Lin Yixun secretly sneered. Even after all these years, Leng Yixiu still hadn’t changed his habit of making her wait for him. The ridiculous part was that she had clearly left the past behind, yet here she was, waiting for him again on her own accord.
She sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the clock on the opposite wall. The ticking of the wall clock echoed in the room, and with each tick, her heart seemed to beat in unison with the sound.
Just as she grew impatient and was about to get up, steady footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the door. Lin Yixun followed the sound with her gaze to the entrance, where her eyes unexpectedly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
The man looked travel-worn, with a hint of fatigue on his handsome face, likely from a long journey. However, no matter how tired this man was, he could always speak words that cut like knives.
"What, is this the expression you greet me with? Is this your attitude towards me?"
Lin Yixun was long used to Leng Yixiu’s sarcasm. This kind of taunt meant nothing to her.
She looked at Leng Yixiu without expression, moved her lips slightly, and said, "Was it you?"
"Was what me?" The man put down the briefcase in his hand, sat beside her, and slowly sipped the tea the butler had just prepared for him, "Speak clearly. I don’t like guessing games."
"Fine, no riddles. Leng Yixiu, I’m asking you, was Xing Yi’s death related to you? Was the driver who caused the accident arranged by you?"
"Was that man so important?"
"I just want your answer. Yes or no?"
The man’s eyes narrowed suddenly, a flash of coldness appearing in his gaze. He set the teacup down with a "bang," locked his eyes on Lin Yixun, and sneered, "If I say no, would you believe me?"
"If it wasn’t you, who else could it be? Leng Yixiu, do you think I’m a fool? This isn’t the first time you’ve done something !" Last time he didn’t succeed in crashing his car into hers, this time he simply repeated his old trick.
Upon hearing this, the last trace of warmth in the man’s eyes vanished. He suddenly chuckled indifferently, "Since you believe it was me, then it was me. But, Lin Yixun, even if that’s the case, what can you do to me?"
The man suddenly shifted his gaze downward, grabbing her right hand. A recording pen was revealed from under her sleeve, and he snatched it away, mocking, "Just relying on this recording pen?"
Lin Yixun tried to snatch the recording pen back, but in an instant, the man grasped her other hand tightly as well.
Her wrist was painfully squeezed by the man, but Lin Yixun didn’t care. She stared fixedly at the recording pen and shouted angrily, "Leng Yixiu, give me back the recording pen!"
"You came to see me this time just to get me to confess, right?" The man sneered, leaning closer to her, "Do you really think you can get me to talk and send me to jail with just this recording pen? Want me to help you deliver it to the police?"
"I believe in justice, murderers must pay. Leng Yixiu, I know you have money and power, but this is a society ruled by law. Do you still think you can cover the sky with one hand? You killed Xing Yi, and you should be punished by the law!"
"Law, is it?" The man coldly snorted, threw the recording pen away, and then pushed Lin Yixun down onto the sofa, pressing her under him, and chuckled softly, "Lin Yixun, why are you still so naive after all these years? Don’t you know that the law is just a toy in the hands of the powerful?"
"Yes, you have money and power, and can manipulate people as you please. But Leng Yixiu, don’t overestimate yourself. If I can’t bring you down in T City, I can still petition higher authorities. I don’t believe there’s no one in this country who can bring you to justice!"
"Oh, is that so?" The man’s eyes narrowed, his long fingers lifting her chin, "Do you think I’ll give you that chance? Do you believe that without my permission, you can’t even step out of this door?"