After Liang Weiye left, only Liang Jiayao and Fu Yu remained in the ward.
Liang Jiayao calmed himself down, stretched out his arms, and pulled Fu Yu into his embrace, his fingers lightly stroking Fu Yu's waist.
His eyes were dark.
"Does Ayu want to go to the family dinner?"
What is a family dinner?
Fu Yu blinked and asked him, "Are there lots of delicious things to eat?"
"Um."
In Liang Jiayao's memory, family banquet is definitely not a good word.
A group of people who hold the power of discourse exchanged tedious social niceties, sharing their resources and connections.
If the old man were to reveal Fu Yu's identity at the family banquet, the entire city of Hong Kong would know within an hour that Fu Yu had become Miss Liang.
For the rest of his life, he could only be Fu Yu's uncle.
Liang Jiayao's breathing became heavier.
The hospital gown I was wearing made me feel suffocated.
Fu Yu hugged Liang Jiayao's neck and leaned into his arms with complete trust.
Do you want me to go?
Fu Yu's soft voice whispered in his ear, as if she heard his innermost thoughts.
“If you don’t want Ayu to go, then Ayu won’t go.”
Liang Jiayao lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on his slightly parted lips.
The hand placed on the waist gradually tightened.
"Really? Ayu only listens to me and only cares about me?"
Liang Jiayao cupped her face in his hands, his thin lips pressed gently against Fu Yu's cheek.
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Fu Yu's eyes as she casually turned her head to the side.
She kissed him right on the lips.
The favorability rating jumped to 45% in an instant.
“Ayu.”
A dark glint flashed in Liang Jiayao's eyes. "I told you, don't kiss me like that."
Because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself.
I want to announce our relationship to the world openly and honestly, and before that, I will absolutely not let any scandals or controversies taint your eyes.
I will not allow you to be misrepresented or slandered because of me.
Fu Yu was like a cunning little fox, and was not intimidated by Liang Jiayao's imposing manner.
Instead, it intensified, with him kissing Liang Jiayao's lips again and again.
A provocative smile curved his lips.
"If you want Ayu to obey, you have to reward her."
"Ayu wants a crisp kiss."
As she spoke, Fu Yu bit Liang Jiayao's lip.
Blood dripped down her canine teeth and onto her jawline. She was like a vengeful demon, determined to devour Liang Jiayao completely.
Liang Jiayao closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.
With barely concealed excitement.
Just as he couldn't resist wanting to kiss her back, Fu Yu mischievously released his lips.
“My uncle said that if you show your bad-man nature, I will push you away.”
"Is Uncle satisfied with Ayu's push?"
Liang Jiayao tilted his head back.
He's a scoundrel who has spun his own cocoon.
...
After regaining his sight, he could openly stare at Fu Yu at any time.
Asking a colleague to help make a set of jewelry with a positioning function is even easier.
His colleagues asked him if he had discovered any crucial clues to a dangerous case.
The only response I received was a four-word reply from Liang Jiayao.
"No comment."
Yes, just like his usual style.
If he told the truth, then Inspector Leung wouldn't be Inspector Leung.
When the jewelry arrived, Liang Jiayao was combing Fu Yu's hair.
He took out a hair tie from the gift box and put the hair tie that Fu Yu always used on his wrist.
Without making a sound, they used a headband equipped with a surveillance device to tie the little girl's hair.
Then bring it up casually.
"Ayu, do you remember anything from when you were little? For example, before you had a high fever, did you experience anything scary?"
Fu Yu closed her eyes, and strangely enough, when she tried to retrieve the original owner's memories related to the high fever, all of them were blank.
There was no caregiver, nor were Chen Qingqing and Zhuang Changyou.
In her memory, the original owner seemed to be locked in a white room. Her body was burning hot, her eyes were covered, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
All I could hear was the sound of myself getting up and then falling down again.
Fu Yu accessed the memories from a third-person perspective through the system, only to discover that in Zhuang Changyou and Chen Qingqing's memories, there was only the scene of Fu Yu being taken away by an ambulance.
Her consciousness drifted through the images in her memory, her eyes fixed on Zhuang Changyou and Chen Qingqing's micro-expressions.
A sudden tightening around her waist instantly brought her back to her senses.
Liang Jiayao hugged her from behind.
Perhaps it was her prolonged silence that led Liang Jiayao to misunderstand that she was lost in sad memories.
His comforting kiss landed on Fu Yu's neck, a light, lingering kiss.
"It's okay, Ayu. With me by your side, you don't need to force yourself."
"Don't dwell on unhappy memories."
Liang Jiayao would not allow painful memories to continue to tormenting Fu Yu, but that did not mean he would not investigate the truth of what happened back then.
While Fu Yu was taking a nap, Liang Jiayao returned to the police station.
This was a place he thought he would never set foot in again.
"Inspector Leung, why would you be interested in an orphanage?"
Police officers in the archives retrieved information about Morning Star Orphanage, including media reports from external websites and case records from the internal network.
Liang Jiayao moved the mouse with a cold expression.
The police officer joined the police force right after Leung Ka-yiu's incident. He had heard from his seniors that Leung Ka-yiu was able to solve major cases by meticulously analyzing seemingly insignificant details.
Could it be that there's something wrong with this orphanage?
The police officer, on high alert, cautiously asked, "Should we send more officers to monitor this orphanage now?"
Liang Jiayao looked away from the computer and stared at the police officer with a frown.
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