stepping out of the room.In the living room downstairs, Aunt Song was still mopping the floor. Seeing her come down, she called out softly, "Madam.""Aunt Song, have you seen Hanchuan" Fu Xiaoyao asked..."Curious about my residence" Lu Hanchuan heard Fu Xiaoyao's words, feeling a bit peculiar in his heart.

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This sound, when it reached Lu Hanchuan's ears, actually had a hint of coquettishness to it.

He couldn't help but think of her coquettish appearance, his throat feeling a little dry. He licked his lips, his voice hoarse as he said, "Okay."

Fu Xiaoyao smiled, "That's great, then let's settle it. I'll come over tomorrow morning, Hanchuan. You should get some rest early. It's getting late, good night."

"Good night." Lu Hanchuan said goodbye.

Fu Xiaoyao hung up the phone.

Lu Hanchuan looked at the phone screen that had returned to the main menu and chuckled softly before putting down his phone.

At this time, there was a sound on the stairs.

Lu Hanchuan turned his head to look. Aunt Song had finished tidying the room and was coming down the stairs.

"Aunt Song." Lu Hanchuan called her name.

Aunt Song wiped her hands and came over, "What's the matter, sir."

"Prepare an extra breakfast for one tomorrow morning," Lu Hanchuan instructed.

"Is someone coming to visit"

"Well, a... friend." Lu Hánchuan searched his mind for a suitable description, eventually settling on the word "friend" to represent Fu Xiǎoyáo.

But deep down, he wasn't quite satisfied with the word "friend."

"Friend" Aunt Song thought for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. "Is it Dr. Shao"

Ever since Mr. Li lost his memories three years ago, six years ago Dr. Shao and he have been estranged. They haven't made up until now, and even at some social events, they don't greet each other when they meet. Qiao Mu told her about this and she was worried.

Mr. has been friends with Dr. Shao since they were young, and besides Dr. Shao, he doesn't have any other friends. Therefore, he sincerely hopes the two of them can reconcile.

"No." As if he knew what Auntie Song was thinking, Lu Hanchuan darkened his face and replied with two words in a flat tone.

Aunt Song's eyes dimmed instantly, "It wasn't Dr. Shao, then who"

"The one who gave you the ointment last time." Lu Hanchuan said.

Aunt Song was taken aback at first, then the sparkle returned to her eyes, “It’s the partner of Mr., that Miss from back then”

"Hmm." Lu Hanchuan replied.

Aunt Song clapped her hands excitedly, "That's great! I was wondering when to ask your husband about information on Miss Shi."

"What are you doing this for" Lu Hanchuan frowned.

Aunt Song chuckled and replied, “Of course, I’m thanking her. The ointment she gave me is very effective. I've applied a few patches, and my back hasn't hurt as much as it used to these past few days.”

That's how it is.

Lu Hanchuan slightly raised his chin. "Tomorrow she's coming, you should thank her."

"Of course," Aunt Song nodded and then asked, "By the way, sir, what does Miss Shi like to eat I'll prepare some for her tomorrow."

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then uttered several names of dishes.

When Song Yi heard these dish names, her expression froze, "These dishes aren't..."

"Huh" Lu Hanchuan looked at her in confusion.

Song Yi opened her mouth, swallowed the unfinished words, and smiled in a complicated way. "It's nothing."

She actually wanted to say that these dishes are the wife's favorites.

But now his wife has been gone for six years, and her husband doesn't remember her anymore. What's the point of all this, she says

What she didn't understand was why the master would say that his wife liked the dish. Could it be that Miss's taste was the same as her mistress'

Just to be sure, Auntie Song confirmed, “Sir, are you certain that Miss likes these”

Lü Hánchuan's eyes flickered slightly, as if in thought.

After a few seconds, he lightly nodded his head. "Hmm,"

He actually didn't know what Shi Yao really liked to eat, but when Aunt Song asked, these dish names just popped into his head naturally.

And his intuition also told him that Shi Yao should be someone he liked.

"Alright, then I'll cook these dishes tomorrow." Aunt Song replied.

Lu Hanchuan remained silent, gently rubbing his temples.

"I almost forgot," Aunt Song suddenly said, "Sir, Qi Ya has woken up."

"Awake" Lu Hanchuan's eyes narrowed.

Aunt Song replied, "Yes, I just finished tidying up your room and came out. When I passed by Qi Ya's room door, I heard some movement, she must have woken up."

"I understand, I'll go take a look." Lu Hanchuan said this, getting up and walking upstairs.

Arriving at Qi Ya's room, Lu Hanchuan didn't knock. He directly twisted the doorknob and walked in.

In the room, Qi Ya was sitting on the bed, knees bent, both arms hugging her head as if she were avoiding something frightening. She didn't even notice him enter.

Lu Hanchuan looked at Qi Ya like this, his expression unchanged, still so cold.

He walked to the bedside and stopped, lowering his head slightly. He looked down at her condescendingly, "You know who sent the express delivery, right"

Aunt Song said that before Qi Ya fell into a coma, she kept saying, "She's back."

He didn't know if Qi Ya was referring to a man or a woman when she said "she".

But he knew, Qi Ya must know who it was.

Upon hearing Lü Hánchuan's question, Qí Yǎ shrank back slightly. She raised her head to look at him, but quickly lowered it again, "I... I don't know..."

"Don't you know" Lu Hanchuan reached out and pinched her chin, forcefully lifting her head up. "Look at me, are you truly clueless, or are you deliberately not saying anything"

"I... I really don't know!" Qi Ya replied, her eyes flickering.

How could she possibly say it.

How could she say that the express delivery person was Fu Xiaoyao

She couldn't say it, absolutely not.

Seeing that Qi Ya was lying, Lu Hanchuan wasn't surprised, nor was he angry.

He had expected her to do just that.

"Well, since you won't say, I'll have someone look into it. When I find out what you've done..."

"No! You can't look!" Qi Ya seemed to be stimulated, she suddenly jumped off the bed, grabbed Lu Hanchuan's arm, squeezed it hard, her nails almost piercing through his shirt and into his flesh.

She glared with bloodshot eyes, her face contorted in fury, and snarled, "You can't investigate this, Hanchuan! You are not allowed to!"

It couldn't be found, nor could it be searched. So, did they really do something that goes against heaven's will

Lu Hanchuan's handsome face was ashen as he drew his arm back, "You really killed someone"

Although she didn't die, she did commit murder.

Qi Ya's pupils suddenly contracted, her face as white as snow, she denied, "No, I didn't kill her."

"By now, you're still lying!" Lu Hanchuan's voice was heavy.

Qi Ya shrank her neck, "I'm not lying, she's still alive, she said so, she came back, that means she didn't die, if she didn't die then I didn't kill anyone!"

Isn't it murder if someone isn't dead

What kind of statement is this

According to her, wouldn't that mean half the people in prison hadn't committed murder

"Obstinate fool." Lu Hanchuan looked at Qi Ya with disgust, "Say, who do you want to kill"

"No!" Qi Ya shouted, her voice filled with emotion. "I told you, I'm not a murderer! I don't even know who she is!"

She absolutely couldn't reveal Fu Xiaoyao's name.

What if she said the package was sent by Fu Xiaoyao, and he remembered everything when he heard her name

Why is fate so unfair Why must Fu Xiaoyao keep escaping death over and over again

She had done everything perfectly at first, yet Fu Xiaoyao, that woman, still managed to escape and survive. Now she's back, come seeking revenge.

Why, why is Fu Xiaoyao just so lucky, how can she not die no matter what!

The more Qi Ya thought about it, the harder it was for her to accept. All sorts of jealousy and hatred surged up, making her face even more distorted and repulsive.ed away."Hanchuan..." Fu Xiaoyao was just about to speak whenLu Hanchuan's face was cold and composed as he interrupted her, "Fu Xiaoyao, in the future, stay away from him and all other men, do you he...