Before Lan Yanyan could finish speaking, Shan Liang violently waved away her hand that was trying to take the wine glass, his expression savage.
His voice was cold. "Don't touch me! Get out of here!"
Lan Yanyan tried hard to suppress the grievance in her heart. She forced a smile. "Shan Liang, I know you're upset. I really didn't do it on purpose. I'll go to the police again tomorrow. I won't tell them it was you."
Shan Liang gave an enigmatic smile, his gentle face full of mockery. "Really? Then can you tell me how you got released suddenly? Didn't we agree that you would take the blame for me? Lan Yanyan, are you trying to drive me to death!"
Lan Yanyan shook her head nervously, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't, I really didn't. Shan Liang, please, believe me."
Normally, a beautiful woman's tears would draw a great deal of comfort.
But Shan Liang turned a blind eye to such a "beautiful sight". He glanced at Lan Yanyan disgustedly and continued to drink glass after glass of wine.
Lan Yanyan didn't dare to speak up and disturb Shan Liang anymore. She sat silently on one side, trying her best to reduce her presence.
The empty wine bottles on the ground were piling up. Shan Liang's consciousness gradually blurred. The figure of Lan Yanyan in front of him began to sway constantly, overlapping with the bright face in his memory.
Shan Liang subconsciously called out, with endless tenderness. "Qingqing, is that you?"
Lan Yanyan bit her lips tightly. Tears washed over her delicate face. When Shan Liang suddenly pounced on her, she only struggled slightly and then let the man on top of her roughly tear at her dress.
"Qingqing, I miss you so much. I love you. Do you know?" Shan Liang whispered boundless affection into Lan Yanyan's ear, his movements becoming gentler.
Lan Yanyan reached out her hand and hugged Shan Liang's strong waist. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I love you too, Shan Liang."
That night, the spring scenery was everywhere.
Only those who were in it could understand what kind of taste it was.
Bo Yan was very efficient. The next morning, he led the members of the special case team to Shan Liang's company.
Today, there was an ulterior motive. Jiang Cong was almost certain that the murderer was Shan Liang.
After a hangover, Shan Liang forced himself to work in the company. When he received the news from his secretary that the policemen from the police station had come for an investigation, he felt even more headache.
"Take them to the reception room. I'll go there later." Shan Liang hung up the internal phone and leaned back weakly on the swivel chair, thinking about how to deal with the investigating policemen later.
A moment later, Shan Liang stood up, resumed his gentle and elegant demeanor, and walked towards the elevator under the subtle scrutiny of everyone.
As soon as Shan Liang left, the people in the office area started a heated discussion.
"The boss looks very bad today. Is it because of Mo Ziqing's sudden death that has hit him too hard?" Colleague A, a female who was infatuated with Shan Liang, was the first to speak, staring at the direction where Shan Liang left with starry eyes.
"They were such a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman. Now they are separated by life and death. It would be hard for anyone." Secretary B joined the discussion, echoing A's view.
"The boss has a good temper and is very rich. What kind of woman can't he find? Will he still keep thinking about the one who is no longer here?" Scheming woman C, who had coveted Shan Liang for a long time, sneered.
...
Shan Liang had been in the business world for a long time and was extremely good at reading people's expressions. So although he didn't hear what people said about him secretly, he could guess most of it.
In the enclosed space of the elevator, for no reason, Shan Liang felt a sudden surge of fear.
Hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes. Mo Ziqing's every frown and smile flashed through his mind like a carousel.
He squatted down, covering his head in collapse, but still maintained his last bit of sanity and didn't let out a scream of losing control.
"It's fake, it's all fake. That woman has been killed by your own hands. She's no longer here!"
The elevator door opened, and Shan Liang was still squatting in the corner in a protective posture.
"Mr. Shan? Are you okay?" When the assistant saw the elevator door open and was about to go in, he saw Shan Liang and quickly stepped forward.
Shan Liang felt someone helping him up, and his sanity returned. A gentle smile appeared on his lips. "It's okay. I just had a bit of hypoglycemia because I didn't have breakfast this morning. You can go and do your work."
The assistant didn't suspect anything. In the end, he didn't overstep his bounds and watched Shan Liang walk away while supporting the wall with uneasiness.
Jiang Cong and his team were sitting in the reception room, waiting for the protagonist of today to arrive.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Shan Liang opened the door and said apologetically.
Bo Yan stood up and said in a formulaic tone, "It's okay, Mr. Shan. Please sit down. We're just here to learn about some situations of Miss Mo before her death."
Shan Liang showed a positive attitude of cooperation. He casually glanced at Jiang Cong sitting on one side, then seemingly seriously looked into Bo Yan's eyes and answered the questions Bo Yan asked one by one.
He had secretly investigated Jiang Cong's background. He was a well - known criminal psychology professor. If he accidentally showed his flaws in front of him, it would be like throwing himself into the net.
For a moment, Shan Liang's body was tense, and his brain was working fast.
In contrast, Jiang Cong was much more at ease.
He took a small sip of the tea and smelled the fragrant tea like he was intoxicated.
Shan Liang, who had been paying attention to Jiang Cong, couldn't help but feel a bit nervous when he saw this scene.
What did Jiang Cong mean?
Was it just a simple investigation, or did he have other motives?
Bo Yan asked Shan Liang seemingly irrelevant questions unobtrusively. In fact, he was also waiting for Jiang Cong's hint to end this investigation.
"Okay, we've roughly understood the situation. Thank you for your cooperation." Bo Yan received Jiang Cong's look and immediately stood up, saying without any hesitation.
Hearing this, Shan Liang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His smile became more sincere. "Okay, Captain Bo. You must find out the truth as soon as possible, give Ziqing justice, and make the murderer pay the price!"
Bo Yan nodded understandingly. Just as he was about to get up and leave, Jiang Cong suddenly asked, "Mr. Shan, do you love Miss Mo very much?"
Shan Liang knew that Jiang Cong wouldn't let it go easily, but he was also a bit confused by this absurd question.
He steadied his mind and put on a sad but patient expression. "I love Ziqing very much. She is my whole world. I can give up everything for her."
The words were half - true and half - false.
People who didn't know the truth might think he was a deeply affectionate man when they saw Shan Liang like this.
Jiang Cong nodded faintly, said "My condolences", and then walked away.
The group filed out, leaving Shan Liang alone in the reception room.
After leaving the office building and getting back into the police car, Bo Yan finally asked the question in his heart. "Jiang Cong, does Shan Liang... have something to do with it?"