Chapter 3661 The only Thing You Are Not Afraid of Is that I Will Be Sad

Ji Senzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "I don't care about everyone's affairs."

Fu Yuan'er pretended to look away and avoided his fiery gaze.

"Ji Senzhuo," she thought for a while, but she still had to speak up about this matter, "don't help me with this matter. I'm worried about causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Cheng Zitong misunderstood?" he asked.

Fu Yuan'er nodded, "Cheng Muying will feel sad if she knows about it."

Ji Senzhuo laughed at himself and said, "You have thought of everyone, but you are not afraid that I will be sad."

Fu Yuan'er was stunned and didn't know how to answer the question.

"I don't blame you, I only blame myself." Ji Senzhuo lowered his eyes sadly.

"Ji Senzhuo, I have let go of the past, why don't you let it go too?" Fu Yuan'er sighed softly.

You didn't let go, but you fell in love with someone else... Ji Sendhuo only said in his heart, and then changed the subject.

"I'm not here today to help you, I just want to tell you not to touch this matter," he continued: "No one knows what taboos may be encountered if we continue to investigate."

Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but frown, the determination in his eyes worried her.

Worried that he would tell Cheng Zitong about it, because this was the best way to prevent her from continuing to investigate.

"Ji Senzhuo, thank you for the reminder, I will consider it carefully."

Although she said this, he saw the dodge in her eyes.

He said nothing more and turned to leave.

Fu Yuan'er fell into deep thought. Next in City A, she couldn't find anyone to help her continue her investigation.

Although she has a way of investigating things, she is still a reporter, not as good as a private detective.

"Boss Fu," after an unknown amount of time, Lucy came in mysteriously and handed over a piece of copy paper: "I got the manuscript that the formal lady was going to send!"

So fast!

Fu Yuan'er marveled at the interview efficiency of the formal lady and was also very satisfied with Lucy's ability to do things.

He lowered his head and looked at the copy of the manuscript on the paper. The title was: A pregnant woman assassinated a ninety-year-old woman in the street. How bad can the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law be?

Fu Yuan'er almost spit out her rice.

Looking further down, the entire interview is digging into Ziyin's private life, and finally comes to the conclusion that don't push people too hard, otherwise pregnant women will be intolerable...

"This formal lady used to do marriage and family articles, right?" Fu Yuan'er asked.

"Not many people can tell her origin clearly," Lucy shook her head, "I only know that she was transferred here by Yu Lingfei."

It's Yu Lingfei again!

Fu Yuan'er curled her lips, she was really shameless, and she still can't get along with her.

"The supervisor called me," Fu Yuan'er comforted Lucy, "Since it was pushed in from above, there is nothing we can do. Let her stay in the newspaper office for a while and deal with it before talking to the boss."

As for being eliminated from the competition, it doesn't exist. Fu Yuan'er can leave now. There are many newspapers and self-media poaching her with high salary.

Lucy nodded, "But there is a fly that keeps buzzing in my ears, which is very annoying."

In an instant, Fu Yuan'er's mind flashed with lightning, and she suddenly thought of a way to bypass Ji Senzhuo and continue to investigate Cheng Zitong's mother.

"Lucy, do me a favor." A hint of cunning passed across her lips.

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"Cheng Zitong!"

Fu Yuan'er walked out of the newspaper building and saw a familiar tall figure standing under a tree on the roadside, talking on the phone.

She had to scream first, otherwise she would be misunderstood and suspected of eavesdropping.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Zitong turned around and locked his eyes on her figure, but the phone continued: "... Just let her stay inside and ignore her."

After saying that, he put down the phone.

Fu Yuan'er turned her beautiful eyes: "Aren't you going to bail Ziyin?"

From the sound of this call, I knew it was about Zi Yin.

"You already know?" he asked.

Fu Yuan'er nodded: "The newspaper will know about this kind of social news soon."

"Where do you want to eat?" he asked next.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned, "You've changed the topic too harshly..."

No more discussion?

"Do we need to say more about this matter?" Cheng Zitong asked, "I have already told you that I will no longer care about her business."

Fu Yuan'er raised her eyebrows: "Do you know why she did this?"

She was here to eliminate trouble for Cheng Zitong!

"So, I need to be grateful to her?" Cheng Zitong's face darkened, "She is so smart that she messed up all my plans!"

Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat, "What is your plan?"

Now that the plan has been disrupted, will he be in danger?

Cheng Zitong suddenly realized that he couldn't control his emotions, so he shook his head gently, "Originally, I had a way to get Murong Jue to hit me again, but now that Ziyin is doing this, I have no reason to do so."

The plan had to be reworked again, and perhaps passive defense was required... This fact really made him a little distressed.

Fu Yuan'er looked at his slightly frowning eyebrows, and felt a trace of pity in her heart.

Bai Yu was right. His hatred for the Cheng family made him very unhappy. If there was any misunderstanding that could be solved, would the knot in his heart also be solved...

Fortunately, she has asked Lucy to handle this matter, and maybe there will be a result soon.

"Have you finished talking to Ji Sendhuo?" Cheng Zitong asked abruptly.

The topic went around and around, but it came back here.

Fu Yuan'er was in a dilemma. She didn't want to hide it from him, but telling him the truth had only one result. He couldn't let her continue to investigate.

In that case, the truth may always be hidden.

She thought for a while and said skillfully: "Mrs. Bai Yu told me that day that she knew your mother."

Cheng Zitong's eyes jumped: "What did she tell you?"

"She said they had a good relationship back then, but since your mother left the Cheng family, they rarely see each other."

Cheng Zitong lowered his eyes coldly, "It's okay if the Cheng family members are missing."

What could be heard in his tone was deep resentment towards the Cheng family.

"Do you still have an impression of her?" Fu Yuan'er asked softly.

He thought for a while, "She likes to wear light blue skirts and wears a very thin pearl necklace around her neck. She speaks very softly..."

He paused, "But at night, she always cried silently alone."

Fu Yuan'er sighed in her heart. A mother was so beautiful and weak in her son's heart. How could his son not hate those who failed her?

"She must be very beautiful." Fu Yuan'er looked at the tall buildings in the distance and imagined what that woman looked like.

"Do you want to see her?" he asked suddenly.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned.

Linglan's cemetery is in a place called Changming Mountain, which is a relatively famous cemetery in City A.

Walking up the road, the Chaoyang hillside is almost full, but Linglan's cemetery is on this side of the mountain.

This side is obviously not a good place in the traditional sense, because there are only a few tombstones, and Linglan's is in a more secluded place.

"She likes silence." Cheng Zitong said.

Fu Yuan'er nodded. Most smart people like to be quiet. "You don't have a photo of her?" she asked in surprise.

The tombstone is bare except for the name.

"Before she died, she burned all her photos and diaries."

Fu Yuan'er was startled, "Why?"

Cheng Zitong shook his head. He was too young at the time and his mother didn't leave him any words. "I think she must have felt that her life was a failure, so she didn't want to leave any traces."

After a pause, he continued: "I think she must have regretted giving birth to me, because I continued her bloodline..."

The air gradually became silent, and the wind blowing in the mountains seemed to bring some sadness.

Fu Yuan'er stepped forward involuntarily and hugged his waist tightly, trying to give him a little warmth.

"But I have to thank her," she pressed her face against his arm, "thank her for giving birth to you."

Cheng Zitong turned around and hugged her into his arms.

She felt the slight trembling of his body. At this moment, he was not hugging her, but relying on her.

Her warmth was his greatest source of strength.

"I've thought about it and want to go to the top restaurant for dinner," she said after a long time, trying to make Cheng Zitong happier, "the one opened by Mr. Yu."

"Is the restaurant he opens so good?" His tone was full of dissatisfaction.

This damn man’s desire to win.

"The restaurant he opened is not very good, but after it was renovated by Yin Jinxi, it became particularly good."

Well, Cheng Zitong's face looked a little better now.

"Yan Yan said that the restaurant has a new special dish called steamed lamb leg. How do you remove the fishy smell from steamed lamb?" On the way to the restaurant, Fu Yuan'er discussed the dish with him, "I must try it today. Once you taste it, you have to go to the kitchen to see how it is made..."

"Do you like mutton?" he asked.

She shook her head and nodded again, "My appetite changes a lot now. Sometimes I like mutton, sometimes I like tofu, and a few days ago I really wanted to eat fried chicken wings."

These are all caused by progesterone.

"Have you eaten everything?" he asked.

She nodded, "The takeout now can completely satisfy my idea."

Cheng Zitong's eyes flickered: "Tell me what you want to eat next time."

"You want to be my delivery boy?" She giggled.

"It's not bad," Cheng Zitong shrugged disapprovingly, "And the food I deliver must be fresher and cleaner than the takeout."

Fu Yuan'er counted with her fingers and found that there were still 172 days until the due date. "Sure enough, a woman can be a queen for ten months after she is pregnant."

Cheng Zitong glanced at her with a smile in his eyes.

Where did she hear all this nonsense?

Suddenly, her phone rang, it was her mother calling.

"Yuan'er, where are you?" When the call was connected, Fu's mother said anxiously: "Why are you leaving Ziyin at the police station and Cheng Zitong doesn't care, and neither do you?"

Fu Yuan'erhan said, "Mom, neither of us wants to care. Are you going to bail her out?"

"Of course I'm going. I'll give you a breather in advance. Don't be too surprised then!" After saying that, Fu's mother hung up the phone.

Fu Yuan'er was not in the mood to eat, "Cheng Zitong, let's go home. My mother is going to bail Ziyin. She has to go home to collect her bail... Her current ideas are a bit extreme. I'm worried about what she will do. Things come up.”

"I asked Xiaoquan to take her away first..."

Before she finished speaking, she stopped her, "I don't even dare to meddle in my mother's business, so just leave it alone. Drive back now."

When the two returned home, Fu's mother and Ziyin had not returned yet, but they saw the nanny Aunt Hua cleaning up the guest room where Ziyin had stayed and packing all the daily necessities.

"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er asked.

"My wife said she booked a hotel-style apartment for Ziyin," Aunt Hua lowered her voice, "People who have just come out of there are unlucky and cannot come back home."

Fu Yuan'er laughed dumbly.

She felt quite ashamed. In fact, her mother had arranged things very well and her worries were unnecessary.