There was now a recording of the domestic violence, and Qin Li's diary could also count as a lead. Once they handed those over to the police, couldn't they just have the police investigate directly?
"Qin Li's diary alone isn't enough to open a case. Those vague, ambiguous statements of hers can't be used as evidence at all."
If it were really that simple, Qin Li's death from gas poisoning back then wouldn't have been closed so neatly.
"Then what do we do?"
"We can't keep dragging this out forever, can we?"
It did feel pretty satisfying, but it was exhausting too.
"Wait."
Some people only grew braver with every setback.
Especially those who were extremely proud and confident to their very core.
*
The next day, because of his injuries, Wen Congyuan didn't go to work and stayed home to recuperate.
Su Qiao got up early to get ready.
Host, are you still putting on makeup with those injuries?
"Of course. These injuries won't heal in just a day or two. Besides, didn't I get 'new injuries' again last night?"
...Aren't all the injuries on that man, Wen Congyuan?
And they're the kind that hurt like hell without leaving any particularly obvious marks.
Once she was ready, Su Qiao didn't even eat breakfast. She changed into a cool summer outfit, slung her bag over her shoulder, and prepared to leave.
Wen Congyuan's gaze swept over her, and his expression instantly darkened.
Her shorts were so short that her entire thighs were exposed. The chiffon floral top she wore was just as glaring to him, with its plunging V-neck design.
"Where are you going?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "None of your business."
When she reached the door, she seemed to remember something and turned back, holding out