love.
When asked about puppy love, Lin Zhenzhen glanced at him sideways.
She remembered that someone seemed to have had a girlfriend when he was in junior high school.
Yu Jiamu was unaware of her thoughts; he simply tormented himself by repeatedly looking at the few lines of text on the paper.
"He has excellent math grades, is polite, and stands up for classmates who are being bullied."
Yu Jiamu really didn't think there was anything special about these things.
Speaking of his math skills, he won awards in national competitions in math, physics, and chemistry when he was in high school.
Which award is better than this kid's?
Well, he's just polite, but that probably doesn't really apply to him.
During his adolescence, Yu Jiamu was like a wild wolf, unruly and capable of going berserk and biting people at any time.
If someone says to him, "You are very polite."
That wasn't a compliment; it was a sarcastic insult.
Yu Jiamu would definitely not hold back and deliver a vicious hook punch to his opponent.
After thinking for a long time, he finally came to a conclusion: "Your judgment wasn't very good before."
Lin Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at her with a round face.
Yu Jiamu immediately rolled over and pinned her down, reaching out to tickle Lin Zhenzhen's ticklish spot.
"How could you treat me like this? Do you look down on me?"
Lin Zhenzhen giggled as he tickled her, and the two of them writhed on the bed like earthworms.
Seeing that she seemed to be really unable to take it anymore, Yu Jiamu finally stopped.
He rested his chin on Lin Zhenzhen's head, breathing heavily.
"I don't care anymore, you've already accepted my proposal, you can't go back on your word now."
Lin Zhenzhen closed her eyes and reached out to hug his neck.
[Ding! Congratulations, host. Chen Houwen has been diagnosed with long-term use of toxic drugs, and his life is threatened. Revenge progress bar +30, current progress 80/100.]
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