Chapter 122

Qi Fei listened and gradually understood what Liu Tong meant by saying this matter was troublesome. Nancheng Hospital is a hospital with a very good reputation. Suddenly making such a rogue behavior is already very abnormal. In addition, as Wu Shanqiu said, this doctor named Li Liang has no need to deny this matter in a hurry to anger the patient's family, because according to Zhang Juying's statement, the greater responsibility should be in the link of blood sample delivery.

After leaving Zhang Juying's house, Qi Fei said as soon as he sat in the car: "It seems I have to go to Nancheng Hospital tomorrow."

"Brother Fei, did you forget?" Wu Shanqiu said immediately.

"Forget what?" Qi Fei asked.

"Before we came out, you promised me that you would go to Qi Dongjun to ask questions tomorrow."

Qi Fei only then remembered this. This was not like his usual self. As a criminal police officer, his schedule was often very full, and he rarely remembered the wrong things to do. He subconsciously ignored the matter of finding Qi Dongjun—he didn't want to face his father.

The next day, as soon as the sky dawned, Qi Fei had already arrived at the Guiyue Apartment.

He looked last night, and only the light in Room 301 of the entire apartment was on. Zhong Kui and the others lived in this room.

He practiced nervously at the door, preparing to open the door in a while to accept the difficulties from Meng Apo.

"That, I'm here to deliver breakfast..." He held the rice ball and soy milk in his hand, trying to find an excuse with a thick skin.

While he was still struggling, the door suddenly opened.

But the one standing at the door was not Meng Apo, but Zhong Kui.

He saw her wearing a lotus-colored silk nightdress, her exquisite lines looming, and she appeared in front of him just like that.

"What are you muttering at the door?" Zhong Kui didn't seem surprised by his appearance at all.

Qi Fei entered the door immediately and closed the door behind him with one foot.

"What's the rush?" Zhong Kui looked at his hurried appearance of closing the door and asked with a smile while brushing her hair.

"It's winter, aren't you afraid of freezing to death wearing so little?" Qi Fei muttered, but his heart was beating violently.

"Didn't you see that I installed a heater? Like in the mountains, I have to be warm in the room." Zhong Kui deliberately leaned against Qi Fei. "You are wearing so much, don't you feel hot?"

Fine beads of sweat did indeed begin to ooze from Qi Fei's forehead, and he looked around.

"Meng Apo is not here." Zhong Kui seemed to hear the question in his heart, and then reached out to pull down the zipper of his coat. "You stayed downstairs for so long yesterday, isn't it just to give me a surprise this morning? I can't spoil this fun. I asked Meng Apo to set off at five o'clock to return to Sanwu Town to pick up Luosha."

"I, I bought rice balls and..." Qi Fei only felt his throat dry with tension. This was a completely different tension from just outside the door.

"Where did the arrogance in the interrogation room go?" Zhong Kui looked at Qi Fei with those soul-stirring eyes, stood on tiptoe, leaned into his ear to speak, her lips almost touching his hot earlobe, "Tell me, is love so shameless..."

Qi Fei's back was pressed heavily against the door panel. The cold dull pain when Zhong Kui's fingertips brushed his Adam's apple, the hot wind sprayed by the heater rolled up her hair and swept across his nose. The last sentence he heard in his clear consciousness was: "Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Qi..."

He still had to face what he had to face. Qi Fei still embarked on the way home—the small western-style building built by the Luomeng River.

Wu Shanqiu, sitting in the passenger seat, kept looking at Qi Fei all the way, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother Fei, I thought you and your father had a bad relationship. It looks like..."

"Hmm? What do you want to say?" Qi Fei didn't know what he was guilty of, and asked vigilantly immediately.

"Do you know that you have been smiling at yourself?" Wu Shanqiu was full of confusion in her eyes.

"No, you saw it wrong." Qi Fei denied it flatly.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Wu Shanqiu's eyes, and her gaze fell on Qi Fei's collar: "What is this? Why is there a red patch on your neck? Are you allergic?" After she finished speaking, she looked at Qi Fei again, suddenly realized, and opened her eyes wide, "Oh! I almost forgot, today is Valentine's Day. Brother Fei, you are not honest! Where did you run to early in the morning?"

Qi Fei was ashamed and angry by her words, and because he had nowhere to escape while driving, he shouted: "What is this little girl thinking about? Can you put more thought into the case?"

"Ha! Let me guess, you didn't go to the Guiyue Apartment, did you?" Wu Shanqiu was relentless.

The two quarreled all the way and finally arrived near the Luomeng River.

The Luomeng River is a tributary of the Ying Jiang, running through the entire Nancheng. There is a low-key mansion by the river, hidden between green space and historical sites.

Only the old Nancheng people know where this place is.

This is the home of the big boss of Dongjun Industrial. More than ten years ago, Qi Dongjun's wife, Xi Ziyun, was killed here. Everyone thought Qi Dongjun would move away, but he didn't expect to continue to stay here.

The light white house has never been renovated. Years of rain erosion have left traces of time on the outside, making this house that should have been romantic become gloomy and weird.

Qi Dongjun is certainly not short of money to repair the house. The fact that he has always lived in this old house has spread in Nancheng, and there are different opinions: those who admire him say he is nostalgic, and those who slander him say he has a ghost in his heart.

When Qi Fei arrived, the gate of the courtyard opened automatically. He looked at this small building that appeared in front of him slowly. The lights in the windows were still bright, but the mother he loved would never come back.

For so many years, he had never been back once. He didn't expect that the first time he came back after many years was to investigate a case, and it was a case that had nothing to do with his mother's death.

However, when the door opened, the face he saw at first glance was enough to ignite Qi Fei's temper—Lu Man stood in front of him and said: "Your father is waiting for you."

"I'm just here to find Qi Dongjun to understand the situation, what does it have to do with you?" Qi Fei's tone was very harsh as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lu Man didn't say anything and automatically made way for a path.

Qi Fei took Wu Shanqiu straight to the living room.

All the furnishings were maintained as they were back then, but more than ten years had passed, and the light-colored furniture had begun to turn yellow, with traces of time, just like Qi Dongjun's face.

There was a semi-open study behind the sofa in the living room. Dongjun sat behind that huge desk, wearing reading glasses and looking at some documents, as if this was an ordinary day, and he was working at home waiting for his son to go home.

When Qi Fei was young, Qi Dongjun often met guests here, and today, he became this guest himself.

Facing Qi Fei, who was stimulated by Lu Man as soon as he entered the door, Qi Dongjun was very calm. He took off his reading glasses and said: "Oh, you are here, sit down." Then he specifically said to Wu Shanqiu very thoughtfully: "Qi Fei's colleague, Xiao Wu, right? You sit down too."

Wu Shanqiu didn't expect Qi Dongjun to know herself, and was flattered and blurted out: "Oh oh! Thank you, Uncle!"

Qi Fei couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her when he heard this, and whispered: "Have some backbone!"