Chapter 495: Continue Investigating

Mu Youyu was teased so much she couldn't keep a straight face; the corner of her mouth twitched, she pulled the bowl toward herself, then placed some greens on his bowl, saying, "No, I'll eat it myself."

"Wow, you're really capable." Jiang Liangjin switched into his usual praise mode.

The servants lowered their heads instinctively.

The atmosphere at the dining table relaxed again.

Seeing her mood improve and that she was willing to eat, Jiang Liangjin finally relaxed.

The two ate in silence; the servants cleared the table, and Qing Ma brought a plate of cut fruit to the coffee table before quietly withdrawing elsewhere.

Mu Youyu curled up on the sofa, a thin blanket draped over her, holding a fruit fork in her hand.

Jiang Liangjin sat beside her, an arm draped over the back of the sofa behind her, relaxed.

Mu Youyu popped a strawberry into her mouth and asked, "Are you still going to the office this afternoon?"

Jiang Liangjin glanced at the time and said, "No, someone else will handle the rest."

Third Uncle suddenly returned to the country; as his nephew, it was only natural for him to fulfill some filial duties—he couldn't just leave him idle.

Mu Youyu nodded, pushed the fruit plate across, curled up further on the sofa, pulled the thin blanket over her abdomen, and said, "Then I'll take a nap."

Jiang Liangjin withdrew his hand, nudged the pillow toward her, and asked, "Tired? Didn't sleep well again last night?"

Mu Youyu didn't deny it, giving a vague "hmm."

Indeed, she hadn't slept much; at first she scrolled her phone, tossing and turning, thinking about where to go play with A Jin today.

But today that person had no time, so she tentatively planned to go to A City with her older brother; however, the concert ended unfinished, and she almost got hit by a falling light.

Jiang Liangjin asked gently, "Would you like to go rest in the room?"

Mu Youyu blinked, then gently waved her hands at him and said, "Yes."

Jiang Liangjin smiled helplessly, reached out, and easily scooped her up, arms around her back and legs.

After steadying her in his arms and carrying her upstairs, Jiang Liangjin pulled the thin blanket up over her, gave a quick reminder, then turned and left, heading upstairs.

One might ask why not stay next door?

In the Jiang family, Jiang Su had only one child, Jiang Liangjin, so Mu Youyu's room could be on either his left or right.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Mu residence, only four rooms were suitable for sleeping, reserved for the four Mu brothers; the rest were Mu Youyu's wardrobe rooms.

The only other livable spaces were the guest rooms on the fourth and fifth floors; speaking of guest rooms, Jiang Liangjin actually had a regular one there.

He pushed the door open and saw that Mu Xi had sent a message ten minutes earlier: 【I've found something over here; I'll tell you tonight】

Jiang Liangjin glanced at the assistant's reply, his expression shifting, and responded: 【Same here; let's compare notes when the second brother returns】

Second brother: 【Okay】

He turned off the screen, leaned against the headboard, and his thoughts raced.

The assistant's message was brief, but every point led to the same conclusion—it couldn't have been an accident.

The crystal lamp's maintenance records had been tampered with, and the Music Hall's surveillance conveniently failed right before the incident.

Moreover, the worker responsible for maintaining that lamp had taken the day off on the morning of the incident and has been unreachable ever since.

He quickly sorted through the known clues in his mind.

The concert was a setup for Tan Yuzhou; the front‑row seats were arranged by Tan Jingyan, and Mu Xi had originally been seated in Mu Youyu's spot, but she gave it up when her sister arrived unexpectedly.

If Mu Xi hadn't given up her seat, she would have been the one struck.

With Mu Xi injured, she can no longer practice intensely, let alone compete in next month's international piano competition.

In serious cases, her life could even be at risk…

Who stands to gain the most from this outcome?

Jiang Liangjin picked up his phone, sent a few names to the Special Assistant, and added the note: 【Keep investigating】

A City VIP ward.

Feng Cen half‑reclined on the hospital bed, his left arm wrapped in a bandage, palm up resting at his side, while his other hand idly scrolled his phone.

The ward door was gently pushed open from outside, and Tan Yuzhou entered.

He glanced at Feng Cen's arm; the gauze showed no seepage, the color was normal, and he quietly let out a breath of relief.

"The doctor said he needs to stay for observation," he said, unconsciously gripping his fingers, "and he'll need further checks these next few mornings."

Feng Cen muttered an "oh" and kept scrolling his phone.

Tan Yuzhou didn't leave; he sat upright in the chair by the bed and said, "Your hand…"

Feng Cen anticipated his next words, his gaze turning serious, and he put his phone down, saying, "Don't be ridiculous—what are you talking about? I'm Feng Cen!"

"Understood."

"Good that you understand."

Tan Yuzhou hesitated, then asked, "Was that phone call to your father?"

Feng Cen glanced at him, gauging his intent, and replied flatly, "Yes."

Tan Yuzhou fell silent for a moment, then said, "We'll take full responsibility for this."

"Tan Yuzhou, this isn't about whether you take responsibility," Feng Cen said, his tone suddenly sinking, "If it hadn't been for Xiao You's older brother pulling her back just now, she'd be the one lying here, and her injuries would be worse than mine."

"I know," Tan Yuzhou lowered his eyes, "we'll give you an explanation on our end."

The ward door was pushed open again; Feng Cen lifted his head to see his father striding over, face dark as iron, his suit jacket flung open, clearly having rushed all the way.

Behind him followed her mother, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Dad, Mom," Feng Cen said, sitting up slightly.

Feng's father stepped before her, his gaze landing on the bandage on her arm, his voice full of anguish: "Cen‑cen, what happened? I told you to bring bodyguards when you go out, especially to stay away from crowded places… Does your hand hurt?"

Feng Cen shook his head; only then did his father shift his gaze to Tan Yuzhou, sizing him up with a complex expression.

Tan Yuzhou rose, gave a slight nod, and said, "Uncle Feng, hello, I'm Tan Yuzhou. Today's incident was our oversight—we'll cover all medical expenses and any follow‑up treatment…"

"Negligence?" Feng's father cut him off, his tone hard, "Your family can't even guarantee safety—what's the point of holding a concert?"

Tan Jingyan pushed the door open, a little dust on his cuff; it looked like he had just finished handling the scene at the Music Hall and rushed over.

He stood beside his son, bowed slightly to Feng Cen's parents, and said, "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, today's incident happened because we were not thorough enough, causing your daughter to be frightened and injured. Please rest assured; we will definitely investigate this matter and give your daughter an explanation."

Feng Cen's mother stood behind her husband, suppressing the swear words about to escape her lips, her voice trembling: "Our Cen Cen has never suffered a serious injury since childhood! Now her arm is stitched with so many stitches; she's still a delicate girl. Back then we weren't there, she must have been terrified… And what about the scar later? What will become of her!"

Tan Jingyan and his son neither interjected.

Thinking that Tan Jingyan was the teacher of Song Yan's younger cousin, Feng Cen finally spoke up to ease the tension: "Mom, it's not that serious—just a few stitches, not on the face, no big deal."

Feng Cen's mother's worried expression froze, and she immediately glared at her—how is it not serious? Her hand's been stitched!!

Feng Cen's father put an arm around his wife's shoulder, softly soothed her with a couple of sentences, then returned to the matter: "Mr. Tan, I'm putting this out there today—I will have people investigate this thoroughly."

"If it's your fault, I don't want any compensation from you—consider it thanks to Tan Yuzhou for helping our Cen Cen back then."

"If someone did this on purpose, I'll have a serious talk with them."

The Se Clan never cares about such compensation.

Feng Cen gave her stance: "I'll follow my parents' lead."

Tan Jingyan's eyes were serious: "Please rest assured; we will also join forces with the Mu Family to investigate thoroughly."

Tan Yuzhou politely said, "Uncle, Aunt…"

Feng Cen raised an eyebrow, cutting them off: "Let's go outside to talk; I need to rest."

Everyone except her left.