Leng Lingxiao got into the car, replayed Tang Xiaowan’s words from start to finish, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt, so he immediately called the butler Zhao Renjie.
"Go and check for me right away, who Cheng Shi met with today, and where he has been."
"Don’t overlook any clue."
"Master, rest assured, I understand."
"Uh-huh, hanging up."
Immediately, the car started and left building number 29.
At six-thirty in the evening, Li Garden.
Tang Xiaowan returned home from school. Just as she walked into the living room on the first floor and was about to take a sip of water to catch her breath, she was forcibly dragged upstairs by Li Zishen, who had been waiting for quite some time.
"What are you doing, are you crazy?"
The man’s face was dark, and he said nothing.
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After opening the door to the second-floor room, Li Zishen immediately took out several photos and slammed them down on the couch, his eyes aflame with anger that could not be contained.
"How do you know Leng Lingxiao? How did you meet him?"
Tang Xiaowan was initially stunned, then picked up the photos.
Among them were three consecutive shots, time-stamped last Thursday, at Jinyuan Academy’s building number 29.
Outside the courtyard gate, by the wrought iron.
Tang Xiaowan was trimming branches, and Leng Lingxiao was observing.
The remaining two were taken this afternoon, still at building number 29, one showing Tang Xiaowan entering through the courtyard gate, and the other showing Leng Lingxiao exiting and leaving.
Although all the photos of Tang Xiaowan were from the back, anyone familiar with her could tell it was her.
"Are you tracking me again? Didn’t you promise you wouldn’t do this anymore, that I can do whatever I want? Did you already know about me buying the house, just waiting for me to confess, to come clean to you?"
"I didn’t track you... The photos are..."
"Li Wanshan, your second uncle took them?"
"That’s not the point. Tell me, when did you meet Leng Lingxiao, what’s your relationship, and what is he doing in Jin City?"
"You really want to know, right? Well, listen up. Huahua said that it’s just been 15 years this summer, so you could say we’ve known each other since childhood, practically childhood sweethearts. Satisfied with that answer, Mr. Li?"
"Huahua? So he’s Huahua. I always thought Huahua was a girl. I’ve been desperately trying to find her for you, even using..."
Li Zishen suddenly stopped.
He glanced at Tang Xiaowan’s crossbody bag, then his gaze moved up to her eyes.
"Why have I never heard you mention him, and why did you keep it a secret from me? You only agreed to see me twice a month before. What have you been busy with the rest of the time? And this bag, is it a gift from him? Is that why, even if it’s broken, you can’t bear to throw it away and insist on having it fixed?"
Tang Xiaowan didn’t answer, went straight to the rocking chair to lie down, and started tossing grapes into her mouth one after the other, leaving Li Zishen in utter turmoil.
"Talk, answer me, you have to answer."
"Please, I already have amnesia. If you ask me, isn’t it pointless?"
"Fine, I’ll change the question. When did he start contacting you, and where? You should remember that, right?"
"I don’t want to say."
Li Zishen paused for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Tang Xiaowan’s hand and pulled her up.
After Tang Xiaowan steadied herself, the distance between them was very close, nearly abutting, their breaths audible to each other.
In such a situation, any girl would inevitably blush.
But being stubborn was just Tang Xiaowan’s nature. The more Li Zishen wanted to know, the less she wanted to say, especially since Leng Lingxiao always blacked out the surveillance before sneaking into Mei Garden, not openly and aboveboard.
If she really told him, the consequences would be unimaginable, a veritable vat of age-old vinegar!
"Tell me, where, and when?"
"You’re hurting me, let go, let go now!"
"Tell me, you must answer."
"Not going to, I don’t want to."
And so, the two of them stood there, facing each other, one filled with rage, and the other with suspicion, neither willing to give in an inch.
seconds, 30 seconds, 50 seconds...
"Miss, Miss, I have good news for you. Your little treasure has been found; it’s actually in the sunroom..."
The room door was ajar, not locked.
Wang Meijuan suddenly barged in, making a loud fuss, with a cotton and linen sack in her hand.