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.

calligraphy writings to ink wash painting. Some of them were in fact poems written by Song Jianren himself. Each of these paintings was properly stamped by the artist at the lower right end. The

at the head of the bed was

drawer, which only contained a cologne

proceeded to check

style and function. One compartment was for suits, while the

ask you a few questions?” Bai Rong

was afraid of saying the wrong things. However, she was faced with the cops so she couldn’t reject Bai Rong. With a trembling voice, she

find somewhere quiet to talk. Don’t be nervous and just say

go to the reception room

cops. “Get Young Master Song as well. I’m going to ask

“Alright.”

ashtray were placed in the middle of the coffee table. Beside the fruit bowl was a wine

and

both Song Yi and Gu Mingchen entered the room. The atmosphere in the room turned heavy with the presence of the

stared into her imposingly. The girl really disliked his intrusive dark

your parents’ relationship?” Mu

that my mum married 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

often are you at home?”

of us are only allowed to be out for half a day every Sunday, so I spend most of my time with my comrades in the

you don’t come back often. When was

dad even took leave to accompany her. They were a very loving couple.” Song

Aunt Bao once she was done with Song

her hands fidgeted

very kind woman. She was warm-hearted and compassionate with a casual character, hence she has never treated you like a housemaid or an outsider. I believe you also want us to catch the murderer, right? She will thank you for helping, so don’t be nervous and

200k without a second thought when she came to know about that! Who on earth would be so cruel to murder our kind

behaviors? Like locking herself in her room for long periods of