"He and Elena weren't very close, so even if he suddenly heard that someone had died, he wouldn't have reacted that strongly."
The girl's eyebrows were scornful, with a tiny halo in her eyes, and she seemed to be able to see that nothing could be hidden from her.
"unless."
Qiao Nian bit the words.
"There are other reasons why he can't control his emotions!"
Ye Wangchuan gently took the steaming can from her hand, stood up and went to the counter to get her a glass of water, put the warm cup in her hand, and then slowly took over the conversation.
"What do you think I'm hiding from you?"
"You were involved?"
Qiao Nian felt the warmth from the glass on his fingertips, raised his head and asked abruptly.
Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a moment, then twitched his lips, his expression somewhat helpless but unconditionally compromising: "Why should I kill her?"
“I can’t figure out why.”
Qiao Nian took a sip of hot water, frowned slightly, put the glass back on the coffee table, propped himself up with his hands, and his whole body was immersed in the light of the night lamp next to him, half hidden in the darkness, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, reflecting his shadow.
"Ye Wangchuan, I don't like deception."
Very straightforward.
Very Qiao Nian.
“So I don’t like white lies.”
Lies are lies.
There is no distinction between good intentions and bad intentions.
It just depends on the extent of the harm suffered by the parties after they know they have been deceived.
She didn't like this kind of thing between them because he was the only person she was willing to trust her back to.
Deception means a crisis of trust.
This thing shouldn't exist between them! Qiao Nian tilted his head, looking relaxed and chuckled: "You have one minute to consider whether to tell me or not."
"If you still don't plan to tell me, you don't have to tell me anymore."
"… "
Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and pressed his brow, looking over with a half-smile: "Nian Nian, this is not fair, you are threatening me."
"Well, I'm threatening you. You have one minute to consider whether you want to accept the threat."
She admitted it readily, and directly took out her cell phone from her pocket and picked up the timer in front of him, saying provocatively: "Okay, start the timer."
Ye Wangchuan is different from Qiao Nian.
He does not have that kind of arrogance, and looks more like a nobleman from a prominent family. Having been immersed in the upper-class circles for many years, he has long developed a gentle appearance that does not show his emotions.
The circle he was born into was destined to never be threatened from childhood to adulthood, and no one would count down for him on a clock in front of him.
Someone did just that today.
He couldn't do anything about this person.
I can only pamper you.
"I'm not not telling you."
"Well."
Qiao Nian raised his head, as if to say, "Just say whatever you want, I'll see if I listen or not."
Ye Wangchuan covered his eyes with his hands, but the corners of his red lips curled up: "You really are..."
Qiao Nian glanced at the phone and said, "20 seconds have passed. You still have 40 seconds to think about it."
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan took his hand away and chuckled briefly. His deep eyes reflected her dark eyes that were looking at him. Facing those eyes, he seemed unable to tell a lie. Any lie seemed pale and powerless under her gaze. Just like she said, he did not want to lie to her, even if it was a white lie.
"I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry, and I didn't want to distract you. I also found a solution, so I didn't tell you."
"There's something wrong with your solution." Qiao Nian was very calm. He clearly knew nothing, but it seemed like she had guessed most of it. (End of this chapter)