Zhao Qian followed Fu Jingshu upstairs. In the bedroom, Shen Qingqing was sleeping. She looked a bit pale and very haggard.
The old man was guarding by the bedside, his expression more solemn than ever.
He wanted to follow them in, but Fu Jingshu's cold gaze stopped him.
Zhao Qian stopped at the doorway, looking eagerly at the sleeping beauty on the bed, "Master Fu, what happened to Mrs. Fu? She doesn't look well."
"She's injured," Fu Jingshu said indifferently.
"Injured?" Zhao Qian exclaimed, "Who injured her?"
"The two of you together. Someone can still injure her?"
Fu Jingshu's gaze was deep as he looked at Shen Qingqing.
Zhao Qian walked in directly, disregarding the old man's dislike for him, and asked anxiously, "Where exactly is she injured? Can you treat it? Should I find some doctors and nurses?"
He thought that the old man was good at detoxifying, and if it was an external injury, they should find a professional.
As a result, the old man exploded when he heard this, "What do you mean? Doubting my ability? And who let you in, get out, get out! Get out now!"
"No, I don't doubt you, you..."
Before Zhao Qian could finish his explanation, the old man pushed him out of the door and slammed the door shut in front of him!
"...You listen to me."
He stood outside the door, murmuring.
This old man's temper was really difficult to deal with. Logically, they had known each other for so long, why was he still so resistant to him?
Zhao Qian shook his head helplessly and walked away dejectedly.
In the room.
Shen Qingqing lifted the quilt and sat up, raising her hand to fan her cheeks, "It's so hot."
The old man suppressed a smile, looking at her flushed cheeks, which were almost impossible to hide even with makeup, "Since you thought of this way to test us, you have to suffer a bit."
Shen Qingqing sighed and looked at Fu Jingshu reproachfully.
"It's not my fault his acting wasn't good enough, otherwise I wouldn't have had to go through this myself."
"You can blame him for this?"
The old man was about to defend Fu Jingshu. This girl was always trying to bully people.
Unexpectedly, Fu Jingshu nodded solemnly, "It's my fault."
Shen Qingqing instantly showed a triumphant smile.
The old man waved his hand, "Fine, you two are like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai, one willing to strike and the other willing to be struck!"
Shen Qingqing chuckled and said, "Then tonight's observation of his matter will be left to you. I am the patient, and he has to stay and take care of me..."
King had also run off somewhere, so they had to ask the old man to step in.
"Understood."
Although the old man disliked Zhao Qian, he knew that priorities needed to be set. The most important thing now was to find out who among them was the mole.
He suspected it was Zhao Qian, so he was determined to find evidence against him.
The next morning, Shen Qingqing and Fu Jingshu came to the dining room downstairs and saw the old man sitting at the table with a sullen face.
Zhao Qian was making breakfast in the kitchen.
"How is it?" Shen Qingqing glanced at the kitchen and asked silently.
The old man shook his head, "Nothing unusual."
Shen Qingqing frowned slightly. Had she guessed wrong?
A rapid and loud knock echoed from outside, as if trying to break down the door.
"I'll go open it."
A moment later, following Fu Jingshu in was a large group of people, led by Mr. Z, and all the tall and strong bodyguards behind him.
As soon as the group entered, they took their positions. It looked ordinary, but it silently surrounded the dining room, making it difficult for anyone to leave or enter.
Shen Qingqing pulled over a chair and sat down, "I say, what are you doing?"
Her gaze swept over the bodyguards, noticing their bulging muscles and steady stances. They were all trained fighters.
"Naturally, we are here to invite guests," Mr. Z said with a refined, perfectly measured smile.
"Your way of inviting guests is very special."
Hearing the sarcasm in Shen Qingqing's words, Mr. Z was not angry at all and smiled, "What can I do? If I invited you through normal means, you wouldn't have come. If you were going to come, you wouldn't have run away yesterday."
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Shen Qingqing said with a straight face.
"Let's be direct, we all know what we've done, no need to beat around the bush."
"I really don't understand."
After a brief exchange, Mr. Z's smile was starting to waver, "Do I have to make myself clear?"
Shen Qingqing held out a hand, "Please speak."
Mr. Z was amused by her words. He raised his hand, and a bodyguard immediately stepped forward and took out a transparent bag from his pocket, containing a broken men's watch.
Shen Qingqing tilted her head, glancing at Fu Jingshu from the corner of her eye.
They were all familiar with this watch. It was the one Fu Jingshu had been wearing. However, last night, when they were leaving the villa, they encountered dart interceptors.
At that time, a dart had precisely severed the watch strap, and the watch had fallen into the grass. They were in a hurry to leave and didn't have time to pick it up.
"It's just a very common men's watch, what does that prove?" Shen Qingqing feigned ignorance, "Are you trying to give this to us as a gift? That's a bit too stingy, isn't it?"
Mr. Z snorted, "Last night, two audacious individuals broke into my house. After they left, they left this broken watch behind. Everyone saw that this watch belonged to your husband during those days of surviving on the island. Do you still want to deny it?"
Shen Qingqing propped up her chin and smiled, "This watch does indeed belong to my husband."
"You admit it?"
"There's nothing to admit. So many people have seen my husband wearing this watch, and now his watch is indeed lost."
Mr. Z vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Shen Qingqing said slowly, "However, my husband's watch was thrown away by me. I only learned yesterday that this watch was given to him by his first love, and in a fit of anger, I threw the watch out the window. As for where I threw it, I don't know now."
Mr. Z was so angry he laughed. The first love excuse was completely made up. "Your mouth, it's indeed sharp and eloquent."
"You flatter me."
Shen Qingqing even humbly cupped her hands.
Mr. Z's eyes turned cold, "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
He waved his hand, and immediately another bodyguard took out a laptop and played a surveillance video. In the video, two people, one tall and one short, were quietly sneaking into the villa. Both of them were wearing masks and hats.
However, their body shapes indicated they were a man and a woman.
"By comparing their body shapes, we can know who broke into my house last night."
Even at this point, Shen Qingqing remained calm and composed, "I'm very sorry, we didn't go out last night. If you think it was us, then it's a huge misunderstanding."
Mr. Z's voice was chilling, "Is that so? Miss Shen, your excuse is not convincing to me. To prove that these two are not you, you must provide concrete evidence, otherwise I will have to take you away on charges of trespassing."