Ah Ling served Yun Ya a cup of tea, "Please enjoy your tea, Miss Ji."
"Thank you," Yun Ya replied with a slight smile.
This smile made Ah Ling feel somewhat dazzled and entranced, contrasting with Bai Xiangxiang’s affected grace. The elegance of this girl’s every move, displaying her fine upbringing, made one feel extremely comfortable.
"You’re too kind, Miss Ji," Ah Ling laughed softly. For some reason, she just really liked this girl. The internet had been flooded with news about her recently, and she had seen it too. Everywhere they were digging into her background, and upon seeing it, she felt even more sympathy for her. To have such a good temperament despite growing up in that kind of family—the Yun Family’s ancestors must be producing green smoke from their graves.
"By the way, I wonder if Miss Ji knows about Bai Xiangxiang’s matter?" Ah Ling, noticing her easygoing nature, also felt like chatting.
Yun Ya slightly raised her brows, "Oh?"
Ah Ling immediately perked up, "That Bai Xiangxiang turned out to be a murderer, tsk tsk, truly a case of appearances being deceiving. She even has the heart to kill. The police even came to Mr.’s house to collect evidence at one point."
Ah Ling glanced around, leaned in, and whispered secretively, "The time frame of the victim’s death coincides precisely with when Bai Xiangxiang was with Mr. Then those police officers came to collect evidence from Mr. I don’t know what Mr. told the police, but afterward, those officers never came to our place again. What do you think, did Bai Xiangxiang kill the person? She doesn’t look like a murderer to me?"
She wouldn’t dare to kill someone even if she had ten times the courage.
Yun Ya’s lips curled slightly, "Appearances can be deceiving, who can be sure?"
Ah Ling nodded seriously, "You have a point. Bai Xiangxiang may seem like an innocent little bunny, but in reality, she’s very scheming. A woman like her is good at hiding—I think she’s the one who did it."
Ah Ling truly detested this woman to the bone—not only did she frame Yuesheng, but she also dared to use such filthy tricks to plot against Mr., and nearly implicated her as well.
Yun Ya was non-committal, taking a sip from her teacup, "Good tea."
So, what exactly did Pei Qinghan say? Did he provide evidence to clear Bai Xiangxiang’s name or add fuel to the fire, completely casting her into the abyss?
Yun Ya guessed it must be the latter, as it would fit with Pei Qinghan’s modus operandi.
From ten o’clock until eleven, Yun Ya’s patience was gradually running out.
In the meantime, Ah Ling brought her pastries and then fruit, fearing she would neglect Yun Ya.
At eleven ten, Pei Qinghan finally woke up.
Fu Bai led her to the door and then left.
Yun Ya opened the door and walked in.
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At the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly, revealing half of his lustrous, clean-shaven face, bathed in a faint light, handsome and distinguished.
"You’re here," he said, his tone casual as if greeting an old friend.
Yun Ya walked behind him, pushing the wheelchair inside, "It’s windy on the balcony; you’ll catch a cold."
He chuckled lightly, "Are you concerned about me?"
"Isn’t it right to be concerned about a friend?" Yun Ya retorted lightly.
Pei Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, his smile deepening, "Right, we are friends..."
Yun Ya squatted in front of him, waved her fingers in front of him, but there was no reaction, and her heart suddenly sank. It seemed the problem was more serious than she had thought.
Pei Qinghan cocked his head, then suddenly grabbed her hand accurately, "Don’t worry, I’m not blind."
His hand was a bit cold, like cool jade, though cold, it was smooth.
Yun Ya hastily withdrew her hand, frowning at him, "Your eyes will get better, trust me."
Pei Qinghan smiled gently, "Okay."
Yun Ya couldn’t stand to see him smile like that, as it reminded her of some not-so-good memories from a past life. She abruptly took a step back.
Perhaps sensing the taut atmosphere, Pei Qinghan chuckled, "I’ve seen the news; you’re quite the sensation now, others call you the National Goddess."
"It’s laughable," she said.
"No," he smiled, "I think it’s quite fitting. Only you deserve such a title in this world."
Yun Ya looked away, "I came to see you today about a business matter."
Pei Qinghan raised his eyebrows, "Business?"
Yun Ya stated flatly, "The name Brother Qing should be familiar to you."
"The leader of Qinglong Hall, a person notorious for being brutal and bloodthirsty," Pei Qinghan responded.
"Help me investigate him and the mysterious forces behind him. I especially want to know if there’s a woman connected to him. If successful, I will pay you one million. If that’s not enough, you can add to that amount."
To investigate that man, Uncle Chang’s current influence was not enough; only someone of equal stature, like Pei Qinghan, could do it.