Xiao Xin paused, clenching her fist: "You try."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out without looking back.
The door creaked open, and Jiang Yuqing was stunned for a moment before her eyes were suddenly filled with loneliness.
...
Xiao Xin didn't wait for HR to dismiss him; he packed his things and prepared to leave.
Mo Xuan was halfway through his work when he heard him packing up, so he quickly came over and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Xinxin? Why are you packing up?"
Xiao Xin didn't even look up: "I resigned."
Mo Xuan panicked and grabbed his arm: "No, then you've worked for nothing this month?"
Xiao Xin didn't reply to him, and picked up the box to leave.
Mo Xuan quickly followed behind him, "What happened? Tell me, what wronged you? I'll help you get revenge."
Xiao Xin still ignored him.
Mo Xuan continued rambling: "You don't want the song anymore? That song was almost finished and could have been released, how come all of a sudden..."
Xiao Xin paused, turned around and looked at him: "Jiang Yuqing is back."
Mo Xuan was taken aback: "When did this happen?"
Xiao Xin continued walking towards the elevator, ignoring him.
Mo Xuan: "Then you don't need to resign. I've also invested in this company. You stay here, I'll protect you."
Xiao Xin coldly refused: "No need."
Moreover, his subsequent production and distribution do not necessarily have to be done with this company.
However, Xiao Xin was starting to have a headache thinking about the copyright issues that might arise from signing the contract.
Mo Xuan was at a loss and was anxiously pacing around.
Xiao Xin glanced at him: "You can help me release the song later..."
After all, it was the culmination of so much of his hard work, and he was actually a little reluctant to part with it.
Seeing his calm expression, Mo Xuan realized that there was nothing he could do about being anxious, so he could only watch him walk out of the elevator.
Xiao Xin put the things in the trunk, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.
He has plenty of work to do; he's gained some popularity now, so he's not worried about not finding a job.
The most important thing now is the audio recording he has.
He drove directly to the police station to reopen the case.
The police listened to his recording, his brows furrowing even more: "This sounds like a personal grudge. Is there any more conclusive evidence to prove it?"
Xiao Xin laughed angrily: "No, uncle, he said he took the person into the mountains and even pushed him. Doesn't that count as evidence?"
The police explained to him, "No suspicious secondary traces were found at the scene at the time, and two years have passed. Even if we were to reinvestigate now, it would be extremely difficult."
Speaking of suspicious traces, Xiao Xin suddenly thought of the necklace.
“What if it’s evidence belonging to the deceased?” he asked.
The police officer looked up at him: "Do you have any evidence?"
He paused for a moment, then reminded her, "If you're talking about that necklace from back then, I'm afraid that won't work, because we didn't find any marks on it at the time, and besides, you yourself accepted it as a birthday present..."
Xiao Xin thought for a moment; the necklace had been worn for so long that it was already showing signs of wear and tear.
With his only lead gone, he immediately lost heart.
"Okay." Xiao Xin nodded dejectedly twice, then turned and left.
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Xiao Xin drove home and stayed in the garage for a while.
He took out a cigarette, just about to light it in the car, when he seemed to remember something, got out of the car, leaned back against the car body, and took two deep drags on the cigarette.
The more I smoked, the more frustrated I felt.
Xiao Xin now feels inexplicably annoyed whenever he thinks of Jiang Yuqing's face.
Smoking didn't relieve his boredom, so Xiao Xin grabbed his things from the trunk and prepared to go home.
As I climbed to the eighth floor and opened the door, I immediately felt a sense of unfamiliarity, as if I hadn't been back for a long time.
He's been working non-stop lately, and if Fu Yan hadn't brought him meals every day, he probably wouldn't even be able to tell day from night.
Fu Yan didn't return, so Xiao Xin prepared to go to the bathroom to wash off the smell of smoke.
He took off his coat and casually placed it on the recliner by the door.
I grabbed a bath towel and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as Fu Yan got home, he saw a pair of shoes by the door and a coat on the recliner.
He sniffed the coat; the scent of roses mingled with a faint tobacco aroma, and he instantly knew that Xiao Xin had returned.
Fu Yan put the dishes in the kitchen, took off his coat, and sneaked into the bathroom.
Xiao Xin doesn't have the concept of closing the door when she takes a shower, so Fu Yan walked into the bathroom without any trouble.
He tiptoed to the bathtub, only to find that Xiao Xin had her eyes closed and seemed unaware that he had entered.
Fu Yan knelt behind his head, placed his hands on his shoulders, and began to massage his shoulders.
Feeling the comfortable pressure, Xiao Xin suddenly snapped out of her drowsiness, and couldn't help but smile.
Fu Yan looked at the smile on his lips and asked, "Brother, were you just asleep?"
Xiao Xin: "Hmm..."
With a slightly nasal tone and a languid air.
Seeing his tired face, Fu Yan felt a pang of heartache: "Brother, take a nap a little longer, I'll give you another massage..."
Xiao Xin turned slightly to the side, hooked her arm around Fu Yan's neck, and naturally pressed her lips against Fu Yan's.
Fu Yan understood what he meant, and hugged Xiao Xin back to kiss her.
...
The two became entangled in the bedroom. Xiao Xin was unusually enthusiastic and proactive today, which made Fu Yan lose control and make a mess of every corner of the room.
Even before going to sleep, Xiao Xin kept biting his earlobe and asking, "Little Banquet has always liked me, right..."
Xiao Xin's words were tinged with unease and uncertainty, and also carried a hint of sadness...
However, Fu Yan was very patient. Every time Xiao Xin asked a question, he would reply, "I will always like you, brother. Fu Yan will always like Xiao Xin..."
His eyes were sincere, and his tone was firm. Xiao Xin finally felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, Fu Yan learned of Xiao Xin's resignation but didn't say much.
As usual, he made breakfast for Xiao Xin before leaving home in the morning.
Today he and Feng Lu are going to the judging competition, so he needs to get to school early to meet Feng Lu.
As soon as he stepped out of the alley, he saw Feng Lu waiting for him at the alley entrance in a pure black supercar.
Fu Yan was stunned for a moment, and Feng Lu tilted his head and whistled at him, "What are you standing there for? Get in the car."
Fu Yan sat in the passenger seat, put his bag on the back seat, and was about to speak when Feng Lu kicked the car and drove it far away.
Fu Yan: "...Wouldn't it be too conspicuous for you to drive this car to a place like that?"
Feng Lu: "You're overthinking it. I just prefer to be low-key in my personal life but high-profile in my work."
Fu Yan had nothing to say and shut his mouth.
Feng Lu noticed the marks on his neck with her sharp eyes and smiled, "You've been quite high-profile lately, living such a comfortable life, yet I haven't seen the hickeys on your body fade..."
Thinking of Xiao Xin, Fu Yan's eyes filled with a sweet warmth, and he said, "I can't help it, my wife is too clingy."
"Oh my, oh my, 'wife' again." Feng Lu was practically drowning in the romantic aura emanating from him.
Then he praised Fu Yan: "Not bad, you're quite good at it, no wonder I taught you."
“Why are you so happy?” Fu Yan retorted, “You did teach me the theoretical knowledge, but it was mainly my brother’s contribution…”
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