I want to give you a chance
Yan's house.
Jiang Shuiying came back from the orphanage. As soon as she entered the door, the housekeeper had already prepared a hot towel. After taking her personal belongings, he did not leave immediately, but stood there without moving.
Jiang Shuiying wiped her hands with a hot towel and saw his hesitation:
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Miss, with all due respect, why did you take Luo Yuwen there, and why did you remind him, what if..."
"What if he doesn't act as you predicted? Then..."
Jiang Shuiying patted the housekeeper's shoulder soothingly and said as they walked, "It's okay. If Luo Yuwen, that fool, doesn't say a word, there will be another stone lion at the gate of the Yan residence."
"I believe he will understand. Don't worry so much. Go make me a pot of black tea."
"...Yes, miss, the tea is ready. It's in the living room."
Jiang Shuiying smiled at the housekeeper and then walked into the living room.
***
After Luo Yuwen returned home, he stood at the entrance and hesitated. He thought that since Jiang Shuiying reminded him like this, did it mean that there was someone he didn't know about in the company on the day Yan Ming died?
We still need to get surveillance.
So he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After a few beeps, the call was connected. There was a younger male voice on the other end, with a somewhat excited tone.
"Brother Yuwen! It's you? It's really you?!"
"How have you been lately?"
Luo Yuwen held up his phone, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.
"I'm fine."
"Zhong Yun, I know I shouldn't contact you in my current capacity, but... I've been having some problems lately. Could you share some details about Yan Ming's death? He's the entrepreneur who passed away a few days ago."
"Or tell me who was in the Yan family's surveillance footage that day."
After listening to this, the other party was silent for dozens of seconds before replying: "No...Brother Yuwen, I can't help you with this."
"Although Yan Ming committed suicide, this information is confidential and I cannot disclose it to you."
"But the surveillance will be returned in a few days. Then you can go to Yan's and ask."
Luo Yuwen had an expression as if he had known this for a long time. After exchanging a few words with Zhong Yun, he hung up the phone and went into the bathroom.
It seems that I have to check it myself. Luo Yuwen stood under the shower and let the hot water wash over him.
Luo Yuwen came out and, following Jiang Shuiying's instructions, began to search for scandals that Yan Ming had encountered in recent years.
He had often helped rich wives to find evidence of their husbands' infidelity, and he was quite good at it. Besides, Jiang Shuiying had made it so obvious, and if he didn't react, he wouldn't have to work as a private detective.
But there is one thing that is more troublesome about this matter, that is, Yan Ming is already dead, and it is impossible for him to track and investigate a dead person.
Luo Yuwen finished his shower and shaved, looking much more energetic. He sat cross-legged on the sofa in a white vest, holding a notebook. Moisture dripped down his muscles, onto his pajamas, leaving a small, round stain.
He didn't turn on the lights. There was an unextinguished cigarette butt in the ashtray beside him, and a glass of half-empty whiskey. The blue light from the screen shone on his face, making him look particularly cold.
After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any clues. Only a few netizens said that Yan Ming was very fickle and often cheated. As for who the cheating partner was, Luo Yuwen couldn't find a single word. Instead, he read the Yan family's story of thriving.
It's said that Yan Ming started out as a small-time foot massage parlor owner, starting from scratch. After growing the business with his younger brother, he expanded into trade, real estate, and other fields. Within a decade, he had become the most famous entrepreneur in G City.
After becoming wealthy, Yan Ming was also very keen on charity work, often donating money to orphanages and charities, sometimes donating a considerable amount. The news also frequently reported on how much Yan Ming donated. In people's impression, Yan Ming went from a nouveau riche to an entrepreneur, and finally to a philanthropist.
That's why some people scold Jiang Shuiying, thinking that she has brought misfortune to such a good person.
But Luo Yuwen couldn't find out anything about Yan Ming's parents. He recalled that when he was at Yan's house, there were only a few people in such a large manor, and it didn't look like a big family.
Looking at the photos in the computer, Luo Yuwen fell into deep thought - how on earth could he find clues when he was so blocked from information?
Luo Yuwen glanced at the male secretary standing next to Yan Ming in the photo.
The male secretary looked very thin and seemed to be about the same height as me. His face was fair and clean, and he wore a pair of black round-framed glasses.
Got it.
***
The next day, Luo Yuwen ran to the coffee shop downstairs of Yan's Group early in the morning, ordered a cup of coffee and stared at the people coming in and out of the office building.
In order not to attract attention, he changed out of his all black clothes and put on a dark blue hoodie and light-colored jeans. He also took off his sunglasses and looked like an ordinary person waiting for someone.
But with Luo Yuwen's face there, it was hard not to notice him. After the third whistle was blown, Luo Yuwen put his sunglasses back on.
He waited from day to night, and the table changed from coffee to lemonade. Even when the water stains had dried, he still didn't see the figure in the photo. Moreover, when it was time to get off work, the lights in Yan's house were still on.
"Are the people in Yan's Group so busy?"
As for why he didn't go directly into the company, firstly, he was not a policeman, and secondly, Yan Ying had not yet been released from the detention center, and he had not made an appointment. Going in rashly would only arouse suspicion.
Luo Yuwen supported his chin and shook his legs, planning to wait until ten o'clock. If no one showed up, he would leave and come back tomorrow.
Finally, at 9:40, a tall and thin figure in a suit hurried out of the gate of the office building and walked towards a black car. Luo Yuwen immediately stood up and chased after him.
When the figure entered the car door and was about to close it, Luo Yuwen pushed with his big hand and interrupted the figure's movement.
The people inside were startled and shouted sharply:
"What are you doing! Who are you?!"
Luo Yuwen pulled the car door open with force. The male secretary's fair face was filled with fear, and then a shrill scream exploded in Luo Yuwen's ears.
"Ah!!! What are you doing! I'm calling the police!"
The shrill scream scraped Luo Yuwen's eardrums, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Sir, don't get excited. Someone has asked me to investigate the cause of Yan Ming's death. You are his secretary..."
Before Luo Yuwen finished speaking, the male secretary sitting in the car screamed like crazy, which attracted a lot of people around. Many people began to watch, as if there was some big gossip.
Luo Yuwen raised his hands, his voice a little panicked.
"Sir, calm down first! I..."
The male secretary did not give Luo Yuwen a chance to explain, holding his head and yelling at him:
"Who are you to investigate me?! Who are you?! Are you a police officer?! Do you have the right to do this?"
"I've already told the police everything I need to say! If you want to ask anything, go ask the police! Go ask the police! Why are you asking me!!!"
After saying that, the male secretary opened the car door, started the car and drove away. When the onlookers saw that there was no gossip to watch, they gradually dispersed, leaving Luo Yuwen alone in the air.
"this..."
Luo Yuwen couldn't understand why the male secretary reacted so nervously when he just asked a few questions.
It's like I'm some kind of monster!
He was frustrated and was about to go back when the sound of high heels rang out behind him, followed by a familiar voice that came into his ears.
"Oh my, our great detective Luo has hit a wall..."
Luo Yuwen turned around and saw the river full of water.
Jiang Shuiying was wearing a dark blue cheongsam today, with patterns embroidered with silver thread. Her cape was still the same black cape, but the blue fabric made her skin look whiter, and the high heels on her feet matched her perfectly. Her curly hair was tied up with a hairpin with a dark blue tassel at the end, matching the color of the fabric.
Jiang Shuiying's smile did not diminish, and she did not stop talking:
"What should I do, Detective Luo? I can't get into the company, the surveillance cameras can't find anything, and the male secretary I finally waited for has run away."
"It's a bit pitiful, Mr. Detective."
Luo Yuwen knew that he was in a very embarrassing situation, but he remained calm and walked towards Jiang Shuiying step by step.
"Why is Miss Jiang here? What a coincidence that you appeared right after I asked you,"
"Are you following me?"
Jiang Shuiying snorted softly, "Oh, Luo Yuwen, are you confused by the investigation? I am now the largest shareholder of Yan Corporation. I can come and go as I please in my company."
"I came here because I felt sorry for you because you kept hitting a wall everywhere."
The two were very close to each other, and Jiang Shuiying looked up at Luo Yuwen from below.
"So, are you interested in having a drink with me this late?"
Luo Yuwen's nostrils were filled with the scent of Jiang Shuiying's perfume. He took a few steps back and looked straight into Jiang Shuiying's eyes.
"Okay, then I'll obey your command, Miss Jiang."
***
Jiang Shuiying brought Luo Yuwen back to Yan's house.
Luo Yuwen originally thought that Jiang Shuiying wanted to have a drink with him. When the two of them sat in the living room, the housekeeper took out a pot of steaming black tea from the corner. Luo Yuwen's expression was somewhat interesting.
Jiang Shuiying looked at his expression and found it funny.
"What's wrong? Mr. Luo is not satisfied?"
"My tea is very rare. I only produce a few kilograms a year. You can't buy it with money. If it weren't for treating you, I wouldn't even be willing to drink it."
Luo Yuwen said embarrassedly, "No, no, Miss Jiang misunderstood."
He raised the teacup, smelled it, and took two sips. It seemed to have a special fragrance compared to ordinary tea, but Luo Yuwen, a rough man, couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.
Jiang Shuiying leaned back on the recliner, legs crossed, her slender fingers resting on the edge of the teacup, looking both weary and elegant. Through the steam of the tea, she asked:
"Miss Jiang? Weren't you calling me Jiang Shuiying Jiang Shuiying so smoothly a few days ago? Why do you sound awkward today?"
"...Miss Jiang, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."
Hearing this, Jiang Shuiying sat up, put the teacup away and smiled softly.
"Heh, Luo Yuwen, you're really interesting. You've been running into obstacles everywhere and being threatened by Yan Ying. It must be tough, right?"
"You look so pitiful, do you want me to give you a chance?"
Luo Yuwen remained calm upon hearing this, but his pupils suddenly constricted, revealing his shock—Jiang Shuiying had already known about this?!
Moreover, Jiang Shuiying even knew that she was being threatened. What else was there that this woman didn't know?
But for the sake of his own face, Luo Yuwen still answered calmly:
"Oh? What chance is Miss Jiang going to give me?"
Jiang Shuiying has excellent eyesight, and the brief shock in Luo Yuwen's eyes did not escape her.
Seeing Luo Yuwen's reaction, Jiang Shuiying's mood became better. She leaned back in her chair, stretched out her fingers to curl the curly hair that fell by her ears, casually.
"Luo Yuwen, do you want to cooperate with me?"
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