We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chapter 289 Asking questions indirectly

"Okay." Fan Xiaolin said, "It's obvious that someone is suppressing this matter. The more they suppress it, the more guilty they seem. If no one investigates, it will definitely be buried in the sea. The Fu family has extensive connections, and perhaps there are clues that we can't find."

Wen Zhixia nodded. "Okay, then I'll go find Song Ailing first, and then think of other ways. With such a large bar, so many employees, and so many customers, it's impossible for them to completely disappear. There must be witnesses."

"You have to be careful too." Fan Xiaolin said, "If you don't want Fu Ruoshi to know, why don't I ask Chen Zhuo to accompany you?"

Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at her. "How are things going between you two? Why do I only see you two together, but never see you two take things a step further?"

Fan Xiaolin gets a headache when Chen Zhuo is mentioned.

"I think his IQ is a little low," she complained. "I've been hinting at him for so long, but he hasn't reacted at all. If you mean he doesn't like me, then why does he do this and that for me all day, driving me back and forth?"

Wen Zhixia thought for a moment, "He won't treat you as a backup, right?"

"I thought about this from the beginning," Fan Xiaolin shook her head. "It's highly unlikely. He has no money, no time, and a criminal record. He's good-looking, but too boring. He's still a bit of a fish to fry."

Wen Zhixia thought about it. Based on her observation, Chen Zhuo was definitely not stupid. He was very smart and must have a good impression of Fan Xiaolin.

Otherwise, who could remember her words word for word?

"Maybe he's lacking in confidence?" she tried to analyze. "You're a top reporter from an educated family. He might feel the gap between you and him is too big."

Fan Xiaolin was distressed. "Then what should I do to make him feel that I don't care about this? I've never been in a relationship before, so I don't know how to deal with men."

"How about this," Wen Zhixia said, "One day when I go to Crimson Memory to scout out a spot, you can ask him to come with me, and I'll give you some indirect hints."

Fan Xiaolin nodded. "Okay, but I have to ask him. He might not agree. He might even get angry and think I'm pushing him away."

"It's right to be angry," Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "It's just to stimulate his sincerity towards you."

The next afternoon.

at dusk.

Wen Zhixia and Song Ailing met at a private restaurant in the suburbs of the city.

This is a century-old house with a quiet environment inside, and it only serves vegetarian food.

Not long after Wen Zhixia entered the box, Song Ailing arrived.

In the past few days, she has been following up on the Zhao family's old case. She is very worried but cannot tell anyone else. She is very happy that Wen Zhixia can talk to her about this matter.

"Baby, you've been waiting for a long time."

Song Ailing was wearing a Givenchy tweed coat, sunglasses and gloves today, looking elegant and arrogant. The moment she saw Wen Zhixia, she just smiled faintly.

After she received Wen Zhixia's message last night, she immediately arranged a meeting here and even turned down a card game with a group of wives for this.

After these incidents, Song Ailing could see that Wen Zhixia was also a person who could handle things. Even though she knew so much, she did not show any fear or complain at the dinner at Bai Lan's house that day, nor could she help but tell Fu Ruoshi about the matter. In fact, the pressure she was under was no less than hers.

So Song Ailing trusted her even more.

"Hello, President Song," Wen Zhixia greeted politely and handed her the information in her hand. "This is information I found about the reporter who wrote about the mining accident at the New Coal Group. He's now deceased. He was stabbed to death in a bar called Crimson Memory. I think he might know the inside story of New Coal, and there are doubts about his cause of death."

Song Ailing took the document and looked at it carefully with a frown.

"Crimson Memory..."

She looked at it thoughtfully for a moment, then raised her head. "You mean, we should check this Crimson first?"

Wen Zhixia nodded. "I can check it out. This matter is also related to the cause of my parents' death. I plan to go check out the place first and exchange information with you."

"I'll ask someone too." Song Ailing poured her tea and nodded, "But the person who stabbed Wanfeng to death may not know the inside story of Xinmei."

Wen Zhixia agreed. "This is just a starting point, but we can't draw conclusions. At least I think that Wanfeng is an investigative reporter who has exposed so many scandals. He must have made many enemies. Some people want to kill him. And whether the Zhao family is involved in this network, we can only explore it bit by bit."

"You're right. I haven't thought of that yet." Song Ailing nodded. "I feel much more at ease now that you've discussed this with me. To be honest, we've been doing this covertly. Ruo Shi and many of Fu Keming's men are close friends. If we make a big fuss, he'll find out soon, so our investigation is limited."

"I understand," Wen Zhixia sighed. "Since my grandfather left this news, it seems this matter may really be related to my parents' death. Now that I know about it, I will definitely take care of it."

As he spoke, the dishes were served.

Song Ailing scooped a bowl of soup for Wen Zhixia.

"Ruoshi once told me that you're warm-hearted and like to take charge of things. Like your parents, you're not afraid of death." Song Ailing sipped her tea. "I used to call that overestimating one's own abilities. Now I think if you hadn't been so nosy, I might have collapsed the day Fu Keming fainted and was diagnosed with terminal illness. People these days are afraid of trouble. People like you are rarer than pandas."

Wen Zhixia shook her head. "I didn't think too much about it. I just thought it was better to help than to make enemies."

She also scooped a bowl of soup for Song Ailing.

"I only eat liquid food at night," Song Ailing took the soup and handed the meat in the bowl to her. "Eat more. You're using up your energy at work."

Wen Zhixia was shocked. Fu Ruoshi also ate little at night before. This wealthy family really paid attention to image management.

"Be sure to pay attention to your safety." Song Ailing reminded her again, "If this matter is really related to the Zhao family, they can do everything they can to hide the truth for so many years, and they can do everything they can to kill anyone who wants to get to the truth. If you have any difficulties, come to me. Don't force yourself to do things that you can't handle. Let's figure it out together."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "I'll pay attention."

It was almost eight o'clock when the two finished their meal.

Song Ailing wanted to send Wen Zhixia back and also wanted to talk to her on the way.

Then, a white Hyundai came towards them.

Chen Zhuo got out of the car and waved to Wen Zhixia.

"Oh, my best friend's boyfriend," Wen Zhixia said to Song Ailing, "She asked him to pick me up, don't worry."

Song Ailing saw Wen Zhixia get into the car and left too.

As soon as she got in the car, Wen Zhixia thanked Chen Zhuo, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry to have you run so late."

"It's not hard." Chen Zhuo said, "I often run night trains."

While Wen Zhixia was chatting with him, she kept sending messages to Fan Xiaolin.

[Bao, you asked Chen Zhuo to pick me up, he won't be angry, right? ]

Fan Xiaolin: [No, please ask him indirectly for me and ask him when he will confess his feelings to me]

Wen Zhixia received the task, looked up, and observed Chen Zhuo's expression at the moment through the angle of the rearview mirror.

Frankly speaking, whether from the perspective of osteology or anatomy, Chen Zhuo definitely has a very iconic appearance.

He has clear and three-dimensional features, a high nose bridge, and straight lips. He is both handsome and delicate. He is not the type that stuns people at first sight, but he is extremely pleasing to the eye.

His eyes were neither big nor small, but there was light in them, without any dejection, which showed that he was not just an embroidered pillow with only a beautiful appearance.

The only flaw is that he has been in jail and has a criminal record.

Wen Zhixia thought, if he married Fan Xiaolin, their future children wouldn't be able to take the civil service exam...

So she understood why Chen Zhuo only accompanied her but did not confess his feelings.

"Oh, Chen Zhuo," Wen Zhixia said to him after thinking about this, "Let's stop near Zhengqing East Road. I want to go around Crimson Memory and see if there are any clues."