Chapter 216: Third Master’s Tenderness, Huai Sheng Is Responsible for Keeping Watch

The next day, Fu residence…

After the incident of Sun Rui climbing into Fu Chen’s bed last night, she had been sent home at around three o’clock in the night. Sun Qionghua naturally hadn’t slept all night. She had called her elder brother and told him briefly what had happened.

Before the sun rose, she got up to finish packing. Even until she got onto the plane, her chest was still choked up with frustration, and her breathing was uneven.

She had never felt so aggrieved in her life.

Fu Yuxiu also hadn’t slept all night. He had already known that something had happened to Song Jingren, so he had tried to contact Jiang Fengya. But he hadn’t been able to get through to her. He had asked her classmates, but they hadn’t seen her in days.

In his heart, Jiang Fengya was weak and delicate. She must have been frightened.

The more he couldn’t get in touch with her, the more he couldn’t let her go.

A minute before the plane took off, he was still trying to call her, but no one answered.

Actually, Jiang Fengya was at the airport right now. She watched the mother and son get on the plane with her own eyes. The person accompanying her was the policewoman protecting her.

“He called you. Why didn’t you answer?” The policewoman was wearing casual clothes. She didn’t understand. Jiang Fengya’s mood was unstable recently, and the police were worried about her being alone, so they sent people to watch her in turn.

Jiang Fengya shook her head. “Let’s go back.”

It wasn’t appropriate for her to meet Fu Yuxiu in this current situation. Besides, men…

… were very cheap.

The more they couldn’t get what they wanted, the more they wanted it. She wanted Fu Yuxiu to never be able to forget her. She believed that he would return one day.

When the policewoman saw her red eyes, she thought that she didn’t dare meet him because she was involved in a court case. How could she have expected that she was so scheming?

…

Currently, Qiao residence…

Qiao Aiyun had asked Fu Chen to find time to come over for a meal yesterday. He was free today, so she asked him to come over at noon. She also called Yan Wangchuan over. She went out early in the morning to buy the ingredients.

When she returned, neither of them had arrived yet.

“Didn’t Senior Brother say he would come early?” Qiao Aiyun was doubtful.

“He said he had something to do last minute.” Qiao Wangbei was squatting in front of the French window and tending to a few pots of orchids.

Qiao Aiyun nodded and turned to get busy in the kitchen.

Actually, Yan Wangchuan was currently at the police station.

It was for the same issue with Song Jingren from last time. This was because he had suddenly turned around and accused Yan Wangchuan of beating him up, saying that many of his injuries had been caused by Yan Wangchuan. The police could only call him in for questioning.

The police officer said, “Mr. Yan, that’s the gist of it. Do you have anything to add?”

“I only kicked him once.” Yan Wangchuan was expressionless.

“Just one kick?”

“If I had pummeled him, would he still be alive?”

The police officer coughed twice. The kick had indeed been the heaviest. Song Jingren’s words were a mixture of truth and falsehood, but they had to call Yan Wangchuan over for routine questioning.

“We will properly verify this.”

“Can I see him?” Yan Wangchuan asked.

The police officer was surprised. Yan Wangchuan had already beaten the person up three times. What else did he want to do?

“This is the police station. I won’t do anything to him. I just want to talk to him.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it.”

…

About ten minutes later, after some paperwork, Yan Wangchuan saw Song Jingren in the police station’s detention room. His limbs were shackled, and he was skin and bones. When he looked at him, his eyes were dejected and full of hatred.

“You want to see me? Heh… Do you want to see how pathetic I look now?” Song Jingren’s voice was hoarse.

“What’s there to see about me? I’m already a prisoner. I can’t win against you anymore. What else do you want?”

Yan Wangchuan looked at him expressionlessly. “There’s something I think you need to know.”

“What?”

“Aiyun and I are getting married soon. Although Wanwan isn’t my biological daughter, I’ll take good care of her too. You should undergo reformation properly.”

Song Jingren’s pupils constricted slightly.

I’ve only been sent in for a few days. Aiyun is remarrying? And he’s going to take care of my daughter?

He recalled the scene of them eating that day again. Perhaps before lo