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.

took out the drawings 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 these paintings was properly stamped by the artist at the lower right end. The name

at the head of the bed was

nightstand drawer, which only contained a

to check

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

you a

she was faced with the cops so she

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

to the

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

“Alright.”

the reception 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

Rong sat on the sofa and took out

Song Yi and Gu Mingchen entered the room. The atmosphere

into her imposingly. The girl really disliked his intrusive dark gaze, which looked like

parents’ relationship?” Mu

who cares for the family and was very considerate of my mother. Many people were envious 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 jovial

are you at home?” Bai

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

was the

my mum hurt her ankle. My dad even took

Bao once

her head low while her hands fidgeted with the sides of

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 tell me what you know.” Bai

had a family emergency, Madam gave me 200k without a second thought when she came to know

Song show any unusual behaviors? Like locking herself in her room for long periods of time.” Bai Rong