Actually, as early as when Qin Miaomiao used that special number to secretly remind him, Li Li had already started investigating.
He even installed surveillance at the Su Family mansion; he was familiar with Su Jin’s every move. How could he not notice any clues? However, he still couldn’t be certain whether Su Jin was truly dead.
Suddenly, he raised his head and locked his sharp gaze onto her, asking coldly:
"Who are you? Why do you know about this?"
How could she admit she was Su Jin? These bizarre, supernatural things—who would believe them?
Besides, Su Jin was already dead. She was now Qin Miaomiao, and everything from the past should be left behind.
She smiled faintly and said, "You don’t need to know who I am. The revenge for Su Jin—I’ll take it for her. The things that belong to Su Jin—I’ll reclaim them. Mr. Li, will you help me?"
Li Li stared at her. Her eyes were identical to Su Jin’s—so sharply compelling that they gave him an incredibly familiar sensation. Could it be that he had seen her before?
"I will get to the bottom of this."
Li Li, filled with unanswered questions, wanted to ask more but saw Qin Miaomiao lean in slightly and lower her voice:
"A debt of blood must be repaid in blood. Mr. Li, in three days, I will make sure the report is in your hands."
"Alright, it’s a deal."
Li Li walked out and bumped right into Su Moli and Chu Yunhao.
Su Moli was startled and instinctively tried to avoid him, but Chu Yunhao stopped her by gripping her shoulder and warned in a low voice:
"This man is Su Jin’s admirer. Don’t let him see through anything."
Su Moli forced a stiff smile and greeted Li Li:
"Brother Li, what a coincidence meeting you here."
Li Li’s piercing gaze swept over her face, which shared an eighty percent resemblance with Su Jin’s, but her eyes—those were entirely different!
He halted his steps and asked coldly:
"Why was that necklace put up for auction?"
Su Moli hadn’t expected him to ask about it. It was just a necklace—why would he care about that?
"Oh... oh, that was a gift from Yunhao. Since it was for a charity gala, we had to contribute something to the foundation."
Li Li’s frosty gaze carried a chilling intensity, his tone icy:
"You once told me that the necklace was left to you by your mother."
Su Moli’s face paled instantly. That necklace belonged to Su Jin. For this charity gala, she had casually taken an item to put on display, using it to build connections for Chu Yunhao. Who could have expected that Li Li would know its origin?
"Really? You might have remembered wrong."
She awkwardly tried to cover up, but Li Li’s gaze grew increasingly dangerous. The woman standing before him was not Su Jin!
If Su Jin had truly died, then Su Moli and Chu Yunhao would go down with her!
Su Moli was shaken by his stare. Chu Yunhao reached out and pulled Su Moli closer, saying:
"My wife and I have something to attend to. We’ll take our leave."
Li Li watched coldly as the two of them walked away. Clearly, he needed to investigate further to uncover the truth! If the woman he once deeply loved had truly been killed , he would ensure those two paid the price.
When Lu Qing walked into the lounge again, she was curled up on the sofa like a kitten, sleeping soundly.
But as he approached, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat upright as if startled—a sign of her strong vigilance.
Still looking sleepy, she yawned and rubbed her tired eyes:
She stood up from the sofa as she spoke, only to realize she couldn’t find her shoes. Stepping onto the cold floor, the chill made her shiver involuntarily.