"careful!"
Just as she was about to crash into the wall, Qu Si'en rushed over like lightning.
His body stood like a solid fortress, firmly blocking Ye Zhao's path.
Ye Zhao's impact slammed into Qu Si'en, causing him to sway slightly, but he remained standing firm without flinching.
Qu Si'en gripped Ye Zhao's arm tightly and pulled her back to her side.
His eyes were filled with concern and anxiety, as if to say, "Don't hurt yourself like this."
Ye Zhao's face showed surprise and despair. She tried to break free from Qu Si'en's restraints, but his strength prevented her from doing so.
The whole scene was filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere, making people hold their breath in suspense.
Ye Zhao's eyes were originally dull and lifeless, but when Qu Si'en blocked her from hitting the wall, her gaze gradually brightened.
She gazed at Qu Si'en, a thin mist rising in her eyes, which gradually condensed into teardrops that slowly slid down her cheeks.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but could not utter a sound.
Qu Si'en's actions were like a ray of warm sunshine, piercing through the gloom in her heart and giving her an unprecedented sense of warmth and comfort.
At that moment, Ye Zhao seemed to have rediscovered the courage and hope for life.
She said, touched, "Thank you."
After saying that, he was taken into the car by the police.
In the living room, Qu Si'en sat quietly on the sofa, his right hand trembling slightly, with obvious bruises on the back of his hand.
Su Wanwan took a cotton ball and prepared to wipe his wound, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness.
Seeing this, Jiang Shengjun felt a surge of jealousy.
He clenched his fists tightly, his face terribly grim.
"Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over such a minor injury?" Jiang Shengjun said coldly.
Su Wanwan raised her head, looked at Jiang Shengjun, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.
“Mr. Jiang, this is not a minor injury; it can become infected if not treated promptly.”
Her voice was firm.
Jiang Shengjun snorted and snatched the medicine from Su Wanwan's hand. "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. Let me handle this kind of thing."
Seeing Jiang Shengjun's expression, Qu Si'en knew he was jealous, so she moved her injured hand in front of Jiang Shengjun.
"Yes, it would be better if Mr. Jiang came."
At this moment, Su Wanwan watched Jiang Shengjun gently wiping Qu Si'en's hands and let out a soft "Eh~" sound. She couldn't help but ship the two of them as a couple.
Jiang Shengjun seemed to understand what he was thinking, and gently flicked Su Wanwan's forehead with his hand, almost smiling through gritted teeth.
"What are you thinking with that little head of yours?"
Su Wanwan got up to cook and said, "What could I be thinking about? I wasn't thinking about anything."
At this moment, Zhou Shan sat down in front of Su Wanwan with a grape in her mouth. "It's a good thing that Qu Si'en was here this time. If it weren't for him, Wanwan's house would definitely become unclean. Look at Ye Zhao's state, it's terrifying."
At this moment, Jiang Shengsheng was still sitting in a wheelchair next to Zhou Shan, pretending that his leg was not yet healed.
Seeing this, Su Wanwan pulled Zhou Shan aside and asked, "Is Jiang Shengsheng still pretending? Pretending that his leg hasn't healed?"
Zhou Shan whispered in Su Wanwan's ear, "Yes, he's planning to test whether Jiang Shengjun is related to the First Hall of the Godly Tycoon."
Su Wanwan also knew about the First Hall of the Godly Tycoons. Whenever an industry faced a crisis, as long as they went to the First Hall of the Godly Tycoons, there would always be a way or money to help the company.
Zhou Shan added, "Let me tell you, the last time my grandfather called me to say that Xingzhou had been found, the next second, Jiang Shengjun took Xingzhou home. I guess? He also works at the Godly Rich First Hall, although he's currently unemployed."
Su Wanwan was shocked: "Your maternal grandfather?"
Zhou Shan said without any hesitation, "Yes, he is an elder of the First Hall of Godly Tycoons."
As soon as she said it, she immediately covered her mouth, thinking, "Oh no, I've said it!"
Seeing her expression, Su Wanwan said, "You Zhou Shan, you've given yourself away, haven't you?"
Zhou Shan was extremely anxious. "Oh dear, it's fine to tell you, but... don't tell Jiang Shengsheng, I need to test him for a while."
Su Wanwan found it amusing and teased her again: "I'm afraid before I even say it, you'll reveal your family background just like you did today."
Suddenly, a childlike voice reached my ears, "Time to eat."
Su Wanwan and Zhou Shan looked at Su Xingzhou at the same time and said in unison, "He's here."
After dinner, night fell, and the study was brightly lit.
Su Wanwan, Jiang Shengjun, and Qu Si'en sat around the table, their expressions solemn.
"Fu Ning's death was too sudden. Who do you think did it?"
Su Wanwan spoke first, her voice tinged with doubt.
Jiang Shengjun frowned and fell into deep thought.
Qu Si'en calmly analyzed, "Judging from the situation at the scene, the murderer must have committed the crime through meticulous means. Considering Ye Zhao, it should be Ouyang Maomao if nothing unexpected happens."
The three remained silent for a moment, each lost in thought.
Su Wanwan nodded: "It's possible, but we can't rule out other possibilities. Ye Zhao is the kind of delinquent girl. What if she really held a grudge and agreed to pretend to be Fu Yan's girlfriend? Then she orchestrated the murder of Fu Ning and framed Ouyang Maomao in the end?"
Jiang Shengjun lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the documents on the table, his brows furrowed, his lips pursed, as if he were deep in thought about a difficult problem, his fingers tapping the table from time to time, the rhythm slow but firm.
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