Second floor.
He knocked on the girl's door holding a cup of hot milk.
"The door is unlocked."
A girl's frivolous voice came from inside. It sounded quite hoarse, and carried a hint of nonchalance.
Just by hearing her voice, Ye Wangchuan's brows relaxed and he felt much better. He reached out, pushed open the door and walked in.
Qiao Nian's room is on the second floor and is the bedroom with the best lighting.
The houses in Rhine are expensive, and the layout is naturally worthy of the price.
The bedrooms in the apartment are basically suites, and in addition to the outer bedroom, they also have a dressing room and bathroom.
The design of black, white and gray tones is very elegant, but because it was Qiao Nian who lived there, Ye Wangchuan replaced the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows with white gauze, placed a lot of green plants for her in the bedroom, and designed a bookshelf next to her bedside table to make it convenient for her to read.
When he walked in, he saw the girl with one leg crossed on the chair and the other leg cynically draped under the desk. She had changed into home clothes, and under the hem of her clothes, her two beautiful legs were well-proportioned and straight, her ankles were small and delicate, and her skin was so white that it was dazzling.
Qiao Nian herself suppressed her banditry and sat there with her laptop turned on, typing something on the keyboard with her uninjured left hand.
If her right hand hadn't been hanging by her side and wrapped in gauze, she would have looked so nonchalant that she wouldn't look like someone who had just been in a car accident.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and put the milk within her left hand’s reach. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the data clearly visible on her laptop: “Are you checking on Madam Zhu?”
"Hmm." Qiao Nian had no intention of hiding it from him, otherwise she could have just closed the webpage before he came in. However, she didn't do that. Instead, she leaned back, took her hands off the keyboard, and said lazily and coldly: "Do you believe that she did this alone?"
Ye Wangchuan chuckled, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his thin lips spoke in a chilling voice: "I don't believe it."
Qiao Nian raised her eyelids and glanced at him sideways, knowing that he didn't believe it just like she did.
When Ye Wangchuan saw her sidelong glance at him, he felt as if he was scratched by a cat. He reached out to help her tidy up the black hair that hung down and covered her brow bone, and then handed her the milk on the table: "Drink some milk first."
Even though the girl frowned, she still took the cup of milk obediently.
He walked aside, dragged a chair and sat down.
"I checked Mrs. Zhu's background. She doesn't know anyone. Her daily routine is to go to the beauty salon with people she knows. It's impossible for her to know someone like the driver who caused the accident..."
Qiao Nian was still sitting there lazily, with a broadsword and a golden horse in her arms. Even if she restrained her temper, she looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.
What Ye Wangchuan said was exactly what she thought.
When she checked Mrs. Zhu's transfer records, she felt something was wrong.
Of course, there is nothing particularly wrong, but there is a sense of deliberateness in this matter, as if there is a hand in the dark pushing things forward.
And they were prepared that if she escaped this disaster, if they investigated, they could immediately find the person who was pushed out to block the knife.
Seeing her half-closed eyes and her raven-black eyelashes drooping, Ye Wangchuan didn't know what she was thinking, and said softly: "But no matter if she has someone behind her, she paid the money herself, and she really wanted to find someone to hit you! Since she dared to do it, the Zhu family can't blame others for going this far with her."
(End of this chapter)