Jiang Cong was dissatisfied that the “good thing” had been interrupted, so he simply chose to ignore the annoying ringing of the phone.
Of course, Chen Er wouldn't let Jiang Cong continue like this. God knew how fast her heart was beating at the moment. She had to escape from here lest she sink deeper into Jiang Cong's good looks.
“Answer the phone first. I... I'll leave first,” Chen Er said before opening the door and fleeing.
Jiang Cong was caught off guard and was pushed aside by Chen Er. The phone rang persistently again, as if it would ring forever until Jiang Cong answered it.
“Hello?” Jiang Cong's tone was tinged with impatience and anger. “You'd better pray that you have something important to tell me.”
On the other end of the line, the private detective sensed Jiang Cong's irritation through his years of intuition. However, he was also helpless because Jiang Cong had told him to inform him as soon as he found out the results. At the moment, he was really in a dilemma.
The private detective silently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said nervously, “Mr. Jiang, I've found out the detailed whereabouts of Chen Huan. Do you want me to send it to you now or later?”
Jiang Cong turned around and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs. After hearing the private detective's words, he closed his sharp eyes and his mind started to work at full speed.
A moment later, Jiang Cong opened his eyes and said calmly, “Send it now to the same email address. I'll call you if I need you.”
“Okay,” the private detective said, relieved to end the call. He immediately sent all the relevant information he had collected to Jiang Cong.
Jiang Cong locked the door to prevent Chen Er from accidentally coming in. Then he turned on the computer. A few minutes later, a new email notification popped up.
Jiang Cong clicked on it and carefully read through the information one by one.
Chen Huan was a typical good girl who only went between school and home. However, there were traces of her going to the “He” nightclub.
In the eyes of her teachers and classmates, Chen Huan was a good student with excellent academic performance. Logically, she shouldn't have gone to places like nightclubs, which were not suitable for minors.
Moreover, this nightclub was also a place that Wei Fuping often visited. Did this indirectly prove that there was indeed some secret connection between Wei Fuping and Chen Huan?
The light from the computer screen reflected off Jiang Cong's glasses, giving off a cold light. The room was not lit, and the sun was gradually covered by clouds, plunging the room into darkness.
“Click,” Jiang Cong lit a cigarette. The faint smell of tobacco soothed his restlessness. The weak spark was more prominent in the darkness.
The cigarette was soon finished, and Jiang Cong had sorted out his thoughts. After a preliminary analysis, he could conclude that there was an 80% chance that Chen Huan's death was related to Wei Fuping.
However, Wei Fuping should have been an indirect factor in Chen Huan's death because Chen Huan did commit suicide, not being deliberately murdered. It was very likely that after Chen Huan suffered from depression, she was constantly stimulated by the outside world, which led to her extreme behavior.
So, was Wei Fuping's death a suicide or a deliberate act? And what role did Chen Er play in all this?
Jiang Cong frowned and took out his phone to make a call.
The private detective had been waiting for Jiang Cong's instructions, so he quickly answered the phone as soon as it rang. “Hello? Mr. Jiang.”
Jiang Cong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his strong yet lonely figure. He looked at the night view outside and gave the instruction, “Check if Chen Er knows Wei Fuping.”
As soon as he said that, Jiang Cong thought it was inappropriate. Wei Fuping was Chen Huan's teacher. If Chen Er wanted to find out, she could easily know about Wei Fuping.
Jiang Cong changed the direction of the investigation. “Check the relationship between Ji Pei, Chen Er, and Wei Fuping.”
The private detective readily agreed and spared no effort to investigate what Jiang Cong had asked.
Ji Pei was the murderer who killed Sheng Qingqiu. Chen Er had known from the beginning that the person they were looking for was Ji Pei, but she chose not to say anything. This only showed that Chen Er was afraid that if she revealed Ji Pei, something irreversible would happen.
Ji Pei must be holding some kind of handle on Chen Er, and that was the reason why Chen Er was so afraid of her.
Chen Huan died because of Wei Fuping. Jiang Cong didn't know the exact reason, but if Chen Er knew that her loved one had died unjustly, she would surely not let Wei Fuping get away with it.
A thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Cong, making him break out in a cold sweat.
Unless Chen Er had killed Wei Fuping, and Ji Pei had found out this secret.
Jiang Cong took a deep breath and clasped his hands nervously. He hoped that his speculation was wrong.
The private detective needed time to conduct the investigation. In a blink of an eye, three days had passed. Jiang Cong and Chen Er set off again and left Binhai.
“Where are we going this time?” Chen Er sat beside Jiang Cong and affectionately wrapped her arm around his.
Jiang Cong was wearing sunglasses, and his half-exposed face was still sexy and charming. “A temple. It's said to be very efficacious.”
The vehicle kept bumping, and Chen Er felt dizzy. She leaned weakly on Jiang Cong's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.
The mountain road was rough. After three hours of bumping, the bus finally reached its destination with a busload of passengers.
“Alright! Longquan Temple is here. Get off the bus! Don't forget your things,” the bus driver stopped the bus and shouted.
Jiang Cong gently nudged Chen Er and lowered his head to coax her tenderly. “Wake up, we're here. Don't sleep anymore.”
For some reason, Chen Er had been having nightmares recently. The dreams were all the same: Jiang Cong standing in front of her, scolding her for her mistakes.
Chen Er woke up in the middle of the night every night, and her uneasiness was getting stronger. Only when she was close to Jiang Cong could she find a moment of peace.
“Um...” Chen Er rubbed her eyes and barely opened them a little. The driver looked at the “loving” young couple in front of him and joked straightforwardly, “You young people have such a good relationship. You should pray sincerely in this Longquan Temple. Maybe it can bless you to get married!”
Hearing the driver's teasing words, Chen Er immediately woke up. She immediately grabbed Jiang Cong's hand and rushed out.
Jiang Cong smiled helplessly. He picked up the luggage and carefully protected Chen Er to make sure she wouldn't be bumped into.
“Why did you suddenly think of coming to a temple?” Chen Er took a quick look at the surrounding scenery. It was simple and solemn, as if one could wash away all the uneasiness and confusion in their heart and find a sense of belonging when they were in it.
“Because I have a worry that I can't tell anyone else. I can only tell it to the gods and pray that my wish will come true,” Jiang Cong said absent-mindedly, with a more complicated look between his eyebrows.