"Do you have other things to do?" Song Tianyao asked Scribe Hui across from him, as he sipped the calming lily and sugarcane tea served in the teahouse.
The Scribe Hui, scratched his head. "No, it's just that I was planning to help out at A Shuan and her daughter's place on the way, doing chores like fetching water, buying groceries, and taking care of them..."
"You're not up to any bad intentions, are you? The two women, mother and daughter, are currently living on the second floor of a tenement building on Jordan Road. I specifically hired a part-time maid to help A Shuan's wife and daughter with housework, grocery shopping, and cooking. I also specifically asked Gao Lao Cheng Fuyixing Society on Jordan Road to help look after them, so that the widow and her child wouldn't be bullied. You're currently living on Tai Wo Street. Which road do you take to cross the harbor and get to the tenement building next to Diocesan Girls' Junior School 'Jordan Road Primary School on Kowloon Road in Kowloon?" Song Tianyao looked at his Scribe Hui, and said suspiciously.
After the funeral of Xianyu Shuan was over, Song Tianyao kept his word and settled Xianyu Shuan's widowed mother and children in an apartment near Diocesan Girls' School on Jordan Road in Kowloon. He also arranged for a part-time maid to clean and provide three meals a day, so that Xianyu Shuan's wife could focus on taking her daughter to and from school. Considering the mixed nature of Kowloon, Song Tianyao even contacted Gao Lao Cheng to ask members of the Fuyixing Hing triad to help look after them. It can be said that he did his best to make proper arrangements.
Now that Song Tianyao hears that Scribe Hui is going to travel from Wan Chai on Hong Kong Island to Jordan in Jordan Kowloon help Xianyu Shuan's wife and daughter fetch water and buy groceries, he naturally suspects that Scribe Hui has ulterior motives.
"No, no, A Shuan's body is barely cold, I wouldn't do such a thing. I... I'm a young man who lives in the clinic next to A Shuan's house. A while ago, when I was helping A Shuan and his mother move to Kowloon by boat early in the morning, I pulled him out of the sea near the pier. He had a knife wound in his back, a broken shoulder, and a broken leg, but he was still alive. I originally wanted to throw him ashore to die, but A Shuan's wife said it would be better to do a good deed and accumulate good karma for A Shuan, so I rescued him and brought him to the clinic. Fortunately, he was young and strong, and he was brought in in time, so he survived. I thought that A Shuan, his mother, and the maid were all women, and the man was from out of town, with no relatives or friends in Hong Kong. It was inconvenient for women to do things like changing his dressings and clothes, so I would go and help when I had free time."
Upon being suspected by Song Tianyao of having ulterior motives towards Xianyu Shuan's wife, Scribe Hui's drowsiness immediately vanished, and he hurriedly offered an explanation.
"Next time, just say you went to help the man change clothes. Mixing in vague things like fetching water, buying groceries, and taking care of people is easy to misunderstand. I'm a civilized person. If it were Gao Lao Cheng over there, he'd definitely think you, as the fourth brother of Fuyixing, were trying to seduce the wife of your fellow fourth brother, Xianyu Shuan. He might already have an axe on your head. Eat your food, and then go to Jordan to take care of the man." Song Tianyao looked at the Scribe Hui, feeling that this guy wasn't as clever and agreeable as the deceased Xianyu Shuan: "So impulsive, can't even speak clearly."
"Should I arrange for a few of my men to keep an eye on Zhang Yuqi for you, Secretary Song?" The silent Rotten-Life Ju, hearing that Song Tianyao was no longer going to let his Scribe Hui run errands, spoke up.
"There's no need. I'm just a little curious about what he'll do. I figured Scribe Hui has nothing better to do, so I'm just making him run errands. Actually, no matter what he does, the result will be the same," Song Tianyao said, shaking his head slightly.
Zhang Yuqi walked to the morgue of Tung Wah Hospital, turned around and gave a forced smile to A-Yin and Alice, who were following behind him, as well as the few men from the Five Counties Youth Society responsible for protecting Zhang Yuqi. He said in a desolate tone, "Let me be alone with Yuliang for a while. It shouldn't be a problem for me to chat with a brother who has passed away."
Seeing Zhang Yuqi's pale face, haggard appearance, and faint dark circles under his eyes, A-Yin felt a little sorry for him. It had only been two days since Zhang Yuqi met Zhang Yujie the day before yesterday, but in just two days and nights, the once handsome, elegant, and gentle second young Zhang Family had become so haggard.
He was truly determined to be a scapegoat. He didn't ask a single question about the Zhang Family's assets or businesses. Instead, he hired a group of lawyers and fawned over Kowloon District Detective Chief Inspector Cheung Wing-kam, asking the lawyers and police to work together at various locations, including the dock warehouse, the counterfeit drug packaging factory, and the Zhang Family's warehouse, to figure out how to solidify the false evidence and make Zhang Yujie appear as a victim who had been deceived, thus pointing the finger at him as the culprit.
This second young master of the Zhang Family has truly risked everything to prove his innocence, rescue Zhang Yujie, and take control of the situation.
A-Yin no longer had any doubts about Zhang Yuqi, and even Zhang Yujie's two wives believed him. However, Zhang Yuqi still insisted on taking her with him in everything he did, so that she could see clearly what he was doing.
"Let's go outside for some fresh air," A-Yin said, taking Alice's hand and turning to walk out into the corridor.
Alice felt sorry for her boss. As A-Yin led her forward, she kept turning back to look at Zhang Yuqi, who stood alone, looking haggard, her eyes full of pity.
Only the morgue supervisor remained with Zhang Yuqi. Zhang Yuqi bowed slightly to the old man politely, took out a banknote from his wallet, and handed it to him. "Uncle, please open the door so I can see my brother. This is just a small token of my appreciation."
The administrator took the body, thanked him, unlocked the morgue door, and, familiar with the layout, located the morgue Zhang Yuliang's body was frozen. He pulled the morgue out and then said to Zhang Yuqi:
"I've already cleaned up and washed Fourth Young Master Zhang's face. I'll go out and prepare some clean water for you to wash your hands before you leave."
After the administrator finished speaking, he quickly left. In the huge morgue, the buzzing of the refrigeration machine and the cold, lonely lights left only the two brothers of the Zhang Family, one standing and the other lying down.
Zhang Yuqi unzipped the black body bag, revealing Zhang Yuliang's head and upper body. Zhang Yuliang's face was peaceful, as if he were asleep.
Zhang Yuqi held a handkerchief to his mouth and nose, staring intently at Zhang Yuliang for several minutes until a small patch of bright red blood seeped from the handkerchief near his mouth. It turned out that Zhang Yuqi had bitten his finger through the handkerchief!