The events of earlier had also departed from her mind, becoming a fragment of the past.
After returning to the villa on Yan Mountain, the two of them ate dinner, and then she went upstairs to rest.
Probably because her heart was too tired, her body felt very exhausted, and soon she fell into a deep sleep. Rong Shaoze didn’t disturb her, and she slept until evening.
When she opened her eyes, it was already nine o’clock at night.
She stretched lazily, and it was then that she remembered she had to contact Qiao Yiyang.
She merely sent him a message, asking if he had gotten home safely.
Qiao Yiyang replied to her quickly; he said he had already gotten back safely and told her not to worry.
Both had only one sentence to say, nothing superfluous.
It seemed as if both were afraid that saying one extra word might bring trouble to the other.
Lin Xinlan indeed feared trouble. After confirming Qiao Yiyang was alright, she deleted the message to prevent endless troubles should Rong Shaoze see it.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she saw that the study door was open; with one glance, she could see Rong Shaoze working at his desk.
He looked up and made eye contact with her, waved to her, signaling her to come over.
Lin Xinlan walked into the study, Rong Shaoze asked her to close the door and then come to his side.
She did as he asked, approaching him; he took her hand and let her sit on his lap.
His arms wrapped around her body, his handsome fingers dancing on the keyboard, and symbols she couldn’t understand flickered continuously on the screen.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, puzzled when he remained silent.
"Wait a moment," the man said, focused on the computer. He typed a few keys, closed the program, and the computer displayed a desktop background of the ocean.
The water in the sea was very blue, and in the distance, there was a small island. The simple background conveyed a sense of vast openness.
Only then did Rong Shaoze have a moment to wrap his arms around her waist, locking eyes with her.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked softly.
"Mhm," Lin Xinlan nodded, her complexion looking much rosier.
Rong Shaoze took one of her hands, caressing it lovingly, "I have a question to ask you."
"Tell me everything about how Zhou Yu designed to trap you, with no omissions; don’t leave out any detail."
Lin Xinlan thought he was going to pursue Zhou Yu’s responsibility and responded indifferently:
"I heard Zhou Yu has disappeared. Even if you want to trouble him, you can’t find the person."
"Whether I’m going to trouble him is a matter for later. Right now, I just want to know what happened at the time. Perhaps this matter is not so simple; there could be someone behind the scenes."
A flicker of surprise and doubt passed through Xinlan’s eyes, "Why would you suspect that? Right, it might have been a conspiracy.
I remember at the time Zhou Yu gave us all the photos, not even keeping the negatives.
I saw with my own eyes all the photos being burned; none should have been missed. I don’t understand where the photos you received came from."
Rong Shaoze’s eyes darkened, and he said with a cold laugh, "That’s the crux of the problem. Do you still remember Zhou Yun’s death? I said someone killed her and framed it on me, and Zhou Yu was also being used. They, were all coming for me."
Thinking that he had fallen into someone else’s trap, and not only ended up covered in blood but also personally killed his own child, he was filled with hatred.
Once he finds that person, he will make sure they regret ever being born!
Lin Xinlan’s brow furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with solemnity, "Have you not found out who sent you the photos?"