Feng Lin suffered from insomnia again.
In the wee hours of the morning, he quietly got out of bed, planning to stay in the study.
But as soon as he lifted the quilt, his wrist was grabbed.
"A Lin?" Su Xianyu's voice was thick with sleep and a bit dazed. "Where are you going?"
"To get some water."
However, she tightened her grip. Without even opening her eyes, she moved closer to Feng Lin and buried her face in his chest.
"Don't go. Stay with me and sleep." Su Xianyu's warm breath fanned against his chest.
"I can't sleep. I'm afraid of waking you up."
"Then I'll lie with you."
She stretched out her leg and wrapped it around Feng Lin's waist, hanging on him like a koala. "Don't move. As long as I hold you, I won't make any noise."
Feng Lin obediently didn't move anymore.
Su Xianyu's eyes gradually cleared up, and she quietly raised her head.
Something was off. Feng Lin's state had been strange lately.
Suddenly, she remembered that since she had been promoted back to an important female supporting role, she hadn't paid attention to the bullet - screen for a long time.
After all, she had already understood most of the original plot line, and the parts rewritten by the author were temporarily garbled and not displayed.
She had temporarily forgotten that men's hearts were as hard to fathom as the bottom of the sea.
Let her see what was bothering this little stubborn guy, Feng Lin, that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.
[Is he trying to outlast an eagle here? He hasn't had a good sleep for days. If this goes on, will he go bald prematurely?]
[He can't sleep every night. Has he already imagined a whole drama of his wife having an affair? I think Feng Lin shouldn't be a doctor. He should be a screenwriter.]
[His wife might run away with someone. Who could sleep well if this happened to them?]
[Feng Lin just thinks too much. Every time Xiaoyu goes out, he gets suspicious. It's like he has the delusion of his wife being snatched away.]
[He almost lost Xiaoyu several times. Feng Lin lacks a sense of security. That's why he has to keep a close eye on her.]
[I think he must have found some suspicious evidence. Otherwise, why would he toss and turn every night...]
So that's it...
The next day, Su Xianyu didn't go out. She locked herself in a guest bedroom and seemed to be tinkering with something.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Xiaoyu?"
The sudden knock on the door made Su Xianyu's hand tremble. The silver thread almost slipped from her fingers.
She hurriedly hid the things behind her. The rustling sound of the cloth betrayed her uneasiness. "Who... who is it?"
"It's me." Feng Lin's voice came through the door. "Are you busy? I've made some honey water."
Su Xianyu took a deep breath and quickly stuffed the things into the drawer of the dressing table, leaving only a small corner of the cloth exposed.
She got up and opened the door, forcing a natural smile on her face. "No... I'm not busy with anything."
Feng Lin was standing at the door, holding a glass. His eyes casually swept behind her. His eyebrows twitched imperceptibly as he handed over the glass.
"I saw that you haven't drunk much water this morning. Have a sip to moisten your throat."
Su Xianyu lowered her head and took a sip of the honey water. Her eyes were a bit flustered, and the hand hidden behind her unconsciously tightened the corner of her clothes.
"Is there something in your drawer..." Feng Lin suddenly said, his eyes fixed on behind her. "Is there something in it?"
Instantly, she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She suddenly turned around and covered the drawer. Her cheeks flushed instantly. "No... there isn't."
This attempt to cover up only made Feng Lin more curious.
He stepped forward, his tall figure looming over her. He stretched out his arm. "Is this... a dress?"
Feng Lin's eyes fell on the hem of the dress. Several fine stitches were faintly visible in the sunlight.
"I accidentally tore it a few days ago," Su Xianyu said awkwardly. "I was afraid you'd think it was ugly, so I quickly changed into a similar one."
"I want to look beautiful every time I see you."
She held the dress out in front of him and gently pointed at the patched part.
"I've kept everything you gave me well. The scarf is on the top shelf of the wardrobe, the clay figurine is in the middle of the cabinet, and this..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, but it seemed to hit Feng Lin right in the heart.
"You silly girl." Feng Lin reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"I gave you these things to make you happy, not for you to be so cautious."
"But what you give me has always been different in my heart. I want to cherish them."
Su Xianyu paused for a moment. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his lips. "Just like I cherish you."
"I understand." Feng Lin's ears turned red. "You mended it very well. It looks even better than before."
This honest and passionate attitude touched the softest part of Feng Lin's heart.
He was infatuated with this feeling, which made him clearly feel that he was being loved and was an indispensable part of the other person's life.
The needles and threads in the drawer were lying quietly there, like the red thread of the matchmaker, tying their two hearts even closer...
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To complete the task, Assistant Zhang went to the suburban area and visited every household.
After giving out a lot of eggs to the old people in the neighborhood, he finally got a lead. Then he quickly came back to report.
"Sir, we've found the person." "There's no need to continue investigating that matter."
They spoke at the same time, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward for a moment.
"Forget it. Since you've got a result, tell me. Is it a man?"
"Um... yes."
Feng Lin suddenly stood up and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth. "Who is it?!"
The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead. "To be more precise, it's... a group of men."
"… What?"
"About five or six of them. They're all local hooligans." The assistant handed over the investigation results.
"The old people around said that these people have been wandering around there all year round, living off extorting protection fees. They have a very bad reputation."
He paused and added, "But they probably didn't get close to Madam. They only stayed in the factory for less than ten minutes and then ran away, as if they were scared of something."
Feng Lin's eyes swept over the pictures of those flashy men on the screenshot. "Anything else?"
"Another thing is... the factory building collapsed. When the firefighters and ambulances arrived, they found a woman buried inside."
"A woman?"
"Yes," the assistant nodded, his tone filled with a bit of pity. "When she was carried out... she was in a bloody mess. People on the scene said she looked like she was almost dead."
"But how the factory building collapsed exactly and whether it was man - made haven't been investigated clearly yet. The scene was too badly damaged."
He looked at the man's tense jaw and hesitated before asking, "Sir, do you want to find out the identity of that woman? To see if she..."
"What for?" Feng Lin said lightly, his voice showing no emotion. "As long as Xiaoyu is okay, that's enough."
The assistant was stunned.
He thought the sir would at least be curious about the woman's identity. After all, the collapse of the factory building was too strange, and the timing was too coincidental.
"Those hooligans..." Feng Lin thought for a while. "Warn them to get out of there and never show up again."
"Yes."
"Sir, I think Madam may not be as weak as she appears. She..."