After Mo Fei and Qian Yikun had their meal, Mo Fei was wide awake as she slept through the whole afternoon. Currently, she was leaning on the sofa watching Qian Yikun work.
Qian Yikun was still reading Wu Biao’s autopsy report, trying to find something.
“How did Wu Biao die?” Mo Fei suddenly asked.
“His skull was smashed in by a blunt object, then thrown into the river.” As Qian Yikun spoke, he fished out a report and showed it to Mo Fei. “His skull was completely shattered. The autopsy report confirmed that he died before getting thrown into the river.”
Mo Fei extended a hand to receive the report. Looking at the X-Ray on it, she clicked her tongue. “Do you think this murderer is the real mastermind?”
“It’s hard to say, but it’s obvious that Lin Xuan and Ding Junchi are scapegoats.” As Qian Yikun spoke, he showed Mo Fei another photo of Wu Biao’s corpse. “This is a photo of his body being found, not the crime scene.”
Mo Fei reached out to take it. Then, she narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized the person in the photo. He was lying on his stomach, and it was obvious that his head had caved in.
“Since it was a single bash, the murderer be a man because a woman wouldn’t have enough strength to do that.”
“Says who?”
Qian Yikun raised his head and to look at Mo Fei who rebutted him. His expression transformed into one of amusement. “You’re an exception.” After all, could she even be considered a woman?
Mo Fei snorted. “Lin Xuan gets framed because she’s no longer useful. It’s all because my big brother tore Lin Xuan apart?”
“You can say that.”
Since Lin Xuan was acquired to deal with Ding Junqi in the first place, of course, she would have lost her usefulness after Ding Junqi ruined her thoroughly.
“Thus, that proves that Lin Xuan doesn’t know who he is. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to send Lin Xuan in.” Based on Mo Fei’s logical analysis, if Lin Xuan knew the mastermind’s identity, he would have killed her.
“Yet, the person who contacted Lin Xuan was Dong Feng.” Qian Yikun reminded her. “So, we’re unsure if Dong Feng is the mastermind or the executioner in the middle.”
Mo Fei chucked the report in her hand to the side and lay down on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. “How troublesome.”
Qian Yikun glanced at her but did not speak. He continued to look for clues.
“I’m going back.” Mo Fei was about to get up when Qian Yikun grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She collapsed onto the sofa once more.
“Hey—”
Qian Yikun threw the documents aside and pinned her beneath him. “It’s already so late. What are you going back for? There’s no one in the Ding family house now.”
Getting pinned down, Mo Fei reached out and hugged Qian Yikun at his neck. “So?”
“Stay here tonight.” Qian Yikun lowered his head to plant a kiss on her lips. Mo Fei covered his lips and pushed him away.
Qian Yikun swerved from his initial plan and planted a kiss on her palm instead. “I have an appointment with two property developers at the police station tomorrow morning. Coincidentally, they filed a case there. Follow me to the police station and use the opportunity to meet them. They’ve been fighting a lawsuit with a renovation company recently.”
Since Mo Fei covered his mouth, the words that he uttered sounded muffled and unclear, but it did not stop Mo Fei from understanding them.
Even now, Qian Yikun was paving the way for her.
“Me? Follow you to the police station?” Mo Fei raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry. You are my fiancée. Even if Ding Haobei finds out that you’re following me to the police station, he’ll only think that you’re clinging to me. He won’t think too much about it,” Qian Yikun responded as he grabbed her hand that was covering his mouth. His unswerving love for her was seeping out from his eyes.