Miserable Liu Ji

The turmoil of the search subsided as the last person was searched.

There was nothing unusual within the Shen family, so the suspect was not among them.

Now that Zhang Chen's family of three had cleared themselves of suspicion, they naturally returned to their own courtyard. But as soon as Zhang Chen entered, he saw Shen Ling, clad in a crimson robe, hurrying toward him. She came before him with a face full of concern. "Little Brother Zhang, villains set fire to the Shen family just now. Are you all right? Were you burned?"

Shen Ling's words brimmed with concern, and paired with her soft Wu dialect, they made one's heart sway, as though she were worrying over her lover.

If Zhang Chen had not seen Shen Ling embracing Zhang Gaoqiu amid the flames earlier, he might truly have believed her act. After all, when Zhang Gaoqiu had examined Shen Ling's body, his hands had roamed over every inch of her. It had been utterly eye-searing.

Zhang Chen glanced at Shen Ling, a trace of concern appearing in his eyes. He pulled her into his arms and began groping her from top to bottom, his large hands turning into Lu Mountain Claws as he imitated Zhang Gaoqiu and felt his way over her. "Miss Shen, thank you for your concern. Are you all right? I was worried about you earlier, afraid the flames might burn you. Hurry, let me examine you..."

Zhang Chen's palm was like a nimble serpent, gliding across Shen Ling's curves. Shen Ling's expression stiffened. She had the urge to pull back her hand and slap him viciously, but she endured it. A small lack of patience would spoil a great plan.

Then Shen Ling sprang out of Zhang Chen's embrace like a startled rabbit. She looked