This intense sexual encounter didn't end until the moon was high in the sky.
When Song Qingyou woke up, she found it was only eight o'clock in the evening. She got out of bed and changed into a dark-colored cheongsam under the cold light of the bathroom.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was alluring.
The most stunning feature was her eyes, which were captivating and mesmerizing.
The phone was casually placed on the dressing table and put on speakerphone.
"Song Qingyou!" The other person's voice was almost clenched through gritted teeth.
Song Qingyou's slender fingers gently swept across a row of lipsticks, and with a light touch, she chose a pale pink one.
In a light, casual tone: "Who are you?"
Luo Mingyu's face was grim, and his voice was clearly filled with suppressed anger: "What are you pretending for? You killed my brother! You have such a cruel heart. How could our Luo family produce such an ungrateful wretch!"
Song Qingyou had indeed forgotten about this person. It was only when Song Yuan was mentioned that she suddenly remembered that he had a younger brother named Luo Mingyu.
He has rarely appeared in public. A few years ago, he committed a crime in China and took the money given to him by Song Yuan to go abroad and live a carefree life.
"Yes, our Luo family didn't treat you very well, but so what? Did we not feed you or clothe you? You only got a few beatings, it didn't kill you, did it? And yet you hired someone to kill my brother in prison! A prison riot? Only you believe that kind of nonsense! It was you, wasn't it? You killed your father!"
Song Qingyou listened quietly as the other person finished cursing.
Important information was captured.
She coughed lightly a few times, covering her mouth, then narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice cold: "You said Song Yuan is dead?"
Luo Mingyu's voice turned cold: "Stop pretending, Song Qingyou. Who else could it be but you? Oh, right, and your loyal dog too!"
Thinking of Fu Wenzhou, Luo Mingyu suddenly shuddered. That mad dog always did whatever he wanted, and it was probably him who did it.
When he received the call from the prison last night, he flew back from abroad overnight, only to be told that the body had been dumped in a mass grave. He and his men searched for it for a whole day, but the area was full of unclaimed skeletons. There was no way to find his brother's whereabouts. Moreover, there were stray dogs everywhere in that area, so he guessed that the body had probably been eaten by the dogs long ago.
Luo Mingyu only learned about everything that had happened in the capital after he went to the Song family.
He never dreamed that the usually gentle and quiet girl could be so ruthless and kill him with a single move.
Song Qingyou said unhappily, "Song Yuan's matter has nothing to do with me, nor with Fu Wenzhou. If you continue to bark, I don't mind making sure your fate is the same as Song Yuan's."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Mingyu cursed under his breath, his anger finding no outlet.
Song Qingyou put down her phone and went downstairs to find Fu Wenzhou.
After searching around and not finding him in the living room, they finally found him in the study.
Fu Wenzhou was on the phone when he saw Song Qingyou come in. He went over, picked her up, and then sat down on a chair, placing her on his lap.
This is a pose he's been really into lately.
He was fascinated by the feeling of skin-to-skin contact.
"I'm hanging up now." Fu Wenzhou said lazily into his phone, then hung up and leaned down to kiss Song Qingyou: "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
Song Qingyou slightly lifted her eyelids and looked up at the man in front of her.
He said it casually, "It seems Song Yuan is dead."
Fu Wenzhou looked nonchalant as his long, slender, white fingers gently pinched Song Qingyou's waistline, lingering on her waist dimples. He pursed his thin lips and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Really? He's dead? That's really unfortunate."
"What's unfortunate?" Song Qingyou asked, squinting.
Fu Wenzhou lazily lifted the corner of his eye: "The timing of his death was rather unfortunate; he didn't make it to an auspicious day, which is a bit of a pity."
Song Qingyou: "..."
This was the first time she had ever heard of choosing an auspicious day to die.
After thinking for a moment, she still asked, "Does Song Yuan's matter have anything to do with you?"
Fu Wenzhou paused in his actions, his tone sounding quite surprised: "What does this have to do with me? Youyou, what are you talking about?"
Song Qingyou was taken aback when she heard this. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be lying. Then why did Song Yuan suddenly die?
Who else could have done it besides Fu Wenzhou?
She looked at Fu Wenzhou and told him about the horrific death of Song Yuan that she had heard from Luo Mingyu.
After speaking, he carefully observed Fu Wenzhou's expression.
The man remained calm, as if he were truly unaware of the situation. After hearing her use of such bloody language, he merely frowned slightly.
"That's too cruel. Sister, you should listen to less of this stuff in the future. It's not good for your ears."
Song Qingyou was genuinely puzzled this time: "Really not you?"
Based on her understanding of Fu Wenzhou, it really seemed like he was the one who did it.
It wasn't that she wanted to blame him; disguising Song Yuan's death as a prison riot wouldn't cause any trouble, and no one would investigate.
She just didn't want his hands to get stained with her blood.
Song Yuan's death is not a pity, but Fu Wenzhou should not be so devastated because of such a person.
Fu Wenzhou's expression was serious, and his dark eyes were fixed on Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou seemed to see a hint of hurt in those eyes?
Before she could think it through, Fu Wenzhou spoke plaintively, his deep voice sounding as if it had been dampened by rain: "Sister, I am a Buddhist and I do not kill."
When Song Qingyou heard him say he believed in Buddhism, she suddenly remembered how the man had gone to the desolate mountains to find gods and Buddhas for her when she was unconscious, and her heart softened instantly.
Meeting Fu Wenzhou's wounded eyes, she felt a pang of guilt: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. It's just that when Luo Mingyu told me that Song Yuan died in a prison riot, I did find it a bit suspicious... Never mind, it's good that it wasn't you, okay?"
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