It turned out that Liu Jianguo deliberately gave Ye Chenfeng a pound of tea just now, meaning that he wanted him to return.
"Let’s talk inside," Liu Jianguo said cautiously again.
Inside the room, Liu Jianguo confirmed there were no movements outside the windows or doors before he carefully said to Ye Chenfeng, "Kid, listen to me: Stay away from my daughter, Liu Fangfei!"
"Why?" Ye Chenfeng asked, puzzled.
He was utterly confused; it was unthinkable for a future father-in-law to deliberately ask a future son-in-law to stay away from his daughter. It just didn’t make sense.
Liu Jianguo seemed unwilling to explain, "Just listen to me, it’ll be good for you. Otherwise, you’ll have no chance to regret it in the future!"
"What’s wrong with Sister Fangfei?" Ye Chenfeng asked.
"Kid, just take my advice, it’s best not to associate with her. Also, don’t come back looking for me anymore. I’ve said all I need to say. Whether you listen or not is up to you. Now hurry and leave!"
Without further ado, Liu Jianguo pushed and shoved Ye Chenfeng out of the courtyard, finally slamming the door shut with a bang.
"Uh? What’s this all about? He kept my half-pound of tea!" Ye Chenfeng left the alley, sighing in frustration.
Meanwhile, a pair of burning eyes silently watched the entire scene, eventually settling on Ye Chenfeng’s departing figure.
"Xue’xue, how is your foot?" Ye Chenfeng asked with concern.
"Your massage technique was really good, it’s all better now!" Chu Qingxue smiled, her beautiful smile lighting up the room.
Ye Chenfeng grinned mischievously, "If you like it, I can give you a massage every day!"
"I... I don’t want that!" Chu Qingxue’s face instantly turned bright red, as if recalling something.
Looking at Chu Qingxue’s charmingly shy face, Ye Chenfeng asked, "Xue’xue, have you started to like me now?"
"Ugh, no way I like you!" Chu Qingxue rolled her eyes at him.
Ye Chenfeng scratched his head, "Which type is it then?"
"What type? I said I don’t like you!" Chu Qingxue was puzzled.
"You need to make it clear, or I’ll have to keep guessing!" Ye Chenfeng said.
"Like..." Chu Qingxue muttered to herself, but suddenly realized something was off, and her face turned angry, "Ye Chenfeng, you shameless bastard!"
Ye Chenfeng, still talking to himself, said, "These things need to be clarified!"
"Hey, I want to have your cooking again tonight!" Chu Qingxue said, partly because she wanted to eat Ye Chenfeng’s food, but also to restrict his meetings with Chu Qingfei. She seemed to have heard that Chu Qingfei wanted to meet Ye Chenfeng that night.
"Sure!" Ye Chenfeng agreed without thinking.
"Ye Chenfeng, you bastard! How dare you stand me up! Don’t you know how hard it is for me to ask for a favor? Do you think your cooking is that good?" Chu Qingxue angrily shouted, her demeanor completely changing to that of a furious woman.
The reason was simple--Ye Chenfeng took a phone call and left during dinner.
The call Ye Chenfeng received wasn’t from Chu Qingfei, but from Chen Xijun. The two decided to investigate the morgue that night.
"Hey, Captain Chen, you look beautiful tonight," Ye Chenfeng complimented quickly after meeting up with Chen Xijun.
Chen Xijun wore a black tracksuit, her stunning figure making anyone drool.
"Get lost!" Chen Xijun knew exactly what he meant.
"I was just joking, no need to get mad!" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
"Hurry up, I don’t have time for your nonsense!" Chen Xijun said curtly, leading the way.
In the next scene, Ye Chenfeng and Chen Xijun had already arrived outside the morgue building in the police station’s yard, surrounded by two-meter-high walls.
Ye Chenfeng signaled, leaning against the wall, squatting slightly, with both hands crossed in front of his chest.
"Thump thump thump..."
Chen Xijun sprinted from a distance of ten meters, stepping quickly. Her last step landed precisely on Ye Chenfeng’s crossed hands. Ye Chenfeng lifted her up, and Chen Xijun agilely climbed over the wall.
She quickly scaled the nearly three-meter-high wall. Ye Chenfeng then stood up, ran a few steps, and jumped, catching her hand. She pulled him up in one swift motion.
Their silent cooperation was seamless, revealing an unspoken understanding. They immediately crossed the high wall and entered the yard.
Looking up at the high building, Ye Chenfeng frowned. Chen Xijun took out two iron hooks from her backpack, throwing them up to catch on the grooves at the top of the building. Ye Chenfeng imitated her, throwing his hook, which also caught.
Then they began to climb the building. Chen Xijun had already known about the eight gangsters’ bodies in there. They stopped outside a window on the sixth floor, where Chen Xijun used professional tools to open it.
They jumped inside the morgue.
Silent, dark, and eerie, this was the true nature of the morgue. But none of this affected Ye Chenfeng. After ensuring the place was safe with a glance, he began examining the bodies.
Though Chen Xijun had a strong mindset, she was still a woman. Coming to the morgue for the first time frightened her. But after seeing Ye Chenfeng’s calm demeanor, she followed him, feeling competitive. If Ye Chenfeng could handle it, why couldn’t she? Chen Xijun was a strong woman.
Ye Chenfeng casually lifted a white cloth and began carefully examining the body, his brows gradually furrowing.
"Did you figure anything out?" Chen Xijun asked curiously.
"Captain Chen, have you ever heard of Martial Artists?" Ye Chenfeng countered with a question.
"Heard of them? Not only have I heard, I’ve seen them!" Chen Xijun replied.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "The murderer is a Martial Artist, a very high-level Martial Artist!"
"A high-level Martial Artist? The four wolves under Fourth Master are Martial Artists. Could he be higher-level than them?" Chen Xijun asked, setting a trap to involve Tianhua Villa in the conversation.
Ye Chenfeng shook his head, "I have no idea who Fourth Master or the four wolves are! How would I know how high their level is!"