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Chapter 288 Crimson Memory
"No."
Wen Zhixia pushed him away reflexively, "No, how could you change the subject so much?"
"Is this far?" Fu Ruoshi said innocently, wanting to cry, "Haven't I been chasing you for half a month?"
Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him. "Hasn't the past two weeks been spent on understanding and communicating? Do you want to skip the process and go straight to the result?"
"No, no," Fu Ruoshi said aggrievedly, "Just ask... If you don't agree, I'll come back in a couple of days to ask."
Wen Zhixia couldn't help laughing when she saw Fu Ruoshi's lost look.
"What I mean is," she changed her tone to a soothing one, "there have been so many things going on with Fu and Zhuo Rui lately. You'd better focus on your work. Relationships are not that important. You can put them aside for now..."
"Isn't love important?" Fu Ruoshi quickly retorted, "I think this is the most important thing."
"You don't think it counts," Wen Zhixia turned her head, "I don't think it's important."
"Why are you being unreasonable?"
"You can ask a third party to help referee. Ask your grandma to do it."
"You know that grandma is on your side."
"Then who made you lose your grandma's trust?"
Fu Ruoshi was once again left speechless by Wen Zhixia.
He looked at her with resentment and thought to himself, I don't believe I can't do anything to you.
But Wen Zhixia really didn't want to talk about this matter so soon. Right now, Fu Keming was seriously ill, the Zhuo Rui incident was still unresolved, and there was also the cause of her parents' death...
These things were entangled together, and she was under a lot of psychological pressure. She had to hide it from the person in front of her, take care of his feelings, and coax him.
Fu Ruoshi felt heartbroken when he saw Wen Zhixia's determined expression.
He fell onto the bed with a thud and buried his face in the quilt.
"Hello?" Wen Zhixia was startled. "Fu Ruoshi? What's wrong with you? Get up and stop acting!"
As she spoke, she pulled Fu Ruoshi out of the quilt.
He clutched his heart and sighed deeply:
"It hurts here."
Wen Zhixia was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Okay, stop pretending," she pushed him, "Get up and go! I really need to go to bed!"
Fu Ruoshi didn't move. No matter how Wen Zhixia hit, dragged, or shook him, he was as steady as an old dog.
The main character is a deadbeat.
Wen Zhixia couldn't move him at all, and was just about to use her trump card to tickle him.
Suddenly, Fu Ruoshi opened his eyes, grabbed Wen Zhixia's wrist, turned over, and pulled her into the quilt.
Wen Zhixia screamed and fell down due to weightlessness.
Fu Ruoshi was very strong and easily pressed her onto the bed, rolled her into the quilt and wrapped her tightly.
"Fu Ruoshi!! You scoundrel!!!"
Wen Zhixia was wrapped up like a caterpillar. She looked at Fu Ruoshi's triumphant and provocative smile, knowing that she had fallen into another trap. She was so angry that she babbled incoherently, "I shouldn't have felt sorry for you! I shouldn't have comforted you! You're a liar! I'm breaking up with you!"
Fu Ruoshi's hair was messed up after the big move he had just made. He pressed down Wen Zhixia, admiring her frustrated look, his eyes curved with smiles.
The way she's angry now is even less aggressive than when she's arguing with me and arguing with me about our views.
"Okay, let's break up!" Fu Ruoshi stood up, his cunning and bright eyes filled with provocation, "Can you run away? You still dare to refuse me! I'll kill you right now!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and poked Wen Zhixia's little face, which was red due to her violent struggle.
Wen Zhixia was both angry and amused. Her whole body twisted wildly and she couldn't get out of her body. She was so anxious that she was out of breath.
Fu Ruoshi saw that she was as angry as a pufferfish, and was so cute that he wanted to cry. He quickly took advantage of the fact that she could not resist and scratched all the itchy spots on her body through the quilt.
"Go away!"
"No, don't touch here!"
"Ah!! Itchy! Haha...you bastard!!"
Fu Ruoshi had had enough of her teasing, and the grievance he felt from being rejected by her just now had dissipated a lot.
He wouldn't actually force her to do anything she didn't want to do, but he just couldn't help but bully her.
"Don't shout." Fu Ruoshi leaned over to hold Wen Zhixia down, covering her mouth with a wicked smile. "Your shouting is too suggestive. If grandma hears it, she might misunderstand~"
Wen Zhixia's face was very small, and when he covered it, only a pair of big eyes were left.
She was holding back her tears, her forehead was covered with sweat, her mouth was covered and she couldn't speak. She could only gasp for breath and glare at people with a look of defiance.
Fu Ruoshi's upper body pressed against her, and Wen Zhixia's gaze met his collarbone, straight and sharp.
And because they were too close, the chest muscles kept surging and the Adam's apple kept rolling...
Wen Zhixia was a little stunned and quickly closed her eyes.
"Woo woo!" She struggled to make a sound, "I'm suffocating!"
Fu Ruoshi let go of her and pinched the tip of her nose. "Can I kiss you? Just once!"
"What a beautiful thought!"
Fu Ruoshi was rejected again. He ruffled her hair unwillingly before letting her out of the bed.
Wen Zhixia finally broke free, angrily blew the hair stuck to her face, and pointed at the door, "You! Get out!"
Fu Ruoshi was feeling uncomfortable there, so he quickly went into the cold wind.
Let this knife-like gale from the north extinguish the fire of desire in someone's heart.
One evening a few days later.
Municipal Library.
Fan Xiaolin is looking up news materials related to Evening Breeze.
In the past few days, she visited several newspapers to investigate the cause of death of reporter Wanfeng.
Two days ago, the editor-in-chief of a party newspaper center told her that Wanfeng was accidentally stabbed to death by a drunk man in a nightclub. The knife hit his artery, and he lost too much blood and died when he was sent to the hospital.
This answer did not convince Fan Xiaolin. She had a hunch that Wanfeng's death was not an accident and that man was not drunk.
Soon, Wen Zhixia also came up the stairs.
"precious."
Seeing Fan Xiaolin, she quickened her pace and walked over to her, handing her the coffee.
The two came to a window facing the main road.
"Here you go." Wen Zhixia handed an envelope to Fan Xiaolin. "This is the information about Wanfeng that I asked a No. 1 Middle School alumnus who is studying for a doctorate at Communication University of China to find."
Fan Xiaolin opened it hurriedly.
The information says that Wanfeng’s real surname is Jiang, and Wanfeng is just his pen name.
He also worked as a special correspondent for several other newspapers and used other titles.
"If we could find all his previous articles, we could piece together some clues," Fan Xiaolin pondered. "But that's too inefficient. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's difficult to achieve in a short period of time."
Wen Zhixia asked, "Did they tell you which nightclub Wanfeng was stabbed to death in?"
"Deep Red Memories." Fan Xiaolin showed her the photos she had taken on her phone. "But it closed down two years ago. I heard the owner moved away. I asked around, and it's now a tobacco and alcohol supermarket."
Wen Zhixia looked at the bar name on her phone:
Scarlet Memory.
She repeated it in her mind, took out a note from her bag and wrote on it.
"Since he died in this bar, there might be clues nearby," Wen Zhixia analyzed. "Well, let me go find Song Ailing. They've been trying to use the new coal mine as evidence against Zhao Zhengrong. Is it okay for me to talk to her?"