Chapter 153: Even just a glimpse of his back is enough to make one's heart flutter.
When Lu Nian saw a pink car come out of the garage, his usually serious expression crumbled a little, and he carefully asked, "Boss, are you going to drive this car to work?"
"no?"
How could he dare say no? Of course, he said, "Yes."
As soon as the car arrived at the police station, before Zhou Yanchuan could even speak, the person in the passenger seat unbuckled their seatbelt, opened the car door, and ran out.
He watched the figure rushing into the yard, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. He really thought he was the driver.
“Heartless,” Zhou Yanchuan murmured.
No sooner had she finished speaking than the person who had run away returned. She pressed her face against the car window, unable to hear the sound, but from the shape of his lips, it seemed to be saying, "Zhou Yanchuan."
Zhou Yanchuan rolled down the car window, and the girl's voice followed immediately: "I'm leaving."
He gazed at the bright little face outside the window, paused for a few seconds, and then gave a soft "Mm."
After she left, recalling her words "I'm leaving," he lowered his head and smiled once again.
*
After the DNA was confirmed, things went smoothly. However, there was still one problem to solve: the "mental illness certificate" report issued by the Song family. If he was indeed diagnosed with a mental illness, he could still escape legal punishment in the end.
Wen Jiu stood outside the interrogation room, intently watching the boy inside undergoing a mental health test.
At such a young age, facing so many people asking questions, he showed no sign of panic. Could such a person have a mental illness?
Sun Jin came out of the interrogation room and looked at the girl standing outside with surprise in her eyes: "Why did you come here?"
"It's almost finished, but I still want to keep an eye on things."
As they walked out, talking, after finishing their discussion about the case, Sun Jin suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why did the chief prosecutor suddenly stop letting you handle this case?"
“It’s all too emotional, and someone made an anonymous report,” Wen Jiu recounted what happened. “A few days ago, my ex-boyfriend had his assistant drive me home, and I was photographed getting out of his car.”
People who are rich and powerful naturally have eye-catching cars. Sun Jin understood this better; no wonder the chief prosecutor acted so quickly.
Before she could speak again, Lin Fan excitedly and curiously asked, "Sister Jiu Jiu, did your ex-boyfriend come to see you?"
"Um."
"You two got back together?"
Wen Jiu's expression faltered slightly, a fleeting sadness crossing her eyes, and she said softly, "It's impossible for us to get back together."
Why?
The gap was already large before, and it's even more so now.
Moreover, he doesn't seem to like her that much anymore.
Seeing the girl's silence, Sun Jin raised her hand and patted the girl next to her: "You've finished your work again, haven't you? You're always the one gossiping when you're not enthusiastic about work."
Lin Fan rubbed his forehead and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm just curious, curious about what kind of man could win over my sister Jiu Jiu back then."
To be honest, Sun Jin was also a little curious about her ex-boyfriend, Wen Jiu.
The girl has a calm personality, and few people or things can affect her mood, but this man can easily stir her emotions.
As the three were talking, they saw a pink car parked on the side of the road as they left the police station.
"This car is so cute," Lin Fan exclaimed, her girlish heart overflowing.
When Wen Jiu saw this, she was stunned and surprised that Zhou Yanchuan hadn't left.
"Wait for me," she said, and ran toward the car.
Zhou Yanchuan wasn't in the car; he was leaning against the passenger side door, smoking with his head down.
His handsome face was shrouded in white mist. Wen Jiu looked at him. In her memory, he had smoked when he was a teenager, but very rarely. After his lighter was confiscated during high school military training, he never touched a cigarette again.
But after this reunion, I smelled cigarette smoke on him several times.
Hearing the noise, Zhou Yanchuan raised his head. The eight or nine o'clock sunlight was a bit dazzling. He squinted, made out the person not far away, and stubbed out his cigarette with his fingertip.
"Why didn't you leave?" Wen Jiu approached.
He gestured towards the inside of the car, and looking in that direction, Wen Jiu found her bag still on the seat.
Lin Fan and Sun Jin, standing on the steps, couldn't make out the man's face beside the car. However, judging from his demeanor, he exuded an air of nobility, completely out of place with the car beside him. He couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.
"Sister Jin, don't you think this figure looks a little familiar?"
Lin Fan stared at him and asked.
Sun Jin looked at that tall and upright figure and felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't quite place it.
Wen Jiu took her bag out of the carriage: "Then I'm leaving."
Zhou Yanchuan looked down at her for a long time before finally humming in agreement.
She felt something was off and turned to leave when she was called back: "I'm not going home for the next few days."
Wen Jiu stopped walking forward, instinctively wanting to ask why, but then suppressed the thought and nodded, saying, "Okay."
*
As the three walked out, Lin Fan kept looking back at the figure beside the car, trying to make out the face with its head down.
Even just a glimpse of her back is enough to make one's heart flutter.
"Who is Sister Jiu Jiu's man?"
"Ex-boyfriend".
Upon hearing this, the girl first exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" and then muttered to herself, "No wonder."
Wen Jiu didn't ask what "no wonder" meant, but just glanced back and felt that Zhou Yanchuan was in a bad mood.
Watching the figure walk away, Zhou Yanchuan picked up his phone and called Lu Nian: "Book a plane ticket back to Qingyang."
"Today?"
"Um."
Zhou Yanchuan gazed quietly into the distance.
Grandma is seriously ill.
Zhou Huaiqian called him and asked him to go back.
*
Although Wen Jiu withdrew from Zhiyi's case, she still paid close attention to the case's progress. When she learned that Song Yang had failed the mental illness test, she smiled for the first time in several days.
Aunt Lin looked at the person with a smile in her eyes from the moment she entered the room and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Wen, are you so happy today?"
"Um."
Wen Jiu responded and sat down on the shoe-changing chair, glancing into the living room.
Seemingly guessing what she was looking for, the woman helped her take the slippers off the shoe rack and said softly, "Yan Chuan hasn't come back yet."
She paused in untying her shoelaces, then continued: "Do you know where he went?"
"It seems like something happened at home."
Wen Jiu was taken aback: "At home?"
"Um."
A hint of worry appeared in her eyes. After sitting on the sofa for a while, she couldn't help but call Chen Yu.
The call was answered almost instantly, but it was a bit noisy.
After a while, the boy's clear, rising voice rang out: "What's wrong, class monitor?"
"Chen Yu, I want to ask you something."
Wen Jiu directly stated his purpose.
Upon hearing this, the person on the other end answered simply, "Go ahead and ask."
Do you know what Zhou Yanchuan did when he went home?
After so many years, hearing those three words from the girl's mouth again, Chen Yu felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
The relationship between the two has finally eased somewhat.
"His grandmother seems to be sick."
"Is his grandmother sick? Is it serious?"
"Ogawa didn't say anything specific, all I know is that he's sick."
Wen Jiu said "okay" and chatted with the person for a while before hanging up the phone.
She seemed a little distracted, tapping the screen a few times as she hesitated, wondering whether to send a text message to ask.
After thinking it over, I decided to forget about it.
But unexpectedly, I received a call from Zhou Yanchuan late at night.
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