"Qingze, are you okay?"
Song Yu’s voice was a bit tense, Rong Qingze had no patience for these pointless words of hers.
"If there’s something you need to say, just say it directly."
Song Yu’s voice sounded aggrieved, "Qingze, I’m just worried about you, why would you say that?"
Rong Qingze glanced at the tightly closed door of the emergency room beside him, "If all you want to do is say this, I’m hanging up."
On the other end of the line, Song Yu was obviously anxious, and she hurriedly said, "Qingze, I want to ask, is Rong Yanqiao okay?"
How could Song Yu not know anything?
She made this call to test Rong Qingze’s attitude.
Although it wasn’t her who incited Ye Wen, in that call, she had a helping hand in stirring things up.
Moreover, she was more afraid that Ye Wen would choose to drag her down.
After all, with Ye Wen dying, she’d most want to take someone down with her.
Rong Qingze restrained his impatience, he truly didn’t have any pleasantries for Song Yu.
Although his subordinates had investigated and found that Song Yu had nothing to do with it, he didn’t believe that Song Yu was uninvolved.
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"I’m worried about her..."
Song Yu’s voice sounded especially sincere.
But he didn’t believe it at all.
Song Yu wasn’t such a kind-hearted person.
Rong Qingze pinched his brow, just feeling overwhelmingly exhausted, "I know what you’re trying to find out."
Even though Rong Qingze was tired, he made a point to explain, "Rest assured, as long as you weren’t involved in this, I won’t do anything to you."
Song Yu’s voice on the other end even carried a hint of tears.
"Qingze, so this is how you think of me."
On the other end of the phone, Song Yu was expressionless, gripping the phone tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, yet she didn’t loosen her grip a bit.
All of this was caused by Rong Yanqiao.
She gritted her teeth, and the hatred in her eyes was almost uncontrollable.
Ye Wen hated Rong Yanqiao, and so did she.
"Qingze, I know you don’t believe me."
She spoke without changing expression, yet her voice sounded particularly pitiful.
"But it’s okay, I don’t blame you, I just want to care about Rong Yanqiao, please don’t think of me ."
Rong Qingze was already very impatient, and he hung up the phone.
He already understood the purpose of Song Yu’s call.
The Rong Family hadn’t found anything, and Song Yu’s involvement was purely his speculation.
And now, Song Yu’s actions further confirmed Rong Qingze’s suspicions.
She must have done something, to be so afraid, even coming to ask Rong Qingze under such pressure.
If you do nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear from the tapping on your door.
At this moment, Rong Qingze’s disgust for her grew deeper and deeper.
But he dared not alert the snake by hitting the grass.
After all, if his subordinates couldn’t find anything, it meant Song Yu’s actions were well hidden.
If Song Yu dared to come and ask him face-to-face, it showed that Song Yu was not deeply involved in the matter.
Or, even if she was involved, discovering it wouldn’t change anything for her.
Rong Qingze pondered this, it was a limitation but also opened up a new line of thought for him.
After hanging up, he made a call to Jiang Bei, "Did Ye Wen have any phone calls with Song Yu before?"
After receiving a positive response, he began instructing people to restore the chat audio files.
Ye Wen’s phone was currently all with the police, so it wasn’t difficult to extract these messages.
Moreover, with the Rong Family now the victims, and with the mess that Rong Yanqiao was left in, the police had their sympathies, both openly and covertly.
After all, no one wants to see the villains get away scot-free.
After handling everything, Rong Qingze just felt an overwhelming exhaustion.
Jiang Bei brought him a meal, yet even the blandest porridge did nothing to whet Rong Qingze’s appetite.
Now, he just felt intensely irritable.
This feeling was something he had never experienced before; Rong Qingze found it odd, and he also realized that Rong Yanqiao’s place in his heart was becoming more and more important.
The red words of the surgery in progress were glaring.
Rong Qingze’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
Only now did he have to admit his feelings for Rong Yanqiao.
It was never something as light as he previously claimed.
Rong Qingze closed his eyes.
If the surgery was successful, he would definitely cherish Rong Yanqiao and make up for the previous harm he caused her.
After all, this time, he arrived too late.
It’s true that people only cherish things after losing them.
Only, he didn’t know if this time, Rong Yanqiao would give him a chance to start over.
The emergency room door opened, and a doctor emerged from within.