"Wow, so full of youthful energy."
Li Zhikai's shrewd eyes swept across the three people's faces, his professional habits as a micro-expression analysis expert kicking in.
"The boy on the right has a crush on the girl on the far left, but he has a controlling desire for the girl in the middle. You see, compared to the girl on the left's normal arm-linking posture, the boy's arm is bent at an angle that looks more like he's holding her hostage. Also, the girl in the middle is clearly leaning more to the left, which shows that she is internally resistant to contact with the boy."
To verify his hypothesis, Li Zhikai subconsciously reached for the mouse, hoping to scroll to the next photo.
Liang Jiayao pressed down on the mouse, his expression suddenly darkening.
He stared intently at Zhuang Changyou, who was smiling broadly on the screen.
The icy gaze seemed to pierce right through him.
Liang Jiayao enlarged the photo to show Zhuang Changyou's arm.
Although the short sleeves covered most of it, Liang Jiayao recognized it at a glance as a tattoo exclusive to the Bamboo Union gang.
"Call the Bamboo Union boss over and tell him I'm looking for him."
With Liang Ershao's name on his side, even if the leader of the Bamboo Union gang had to crawl, he would still have to climb to the police force.
Liang Jiayao bent his fingers and gently tapped Zhuang Changyou's image on the screen with his knuckles.
"Furthermore, look into his criminal record; it's impossible for someone like him to be clean."
Li Zhikai frowned.
"No, Inspector Leung, he's just a thug, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"
Of course.
Li Zhikai stroked his chin. "Inspector Liang, if you notice anything suspicious, let me know in advance. Is this thug involved in some big case?"
Liang Jiayao put down the mouse with a light touch, his dark eyes like a bottomless pool.
Are you going to investigate or not?
Liang Jiayao's voice carried an invisible sense of oppression.
...
Before Fu Yu woke up, she felt the hand pressing on her waist getting tighter and tighter.
She opened her eyes groggily, and Liang Jiayao's fingertips pressed against her lips, neither too light nor too heavy.
She was clearly lying in bed, but somehow she ended up sitting in Liang Jiayao's lap.
Was he sleepwalking?
She instinctively tried to get up, but Liang Jiayao noticed her reaction, grabbed her hand, and instead of stroking her lips, he used his fingers to control her chin.
"Ayu, you only have me in your heart, right?"
Liang Jiayao's face looked more sickly and paranoid than usual.
"You're hurting me."
Ayu's eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to fall but not quite, making her look very pitiful.
Liang Jiayao regained his senses and immediately released Fu Yu, but his trembling fingers still wouldn't leave her skin.
"Ayu, you won't lie to me, right?"
His questioning revealed a humble pleading and a perfectly concealed anxiety.
Fu Yu's lips parted slightly: "If anyone's lying, it's you lying to me. You don't dare to show your true feelings, you don't dare to reveal your true colors. You're the worst liar in the world."
Her voice was soft, like a feather stirring Liang Jiayao's heart.
"But what can I do? You're so mean, I still can't bring myself to hate you."
Fu Yu's fingers slid down his forehead.
Eyebrow bone, bridge of nose, philtrum, cupid's bow.
Liang Jiayao opened his mouth and bit Fu Yu's fingertip.
But he didn't dare to bite hard; it was more like sucking than biting.
Fu Yu narrowed her eyes. "I won't reward you. Just give in."
Liang Jiayao's voice was hoarse, "Ayu, don't be so cold-blooded. You know how hard I've been enduring this."
She must know.
Countless nights he stared unabashedly at her sleeping face, their fingers intertwined.
The bed sheets that were put away early in the morning, the hair, hair clips, hair ties that were secretly collected, the water cup she drank from, the ballpoint pen cap she bit, and the clothes he always wore in the same color scheme as her, even though he never said anything.
They looked like a very close couple.
Even the most oblivious person should have noticed it by now.
Liang Jiayao had already bared his fangs, all for the sake of keeping Fu Yu firmly under his control.
And now, he can finally take that step.
...
The Liang family's banquet this year is scheduled for the rooftop garden of the Junhao Hotel.
As Fu Yu and Liang Jiayao entered the banquet hall together, whispers arose around them.
"Who is this girl? She's a completely new face. Which socialite is she?"
"I don't know him either."
"The other day, Young Master Liang took her shopping, and they looked so affectionate. Look at them today, they're even wearing matching outfits."
"What a pity. I was thinking of introducing my sister to the Second Young Master. If she were with him, she would be like a phoenix rising from the ashes."
"Ayu, Ayao, it's so hard to see you."
Liang Weiye walked over with a smile, holding a wine glass.
His gaze swept between the two of them, and he said meaningfully, "Ayu, you've gotten a little thinner lately. Is it because Ayao isn't treating you well?"
“Your status is not ordinary now. If Ayao bullies you, just tell me or complain to Grandpa. We will definitely teach him a lesson.”
After saying that, she gave her younger brother a teasing look, "Even sitting in a wheelchair, you're not behaving yourself."
Liang Jiayao's eyes were sharp, seemingly unconcerned about his brother's teasing, as he rubbed Fu Yu's fingertips with his clenched hands.
He was in a good mood today and didn't hold a grudge against his brother.
"Hey, Ayu."
Fang Hui walked over with a man. She exchanged a glance with her husband and introduced him with a smile: "This is Yao Funan, the young master of Yao's Enterprise. He just graduated with a master's degree."
"Bigger than my Ayu..."
"Six years older."
“Oh~”, Liang Weiye continued meaningfully, “Does Mr. Yao have a girlfriend?”
Yao Funan forced a smile. "No."
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