Manager Guo was identified as a criminal suspect on the third day after Guo Zhimeng got out of bed and started walking.
Zhao Chengguang was helping the little girl practice walking in the corridor, but after only a few steps she had to hold onto the wall and didn't want to walk anymore.
"Are you feeling dizzy and nauseous?" Zhao Chengguang took out a small stool and placed it on the ground for her to sit on. "If you're tired, let's rest for a bit and catch our breath before we continue."
Lung damage leads to insufficient blood supply to the brain, making it difficult to even walk.
During her month of rehabilitation and recovery, after repeated communication with Zhao Chengguang, Guo Zhimeng finally admitted that "it was her father who took the lighter."
Her throat was sore from the smoke that she couldn't speak, and could only express her feelings by nodding or shaking her head.
With gentle persuasion, I explained that smoking is not allowed indoors. What was Manager Guo doing with the lighter?
Zhao Chengguang felt that Guo Zhimeng knew other things, but she just wouldn't say.
If you press her too hard, she'll pout her little lips and look at you with a tearful expression.
Is it out of fear of retaliation?
With that thought in mind, Zhao Chengguang assured the girl, "I will protect you and will never let him hurt you again."
With some surveillance footage and Guo Zhimeng's testimony, Zhao Chengguang was confident he could get Manager Guo imprisoned.
Openly damaging other people's property or intentionally setting fires in public places, if the amount involved is substantial, will almost certainly result in a sentence of three years or more imprisonment.
If we find a good lawyer, we can appeal to emotions and get the motives behind Manager Guo's arson revealed.
Murdering one's own child is a blatant disregard for human ethics.
It's a sure thing for at least ten years.
Manager Guo is in his thirties this year. After serving ten years in prison, he has no hope for the rest of his life.
Zhao Chengguang had already found out all of this, and all that was left was for Guo Zhimeng to personally confirm it.
Stuck at this point, Guo Zhimeng wouldn't speak up, and Zhao Chengguang had no way to "tell others."
If the evidence is insufficient, will people believe me?
Furthermore, Manager Guo could easily cover up the fact that he was "having a nicotine addiction, had a moral failing, and was willing to accept compensation" simply by claiming that he was smoking indoors.
Smoking indoors will only cost you a few hundred yuan in compensation.
Even if they were to compensate the hotel for all its losses, it would only amount to tens of thousands of yuan, not enough to warrant jail time.
There is a huge difference between intentional and unintentional homicide, and between manslaughter and premeditated homicide.
Zhao Chengguang didn't want to let things end so hastily, so he could only keep reassuring Guo Zhimeng, "Don't worry, trust your uncle, your uncle will protect you."
The girl on the hospital bed turned her head and looked at the big tree outside the window, ignoring him.
He seems unhappy.
Zhao Chengguang scratched his head, unsure of what he could do to make her happy.
"Mengmeng needs nebulizer treatment every day, so be a good girl." It's not appropriate to leave the little girl alone in the hospital, but Zhao Chengguang can't neglect his work either.
Caught between two options, I could only call Liu Qing and ask, "What should I do?"
Liu Qing had no idea what to do.
She came to keep her daughter company, but her daughter always turned her back and wouldn't even glance at her.
I can't hit her, I can't scold her, "I clearly love her, but I don't know what to do?"
How can I get my daughter to be energetic and happy to be close to me? How can I get her to chatter away and confide her worries about life and studies to me?
Liu Qing himself was a quiet person, and so was his daughter.
The big gourd looks at the small gourd, and they stare at each other in silence.
Zhao Chengguang felt awkward watching from the side.
He sat there for a long time without saying a word, dryly peeling an apple and asking if I wanted some.
What a fool! "With such a sore throat, how can you eat an apple?"
"Hard food, you really don't know how to take care of people."
Zhao Chengguang teased Liu Qing, "I really don't know how you grew up to be so big."
During the time he spent with Guo Zhimeng, Zhao Chengguang was almost suffocating, as no one talked to him.
Having finally met Liu Qing, and taking advantage of his reputation as her "savior," they talked for a long time after getting to know each other.
It's so noisy and incessant.
Liu Qing retorted, "You think you're so great at taking care of people? I'm not, okay?"
They spoke in a harsh and unpleasant manner, and I thought that if I just went along with what they were saying, they would shut up.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengguang continued smoothly—
"Yes, I can take care of people, adults, children, and the elderly. Take Mengmeng's situation for example, if she doesn't eat, you can..."
Liu Qing's temple twitched, and she suppressed her urge to leave, listening to his rambling, "If you have the chance, you should learn to cook. If you don't have time, you can have someone else cook for you. If you have time, you can learn to cook and enjoy life."
Click!
Liu Qing lifted her eyelids, put down the white paper, and prepared to end this "ear-piercing" lecture. Zhao Chengguang continued, "The reason I enjoy cooking is because I enjoy watching others eat; it makes me happy to have my loved ones eat the food I've made—"
"By the way, can you cook?"
"Is that even a question?" Liu Qing took a deep breath, telling herself not to respond to him.
If I accept, he'll definitely have to say something more.
I might as well leave and ignore his nagging.
"Not answering means you don't know how. It's okay if you can't cook; you can learn slowly, or you can have someone around who can cook without having to learn..."
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
Suddenly, Liu Qing spoke up, "Do you have a boyfriend? What's the point of saying all this?"
According to Sun Lifang, Zhao Chengguang is single and has even asked her to help him find a girlfriend.
Even though you don't have a partner, you dare to criticize your loved one in front of me.
I'm going to poke at your sore spot!
That's what Liu Qing thought, but little did she know that Zhao Chengguang's defense was at its maximum level.
He asked her with a grin, "I don't have one, will you introduce me to someone?"
After saying that, he glanced at her up and down, then looked away disdainfully, "Never mind, you don't have any anyway."
Let's compare the most tragic to the least tragic, and see who is more miserable.
Choking back tears, Liu Qing suddenly realized that he had injured the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of his own.
There's no need; it's better to leave.
After spending these days together, Liu Qing knew very well that she couldn't win an argument with Zhao Chengguang.
Let's not waste our breath.
As I grasped the handrail, a voice suddenly came from behind me, "Do you think I can do this?"
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