"Grandma, I’d like to move in after some time," Nan Yu said.
Having taken a sip of soup, she paused slightly, set down her spoon, and looked up at Chi Ying, pursing her lips.
Chi Ying asked in confusion, "Why?"
Uncertainty showed on Nan Yu’s face as she pondered how to phrase her thoughts appropriately, with Huo Juanyan’s face coming to mind.
She countered, "Grandma, does he agree?"
Chi Ying saw a flicker in Nan Yu’s eyes, tinged with caution, and mistook it for worry that Huo Juanyan might not agree. Her heart softened.
"Are you talking about Juanyan? It was his idea for you to move into the marital home. He wants to develop a closer relationship with you."
A trace of doubt flashed in Nan Yu’s eyes. "Is that really what he said?"
Chi Ying, masking her unease, said with increased volume, "It’s true."
Nan Yu frowned slightly, remembering what Xia Xing had said, and met Chi Ying’s indulgent gaze.
For a moment, she was at a loss.
Chi Ying sighed, her voice choked with emotion, "Xiao Yu, Grandma is actually worried about another accident happening like the other night, which is why I changed my mind and want you to move in as soon as possible."
"Why don’t you move in for a week first? If you find it unsuitable to live with him, I’ll arrange a safe place for you again, and then you can move out, alright?"
Nan Yu bit her lower lip and slowly spoke, "Grandma, please give me two more days to think it over."
Thinking she had unspoken difficulties, Chi Ying didn’t press her. "Alright, take your time to think about it."
After finishing her meal, Nan Yu returned to her room upstairs and took out her laptop.
She operated the keyboard with one hand, as the screen constantly changed.
Soon, the entire screen went dark.
She typed on the keyboard even faster. A string of blue characters danced across the screen, which began to display snow-like static.
Three seconds later, it returned to normal.
Differently this time, a black website popped up in the center of the screen.
Nan Yu, accustomed to the site, dragged the photos she had obtained today into the black website.
Then, she pressed the Enter key.
The next second, a search progress bar appeared.
Five minutes later, the search stopped.
Nan Yu looked up and saw the person who looked exactly like the one in the photo on the screen.
At the bottom, his name was displayed.
She read it out loud, "Jiang Feishun."
On the other side, in the hospital.
Meng Yi spent every day in the hospital, sitting at a distance, watching the direction of Luo Ji’s room.
She looked down and sent a message to Jiang Feishun.
[Lawyer Jiang, how is the case progressing now?]
The reply came back quickly.
[Miss Meng, don’t worry. This case is trickier than I anticipated. The other side has tampered with it.]
Upon reading this message, Meng Yi instantly tensed up, stood up, and ran to a secluded corner to call Jiang Feishun right away.
"Lawyer Jiang, what did you mean by what you just said?"
On the other end, Jiang Feishun sighed, his voice weary.
"Miss Meng, are you free right now? I need to discuss this matter with you in person."
Without hesitation, Meng Yi rushed to the agreed location.
Jiang Feishun had chosen a very private restaurant’s private room. As soon as Meng Yi entered, he immediately closed the door and lowered his voice.
"Miss Meng, Nan Yu made a fake surveillance video and submitted it as evidence to the police, who are now convinced of Luo Ji’s guilt."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi responded angrily, "Can’t they tell that the video is fake?"
Jiang Feishun let out a heavy sigh, "That’s the big problem I wanted to discuss with you. Her ability to fabricate is top-notch; it’s impossible to distinguish the fake from the real."
Meng Yi’s eyes widened, and her expression twisted, "How can she, a country bumpkin from the countryside, have such skills? You aren’t deceiving me, are you?"
Jiang Feishun took out his laptop, pulled up the surveillance video.
"Miss Meng, I know you’re skeptical, so I brought it to show you."