Behind her, Qin You's hoarse curses rang out, but she seemed not to hear them at all.
The warden, who was waiting outside, saw her come out and asked, "Qingyou, are we going to leave this woman here?"
Song Qingyou raised her eyes and said gently, "No need. Have someone send her back to the Fu family. I have other plans."
The warden knew that his niece always had her own ideas, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll have someone send her back later."
Song Qingyou took out a medicine bottle from her bag: "Uncle Bai, this is for treating rheumatism. Take one pill every day to reduce the pain. Also, you are getting old now, so there is no need for you to do many things yourself. Just leave most of the things to Brother Li."
Bai Yan laughed and said, "Only you dare to tell me what to do."
Bai Yan's tie was loose, and Song Qingyou reached out to straighten it again: "My grandfather only had you as a close friend in this world, so I have to help him take good care of your health."
Bai Yan looked at Song Qingyou with eyes full of affection, a stark contrast to his usual stern and taciturn demeanor: "Bai Li will be discharged from the army next week. Come over for a meal then."
Song Qingyou nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Bai Yan escorted Song Qingyou all the way to the car before turning back with peace of mind.
Song Chang started the car: "Miss, what's the next step?"
Song Qingyou rested her chin on her hand and looked out the car window at the rows of poplar trees. "Isn't Uncle Liang Muchuan going to investigate Fu Changlin's company? Let's add fuel to the fire."
She spoke casually, but Song Chang knew what she meant.
This is to confirm the illegal and criminal activities of Fu Changlin's company, and to present all the evidence collected over the years.
Fu Changlin has done many dirty things, so he deserves what he got.
Song Chang wished that all three members of Fu Tingshen's family would go to jail together.
When she got home, Song Qingyou glanced at the time: three hours and fifteen minutes.
The timing was perfect.
She went inside to change her clothes and washed her hands before looking up at the door.
The next second.
"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."
The door opened in response.
Fu Wenzhou came in covered in snow, carrying fish in his left hand and a box of strawberry Napoleon cakes in his right.
"Can the fish be steamed?" Fu Wenzhou went to the kitchen and put the fish in the sink. Then he came out of the kitchen and handed her the Napoleon cake. When he touched her fingertips, Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"
Song Qingyou withdrew her hand, took out a Napoleon cake, put it to her lips, took a small bite, and said, "Fu Wenzhou."
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he avoided her gaze: "I'll go make the fish first. This fish needs to be killed fresh, which takes time."
He left as soon as he finished speaking, without giving Song Qingyou a chance to say anything.
Looking at the man's tall figure, Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "I was thinking of saying..."
“Don’t you dislike ginger and garlic? I’ll put in less.” Fu Wenzhou’s brows were dark and furrowed, his grip on the knife handle was tight, and his palms were sweaty. “You rest first, I’ll call you when it’s done.”
Song Qingyou: "I..."
"Don't say it." The man's eyes were red-rimmed, his voice low and deep, with a hint of pleading: "I don't want to hear it, Youyou, can you not say it?"
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