He Shuqin stayed in the study for a long time, long enough for Qin Ke, who was outside the door, to relax and return to his room.
He glanced at the photo of the Identification Report his subordinate had just sent over.
[The recording is authentic and has not undergone special editing. The voice is genuine, with no evidence of voice alteration or fabrication, and no traces of synthesis...]
He Shuqin stood up at once, left the study, and strode toward the second floor.
Qin Ke's room.
The door opened silently. As he always did, He Shuqin walked over and sat beside Qin Ke's bed, stroking his sleeping face.
Had Qin Ke opened his eyes right then, he would have seen an ice-cold killing intent in He Shuqin's gaze.
He closed his hand around Qin Ke's neck and applied a little pressure, sneering. "Still going to pretend?"
Qin Ke's eyelashes trembled before he opened his eyes. His gaze was unruffled; he had apparently already guessed.
The warmth of the past was gone. The coldness in their eyes seemed ready to spill out, and the temperature around them plummeted. Both their hearts felt as though they had fallen into an ice pit.
Qin Ke had expected to be exposed eventually. He could not keep He Shuqin in the dark for long. But even so, how had it happened this quickly? Where had he gone wrong?
This was a devastating blow to the rest of his plans.
But for He Shuqin? The moment Qin Ke opened his eyes, he saw it for himself. He was certain.
This was not his boy.
Where had his boy gone? Was he still alive? When exactly had this started? He knew him better than anyone else in the world, yet he had failed to