Chapter 32
After he finished speaking, Cen Zhao's expression was a bit surprised, while Chen Liuchi was slightly stunned. After a few seconds, he was a bit dazed and mechanically repeated Zeng Baoguo's words: "Jiang Lainan is not related to them by blood?"
Zeng Baoguo continued nodding, "Yes, absolutely not. Either the hospital took the wrong child away, or Jiang Lainan was adopted by the Jiang family."
After saying that, the noodles in the pot were almost done. Zeng Baoguo liked to eat this kind of half-cooked noodles, so he quickly got up and went to the kitchen to find a large colander.
Before he stood up, he exchanged glances with Cen Zhao. He could tell Chen Liuchi wasn't in good shape, but with her boyfriend here, he didn't want to waste his energy trying to be a third wheel. However, if Chen Liuchi could come up with any clues, Cen Zhao would have to let him know afterwards.
Cen Zhao understood what he meant, and after seeing the person enter the kitchen, he whispered, "What's wrong?"
Chen Liuchi had come to his senses by now. He picked up the yellow throat with his serving chopsticks and thought for a moment: "Nothing, it's just... I feel a little sorry for Jiang Lainan."
When the incident happened, Jiang Lainan's attitude towards the Jiang family was nothing but protection. Even though she herself was clearly a victim, she was willing to give false testimony for that beastly brother and disrupt the evidence collection work. If it weren't for the powerful Shen family putting pressure on her, perhaps the matter would have been glossed over.
"I don't know if Jiang Lainan himself knows about this."
Chen Liuchi gave half of the yellow throat to Cen Zhao. His expression was not one of sympathy or pity, but as he said, he was angry at Cen Zhao for not fighting and hated him for not doing anything: Ten years ago, Jiang Lainan was only 30 years old, upright, young and energetic, so why didn't he know how to resist.
"Even if she felt powerless at the time, she could have turned to the Women's Federation or the police for help." Chen Liuchi couldn't understand and felt a little depressed. "There's really no need to help the evildoers and let those two beasts bully her for so long."
Cen Zhao shook his head slightly upon hearing this. "For anything truly important, you can't rely on others. Jiang Lainan endured for so long, perhaps because she was afraid, afraid that she would be beaten and treated inhumanely if she informed on the matter. On the other hand, she may have become numb, so numb that she no longer expected rescue and didn't care about it."
In this case, any external short-term help is futile.
She must get out of that environment and receive long-term treatment and mental reconstruction, otherwise she will be trapped in that devil's den for the rest of her life and unable to escape.
Chen Liuchi dipped his sesame paste silently, and Huang Hou stirred his mouth in the dish several times before he sighed: "Never mind, everyone accepts their fate and their own fortune. I will enjoy the happiness if I don't act like a saint. If she doesn't struggle, even the Bodhisattva can't save her."
“It’s not a bad thing to be kind and compassionate.”
Cen Zhao patted his head. "It's easy to control them if you want to. Jiang Lainan has no blood relationship with them. If there's no legal adoption procedure, then what Jiang Lainan has suffered over the years can't be simply described as a family dispute or civil issue. She can definitely sue the two Jiang family members in court."
"Of course, that's if she wants to."
After dinner, Zeng Baoguo was going back to the bureau to work overtime. Before leaving, he said to Shen Liuchi, "If Jiang Lainan is going to file a lawsuit against the Jiang family father and son—oh, there's no father now—if she's going to file a lawsuit against Jiang Bozheng, she might need some witnesses."
Chen Liuchi tactfully stated that if Jiang Lainan needed it, he could only introduce a professional team of lawyers to provide legal assistance.
Although Zeng Baoguo didn't know the details of what happened back then, he had also reviewed some files related to the deceased since the identity of the body was confirmed. He didn't say much at this time, just nodded and said, "Okay, if she has this idea, I will contact you."
After everyone left, Chen Liuchi walked to the kitchen in his slippers to find Cen Zhao who was cleaning the dishes. He stretched out his arms and hugged Cen Zhao from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. Not feeling it was enough, he tilted his head and rubbed it.
Cen Zhao let him rub against her and smiled softly: "Tired?"
Chenliuchi closed his eyes: "Carbon dizziness."
Cen Zhao did not expose his depressed mood, but moved quickly, rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher in a few seconds, then rinsed them and took him back to the bedroom.
Chen Liuchi was showered and had his hair blown clean like a child, and when he was finally put on the bed, he was still a little dazed. He looked at Cen Zhao, who was shaking out the cup for him at the foot of the bed, and asked blankly, "You're sleeping right after eating?"
Cen Zhao spread out the quilt and wrapped him up like a silkworm chrysalis. It was autumn, and the newly changed lambskin blanket was very soft. The two of them felt like two little lambs, cuddling together through their furry coats. "My mom taught me that when you encounter a difficult situation, just sleep first. When you wake up, you might realize it wasn't a big deal."
Chen Liuchi smiled and squeezed closer to Cen Zhao's arms until there was no gap between them and the soft fur was replaced by warm flesh.
"Actually, I'm fine," he said, "I just feel a little complicated. If it were ten years ago, I definitely wouldn't have introduced a lawyer to Jiang Lainan." He didn't even have time to feel disgusted, so how could he possibly lend a helping hand?
"Your mind changes with age. It's normal to change your thoughts." Cen Zhao comforted him.
Chen Liuchi said nothing, only thinking of Jiang Lainan again. He had once seen a photo of Jiang Lainan at Jiang's house. It was taken a long time ago. In the photo, Jiang Lainan looked no more than twenty years old. She was stared at by the camera, a little shy, but her eyes were bright, and when she smiled, a dimple appeared on one side of her face.
"I'm going to sleep."
Chen Liuchi didn't know why, but he felt a little depressed. He rolled up the quilt and thrust back and forth in Cen Zhao's arms twice as if to vent his anger. In the end, his waist was sore and he was exhausted, so he buried his head in the other's shoulder and didn't move.
Cen Zhao stroked the back of his furry head. His voice and tone were as soft as the cashmere on the bed. "I understand how you feel. Sometimes strength fights strength, and contempt fights contempt. But for kind people, they just hope to give humanity dignity, just like you just think that Jiang Lainan should find a better way."
Chen Liuchi said in a muffled voice, "Maybe. I don't think I'm a saint, but this feeling is too fucked up..."
The girl who had been ravaged and tortured for many years actually didn't deserve all this. She should have had a happy family and should have smiled brightly forever.
Chen Liuchi felt sorry for her, but because of the hurt he had suffered in the past, he couldn't and would not take another step forward.
"If you feel like shit, do something about it."
Cen Zhao patted him on the back, his tone calm and composed, with an indescribable power. "Although we shouldn't carry anyone else's emotions and life on our shoulders, I sometimes feel that when people are affected, they should take the initiative to do something. What you take initiative to do is different from what others give you. If you need to be ravaged, you should ravage yourself, not become someone else's underwear."
Chen Liuchi was listening attentively at first, but when he heard a chuckle at the end, he burst into laughter. With his hair all tangled up, he climbed out of his arms, his hair swaying like a dandelion, laughing: "What do you mean by becoming someone else's underwear? Isn't that disgusting!"
Cen Zhao didn't deliver a punchline properly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Don't they say on the internet that if you care about someone's emotions, you become their underwear?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't explained, but once he did, Chen Liuchi was overjoyed. He rubbed Cen Zhao's face while laughing, "Our forensic doctor Cen can even surf the Internet."
Cen Zhao let him do whatever he wanted, but he was helpless: "I'm not an old man." What's wrong with learning a few new words or sentences occasionally.
"Okay, okay, our Sir Cen is the latest trend."
This interruption made Chen Liuchi feel much better. He took the initiative to crawl out from under the blanket, leaned over and kissed Cen Zhao on the side of his face: "Reward."
Cen Zhao still had a speechless expression on his face, but his men did not stop. They held Shen Liuchi's waist and took off his pajamas with ease. "The reward is too perfunctory. Coaxing Shen Xiaochi is a major achievement. I demand a generous reward."
Chen Liuchi snorted lightly, but did not refuse. He even raised his waist and hips actively, indulging Cen Zhao's actions.
"So obedient?" Cen Zhao was a little surprised. When Chen Liuchi was taking a bath just now, he was complaining about back pain. He didn't expect that he would be so cooperative now.
Chen Liuchi put one hand on the back of his neck, pressing his palm on the back of Cen Zhao's neck to make him get closer, while the other hand slid down along the smooth fabric of his pajamas, slowly reaching in, and finally landing on his waist and hips, hooking up a corner of his underwear and then letting it go. The sound of the rebound was not painful, but very clear.
"Didn't Forensic Doctor Cen forbid me from wearing underwear?"
At such a close distance, Shen Liu was in control of Cen Zhao's every reaction. He kneaded and soothed him, just as skillfully as when Cen Zhao stripped off his pants, gaining irreplaceable pleasure from the man's heavy, suppressed breathing:
"I'm very obedient, Mr. Cen."
The price of the waves was that Sinking Pool was unable to get up and go to work on Monday.
Although he has decided to continue being a second-generation rich man who hangs out online since Shen Maoyuan was discharged from the hospital after recovering from his injury, there is still a significant difference between making one's own decision and passively executing something.
Lying on the bed, Chen Liuchi finally understood what Cen Zhao had said last night: "There's a difference between what you take the initiative to do and what others give you." It really was different. The difference was so huge! He was practically paralyzed!
Cen Zhao did not go to work in the morning. He took half a day off to take care of the "dying" Boss Shen. Even though it was indeed not a good arrangement to take a leave on Monday, everyone knew that Forensic Doctor Cen was a family man, and there would be special circumstances at home.
When Chen Liuchi woke up, Cen Zhao had just taken his temperature. Last night's commotion was indeed a bit too much. Although Chen Liuchi was not the weak type, Cen Zhao was still worried. He wiped his body, applied medicine, and cooked porridge. The fire in the kitchen was not turned off yet when he heard Chen Liuchi shouting for help in the bedroom.
"Yes, yes."
Cen Zhao hurried in, and seeing Chen Liuchi's listless appearance on the bed, he felt like laughing. He wiped his hands on his apron before going over to touch his forehead. "Better now. You had a slight fever before. Do you have a headache now? Is your throat uncomfortable?"
Chen Liuchi squinted his eyes and looked at the people: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts everywhere, I don't even have enough strength to open my eyes and stare at you!"
Cen Zhao wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He took off his apron and sat by the bed, hugging the man's waist. "It's my fault. Eat and take medicine later. If the fever doesn't go down, I'll call the doctor to give you an IV."
Being coaxed like this, Chen Liuchi felt even more fragile. He bit him listlessly and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"My mom sent me some beef, and I cooked it—"
"Your mother?!"
Chen Liuchi instantly perked up, his eyes filled with fear: "Is your mother going to see me like this?"
"No, no."
Cen Zhao was startled by his shout, and regardless of his pounding heart, he quickly explained, "She usually passed by the Municipal Bureau on her way to pick up my dad for work. She wanted to drop off some beef at my workplace this morning, but when she heard I was on leave, she called to ask what was going on."
Chenliuchi was very nervous: "What did you say?"
Cen Zhao suppressed his laughter and said, "I said that I had a spicy hot pot last night and my stomach was uncomfortable, so I asked for half a day off. Then she sent beef to my home." In fact, she had mentioned that she wanted to come and visit, but Cen Zhao was in this "golden house hiding a beautiful girl", so how could he dare to welcome his mother in.
Chen Liuchi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then wilted again: "Where are you feeling unwell? It's clearly me who's feeling unwell."
Hearing this, Cen Zhao had to defend himself: "Are you really not feeling well? Why do I feel like you—"
"Alright, shut up." Chen Liuchi immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, afraid he would say anything more lewd. He had finally realized that no matter how respectable a man looked, he was always a good captain in bed.
Cen Zhao kissed his palm and took advantage of the moment when his palm curled up to speak: "Just one sentence, I'll say one more sentence."
"My mom said this morning that she and my dad had discussed it and wanted to meet you for dinner. She wanted me to ask you...what do you think?"
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