You Owe Me, My Love

“Three years are enough to change a lot of things, including work, interpersonal relationships, love relationships and living environment.” Bai Rong replied flatly and distanced herself from him.

Gu Mingchen grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly towards him.

Bai Rong did not expect his move and crashed straight into his muscular chest. The familiar scent of the chief rushed to her nostrils.

Bai Rong’s embarrassment turned into rage and she pulled out her hand before giving Gu Mingchen a hard slap. The slap was so loud that it resonated in the empty room.

Three red fingerprints appeared on his face. The man narrowed his eyes as he stared at the flustered girl coldly.

Bai Rong knew she had overreacted and lowered her eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?” Gu Mingchen locked his eyes on the girl before him, trying to study her expression.

Bai Rong turned to him and explained calmly, “A person’s overreaction is usually related to unpleasant experiences. I was raped before, so I really, really detest people touching me. My apologies if my reaction offended you.”

Gu Mingchen’s deep eyes darkened at her answer. Being raped before was usually a past that all women were desperate to hide, yet she could simply mention it nonchalantly like she was not the one who experienced it.

Either she was totally over it, or she was purposely tainting herself in front of him.

Bai Rong nodded and turned to the door where Aunt Bao was waiting. “Please bring me to Mr. Song’s room.”

“Alright. This way please.” Aunt Bao brought her upstairs.

The girl turned towards Mu Xiaosheng in frustration and lowered her voice. “Follow me closely, please. You’re here to solve a case, not to be a decoration.”

Mu Xiaosheng touched his nose guiltily. He had seen Gu Mingchen enter the room and he knew better than to intrude on their personal space. How would he have the guts to enter at all!

Aunt Bao opened the door to Mr. Song’s room. The room was exceptionally clean and a whiff of perfume lingered within. His study was very neat with three perfectly stacked books and a nicely arranged calligraphy set. A scroll holder full of calligraphy drawings sat in the middle of the desk.

and went through them briefly. The drawings ranged from calligraphy writings to ink wash painting. Some of them were in fact poems written by Song Jianren himself. Each of

head of the bed was Song Jianren and

drawer, which only

to check the

Mr. Song was a man with great attention to detail. His clothes were nicely arranged and differentiated according to its style and function. One compartment was for suits, while the other was for blouses.

you a

the wrong things. However, she was faced with the cops so she couldn’t reject Bai

Don’t be nervous and

Bao nodded. “Let’s go to the reception room on

way ahead while Bai Rong turned to one of the cops. “Get Young Master Song as well. I’m

“Alright.”

room. A fruit bowl containing fresh fruits and an ashtray were placed in the middle of the coffee table. Beside the fruit bowl was a wine glass containing new cigarettes to

and took out her

the room. The atmosphere in the room turned heavy

ink-like eyes, which stared into her imposingly. The girl really disliked his intrusive dark

relationship?” Mu Xiaosheng asked Song

a good husband like him. On the other hand, my mother was a loving and optimistic woman. Being the kind-hearted person she was, many people around her greatly favored my mum’s jovial character.” Song

are you at home?” Bai

are only allowed to be out for half a day every Sunday, so I spend most of my

was the last time you returned?” Bai Rong

hurt her ankle. My dad even took leave to

once she was

hung her head low while her hands fidgeted with the

believe you also want us to catch the murderer, right? She will thank you

second thought when she came to know about that! Who on earth would be so cruel to murder our kind Madam!” Aunt Bao replied emotionally, her eyes rimmed with

unusual behaviors? Like locking herself in her