Half an hour later, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan were sitting together in the police station. Qu Zhu bought some drinks for Shan Qihuan and handed a can of Coke to Shen Yuhan.
Shen Yuhan looked at the cold red can in her hand, not knowing how to open the can of Coke. She skillfully passed the can of Coke to Shan Qihuan: "Honey, help me open it."
Shan Qihuan glanced at him and helped him open the can skillfully: "You haven't recovered from your cold yet, you can't drink too much cold drinks."
Shen Yuhan, who was tasting the joy of Coke for the first time, was not paying any attention. He drank it in small sips and drank quite a lot. He also burped in an unkind manner, thinking that Shan Qihuan didn't hear him. Then the Coke in his hand was gone. Shan Qihuan snatched it away and drank the rest in one breath.
Shen Yuhan gave him a resentful look and said, "You didn't even leave me a single drop."
Shan Qihuan said sternly: "You drink without restraint."
Shen Yuhan blinked innocently: "It tastes good."
Qu Zhu watched the whole process and almost forgot how devilishly the boss, a very capitalist man, enrolled his wife in a training course.
The person who took the statement from Shen Yuhan was a kind-looking female police officer, who was taller and stronger than Shen Yuhan and was in her thirties.
The police officer first introduced himself and let me see his police ID.
After seeing that a girl could also be a detective, no, a police officer, Shen Yuhan smiled at the other party and was very moved by the fact that women can now freely choose their careers.
The female police officer was fascinated by his smile and thought that this young man was quite good-looking.
Shan Qihuan was a little unhappy. Shen Yuhan had never smiled at him like this before. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart why was he smiling so happily at someone else? It wasn't like he was stealing the painting.
Huang Quan, who was taken to the police station at this time, insisted at first that he did not steal the painting and that he was the author of the painting. However, the police were not a pushover. After asking a few questions, his answers began to be full of loopholes.
On the other hand, the atmosphere on their side was relatively harmonious. The female police officer asked Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan to provide effective evidence. The police also checked for fingerprints on the painting and asked Shen Yuhan to leave his fingerprints for comparison. They also asked them if they had any other evidence besides fingerprints.
Shan Qihuan did not mention the content of the painting again, because the content could be fabricated, and the most convincing evidence happened to be the physical evidence that could not be used to defend the truth.
"The Xuan paper I use at home is pure handmade Xuan paper bought from Songzhuzhai. It costs 8,000 yuan a piece. There should be very few popular ones on the market. It is easy to identify. If you need to find a professional to do the identification, I can pay for the relevant expenses."
The female police officer's hands trembled slightly. Anyone who heard that they were using eighty-one sheets of rice paper would not remain calm. Those were rice paper that would tear if touched casually. If one sheet was damaged, eighty sheets would be lost. The world of the rich was truly terrifying.
The female police officer tried hard to suppress her surprise: "Are there any more evidence?"
"There is another video. I have sent someone to go directly to the painting institute where I am taking classes to get the video." He turned around and asked Qu Zhu, "Qu Zhu, did you get the video?"
Assistant Qu said: "Yes, they got it. They took two drafts from Mr. Shen." Then he handed the video to the police's technical staff for screening.
Because the incident has not yet alarmed the painting training institution, it was very smooth for them to get the video. The female police officer did not say much. After all, Shen Yuhan was a member of the painting institution. However, this kind of thing happened, and the painting training institution also had problems with negligence in management.
The female police officer asked Shen Yuhan: "Is the other one also a painting?" She found that the main person spoke less and it was Shan Qihuan who answered for him.
Shen Yuhan answered her seriously and shook his head, "No, it's a method."
Qu Zhu said that he didn't see the painting at the exhibition, and wondered what the other party did with it, or if they thought it was useless and just threw it away
After asking a few routine questions, the female police officer said that she would continue to follow up and the case would be closed quickly if there was sufficient evidence. If it was true, she would return the drawing to its original owner.
Shan Qihuan then took Shen Yuhan away, leaving the rest of the matters to the police.
As soon as he walked out of the police station, a group of reporters rushed over. Shan Qihuan's first reaction was to block Shen Yuhan's face.
Shen Yuhan knew that she was protecting herself, so she stayed close to Shan Qihuan and did whatever her husband said.
Reporters also came upon hearing the news.
Just an hour and a half ago, Shan Qihuan was photographed by reporters at the art exhibition. After the video was posted on Weibo, this face that often appears in various news was immediately recognized by netizens, who began to dig out the truth of the matter on the spot, and then he was surrounded by reporters.
The reporters were also in a hurry, and they caught up with Shan Qihuan to ask gossip: "Mr. Shan, who did you go out with to see the exhibition today? How is your relationship with your ex-husband now? I heard that you are about to get divorced!"
Dan Qihuan didn't want to answer a single word about this kind of question.
In today's incident, Shen Yuhan is the victim, Shan Qihuan will not say much. Reporters are always gossiping and distorting facts. They can write a word or a look off about her. She is not a celebrity and does not rely on her looks to make a living. Silence is the best way to deal with it, and it is also protecting Shen Yuhan.
With the bodyguards there, Shen Yuhan was protected by Shan Qihuan. The reporters could only take pictures of the top of his head. Shan Qihuan didn't even give the reporters a glance and got into the car directly. The bodyguards were guarding the door, and the reporters' cameras couldn't get through. The door was quickly closed by the bodyguards, cutting off the reporters' chattering.
Shen Yuhan sat in the spacious car seat and looked out the window at the reporters chasing the car. He wondered what these people did. Reporters were blind spots in their knowledge.
"They didn't catch up with us." I was terrified. These people were just like the people fighting over steamed buns during almsgiving.
"Don't be afraid if they chase you, I have bodyguards." Leaving bodyguards behind is to help you get rid of the reporters' pursuit. Shan Qihuan did not explain in detail. What he thought was that Shen Yuhan knew that your family was special, and it was very common for them to be stared at by reporters.
"Then I will run away next time I see you, it's really scary." If it weren't for her husband who had been protecting her, she would have been pushed onto the road by these fierce people. How dangerous it would be, it's scary to think about it. She thought of another reporter's question and frowned at Shan Qihuan, "We are not divorced, why are you talking nonsense?"
"Entertainment reporters are like this, don't worry about it." Shan Qihuan has long been accustomed to such behavior. He is afraid that Shen Yuhan wants to be famous and will tell the truth to the reporters. There is nothing he can't say, but he just doesn't want people around to disturb his private life. "Next time I see you, just hide from you."
"Okay, I understand." Shen Yuhan decided to listen to her husband.
When the conversation paused for a moment, Qu Zhu interrupted and asked, "Boss, are you going home or do you have other plans next?"
Because of the commotion at the art exhibition, lunch time had already passed. Shan Qihuan had originally made a reservation at a western restaurant near the exhibition.
Shan Qihuan asked Qu Zhu: "Let's go eat first. Is there a good steak restaurant nearby?"
Qu Zhu said, "There is one, it's a ten-minute drive away if there's no traffic."
Shan Qihuan: "Then go ahead."
Qu Zhu asked again: "Will the bodyguard still follow us this afternoon?"
Shan Qihuan thought about the reporters who had come after hearing the news: "Just follow from a distance. I'll just go for a walk in the afternoon."
Although it was not the restaurant booked before, the taste and service level of the steak here were almost the same, and the surrounding environment was quieter. It was not too far from the place where Shan Qihuan was going to take Shen Yuhan in the afternoon.
It's already one in the afternoon.
Shen Yuhan had drunk a little cola before, which had a lot of sugar in it, so he was able to hold on for a while, but now that the energy had worn off, he started to feel hungry. He had a large appetite in Qi, but after coming to the present, he had become an adult man, so he would get hungry easily if he didn't eat.
After Qu Zhu sent Xiaoxiao to the restaurant entrance, he went to deal with the matter of Shen Yuhan's painting that was stolen by Huang Quan. It's better not to watch the boss fall in love, as it makes single people feel uncomfortable.
Looking at the steak being served and smelling the food, Shen Yuhan instantly forgot the bad things that happened in the morning.
I followed Dan Qihuan and poured the sauce on the steak, took the fork in my left hand and the knife in my right hand, and started to cut the meat. I learned quickly and did it well. In fact, after my husband said he would take me to eat steak yesterday, I quietly asked Xirui how to eat steak. I also practiced it in the bathroom, so my husband didn't find the loophole today.
I didn't expect that people nowadays are so particular about eating meat. I heard from my brother that the soldiers of Qi State ate meat directly with their hands, one sip of wine and another sip of meat.
While eating, the sound of violin playing came from next door. Shan Qihuan asked Shen Yuhan: "Do you want to listen to the violin?"
Violin should be a musical instrument. Shen Yuhan doesn't know much about current musical instruments, which is another blind spot in his knowledge. He memorized the name of this unfamiliar instrument in his mind.
Shen Yuhan nodded expectantly: "I want to hear it." He was curious about everything now, and as long as Shan Qihuan dared to ask, he would answer.
Shan Qihuan pressed the service bell, and the waiter invited the violinist over. He was a young man about the same age as Shen Yuhan, wearing a standard tuxedo. It was the first time Shen Yuhan saw such a different kind of clothing, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"What music would you two gentlemen like to hear?"
"Just be gentler." Shan Qihuan noticed that Shen Yuhan had been staring at this pretty boy and felt a little unhappy. Upon closer inspection, he found that the performer's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Shan Qiyun. Could it be that he was still obsessed with Shan Qiyun
The performer chose Joe Hisaishi's "The Rain", a song very suitable for reminiscing. The prelude is slightly sad, but it becomes cheerful later.
Shen Yuhan is in a sensitive period right now. After listening to this music, he can't help but think of his family. He feels blocked in his heart, and the steak in front of him doesn't smell so good anymore. His parents have never eaten this kind of fried steak, and there are also such soft mashed potatoes. He wants to bring some back for his son to try.
After the song was over, the waiter wished you a pleasant meal and left. However, Shen Yuhan, who was still immersed in her memories, couldn't get out of it. Her nose felt sore and she tried hard not to let her tears fall.
Shan Qihuan knew Shen Yuhan's feelings. He became sentimental when listening to a song. However, when he thought that he might think of Shan Qiyun while listening to the song, he felt upset.
"What are you thinking about? Eat first."
Shan Qihuan expressed his inner annoyance through his words, and his voice was a little cold.
"Nothing." Shen Yuhan's eyes were slightly red, and she blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears. Then, fearing that her husband would misunderstand her, she whispered, "I miss my dad, my dad and my mom."
Shan Qihuan was still thinking that it was hard to say who was right or wrong in matters of the heart, as one was willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. But when he heard Shen Yuhan's next words, his displeasure disappeared.
After putting away his loss and sadness, Shen Yuhan concentrated on finishing his steak. He had finally come out for a trip, so he decided to make the most of it.
After noticing that Shen Yuhan had calmed down on his own and watching her finish the cream of mushroom soup on the plate with a spoon, Shan Qihuan's tense mouth slowly relaxed. He thought to himself that this restaurant should be blacklisted. How could he make a customer feel uncomfortable!
Shen Yuhan has a good habit of finishing the food in front of him and not wasting it. Although he is a stay-at-home boy who never leaves the house, his family members often warn and teach him that food is hard-earned and must not be wasted.
Although there were some minor incidents during the late lunch, it ended safely.
After leaving the restaurant, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan waited for the elevator to go downstairs. Shen Yuhan's black and white eyes looked at Shan Qihuan.
"Honey, where shall we go next?"
"Where do you want to go?" Shan Qihuan originally wanted to make his own decision, but after thinking about it, he decided to respect Shen Yuhan's opinion.
Shen Yuhan thought of the square they passed by last Sunday and said, "I want to go see people singing and dancing."
Shan Qihuan misunderstood what he meant: "There are no famous singers holding concerts recently, so I can't go today."
Unintentionally, Shen Yuhan learned a new term - concert. He would go back and secretly ask Xirui about it, like a thief.
It turns out that modern people singing and dancing is called a concert.
He was quite regretful, and the smile on his face was reduced by half: "Are you looking at it in the square we passed by last time?"
"Just tell me you want to watch square dancing." Shan Qihuan felt that he had overestimated her taste.
It turns out there is a difference. Shen Yuhan understood what Shan Qihuan meant. Since he had never heard of either square dancing or a concert, he wanted to go and see it.
Shan Qihuan interrupted what he was about to say: "I know you want to see it, but it seems like you have never seen it before."
Of course, she couldn't let Shan Qihuan doubt herself at this time, so Shen Yuhan took the initiative to hold her little finger: "I haven't watched it with my husband." Now she is gradually becoming familiar with the modern way of communication, and she must be brave enough to hold hands with her husband in front of her.
Shan Qihuan thought depressedly in his heart: Great, this trick again.
He was just staring at the performer who looked very similar to Shan Qiyun, and now he is trying to flirt with her. What a fickle guy.
Shan Qihuan agreed in the end. He couldn't refuse since his hand was held. "Okay, but square dancing is usually only in the afternoon. We can go to the snack street nearby. The night market here is more lively than the last time we passed by."
I am very busy on weekdays and have no time to go shopping. Thanks to Shen Yuhan's love of going out, I have the opportunity to spend a weekend like an ordinary person.
When Shen Yuhan heard that he could go to the night market, his mood became cheerful.
"Then can we have dinner here before going home today?" I also want to experience the current night market.
"Can."
Shen Yuhan remembered the smell of barbecue he smelled in the car last time, and he must try it when he sees it in the evening.
It was now two o'clock in the afternoon. Shan Qihuan took Shen Yuhan downstairs first and walked directly over.
I looked at the map and it seems to be only about 15 minutes' walk, which is quite close.
However, Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan walked through the alley for nearly forty minutes and still hadn't reached their destination.
The bodyguard following behind him couldn't help but start chatting.
Bodyguard A: "Why are the boss and his wife walking in the alley? Aren't they chatting? There's not even a sparrow in sight."
Bodyguard B: "Shouldn't you go to a place with fewer people when you're in love?"
Bodyguard A: "But you two just held hands and did nothing else."
Bodyguard B: "Could it be..."
That's right, Shan Qihuan followed the navigation, but he took the wrong road, so the two of them kept wandering in the alleys, commonly known as getting lost.
Since Shen Yuhan had not yet mastered the knowledge of using navigation, he never asked how long it would take, and that's how he walked from then on.
Until her legs were sore from walking, she wrinkled her nose and asked Shan Qihuan: "Hubby, how long do we have left before we start walking? Why do I feel like we are getting further and further away?"
Shouldn’t the snack street be bustling
He held Shan Qihuan's hand tightly, not caring about whether it was embarrassing or not at this moment, he was mainly afraid.
There were many fortune tellers sitting in this alley, all of them staring at her with expressionless faces, like a pack of hungry wolves staring at fat meat, and Shen Yuhan was now afraid that the fortune tellers would see her fate.
An old man with a face that looked like dried orange peels suddenly spoke up: "Young man, do you want to have your fortune told? I see that you have a special fate and seem to be troubled by some problems recently."
Shen Yuhan shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm not trapped." He hurriedly pulled Shan Qihuan, who was trying to turn his phone to find the direction, forward.
Then, he just walked out of the alley.
The alley was very quiet, but the alley outside was bustling with traffic, as if they were two different worlds.
Shen Yuhan was so frightened by the fortune teller that sweat broke out on his forehead.
Shan Qihuan certainly didn't admit that he had taken the wrong road. He didn't notice Shen Yuhan's nervousness and pretended to be calm and said stubbornly, "This place is very unique."
Shen Yuhan, who had a secret in his heart, nodded randomly: "Yeah, but I'm not interested in fortune-telling."
Shan Qihuan pointed to the memorial archway of the snack street and said, "The snack street is in front. I've been walking for a long time and I feel a little hungry."
Sure enough, Shen Yuhan's attention was diverted, and Shan Qihuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, successfully saving his face.
The two of them simultaneously skipped the topic of walking in the alleys and fortune tellers.
It was the first time for Shen Yuhan to come to a place where so many people gathered. He wished he had ten stomachs, ten pairs of eyes, and ten pairs of legs.
I want to try all the snacks in the stalls, see all the interesting and fresh things, and visit all the open shops.
Eating and walking at the same time does not make you tired. You will feel tired only when you are full.
Shen Yuhan smelled the aroma of barbecue. It was a century-old roasted pig's trotter restaurant. There was a long line in front of it. Shen Yuhan touched his stomach and realized he couldn't eat any more.
No, it’s that my husband can’t help me eat anymore.
Shan Qihuan saw him looking away and immediately stopped him: "Shen Yuhan, you ate too much snacks today."
"Oh." Shen Yuhan's tone couldn't hide his regret, "I'm so full, honey, let me go and rest for a while."
Shan Qihuan immediately led him away from the snack street, as if they continued eating they would have consumed too much oil and salt. The two of them walked towards the nearby square. It was just nightfall at that time, and the lights of the city that never sleeps suddenly lit up, reflecting on people's faces.
The weather today is pleasantly warm, but still a little chilly without the sun. However, this does not affect people's enthusiasm for playing and working in the square.
After walking for a whole day, Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan were tired, so they chose a chair to sit down and rest.
Shen Yuhan saw the balloon she wanted to buy that day and said, "Honey, I want that one. You said you would buy it for me."
Shan Qihuan patted his head lightly and said, "I knew you would call me."
Shen Yuhan softened her voice because she was tired from eating and walking today, and said softly: "Buy it, I want it, I want to buy the White Rabbit."
"Childish." Although Shan Qihuan showed reluctance, he still stood up and walked towards the uncle selling balloons. He took the white rabbit that Shen Yuhan wanted. There was a child next to him staring at the balloon in his hand. Shan Qihuan felt that his eyes were as clear as Shen Yuhan's, so he bought one for him. The child thanked him softly, "Thank you, uncle."
Shan Qihuan said, "You're welcome, go and have fun."
When Shan Qihuan returned to the chair, Shen Yuhan didn't look at him. His ears were red, maybe because of the cold. He looked at another chair by the fountain. Following his line of sight, there was a couple kissing.
Shen Yuhan opened her eyes and took a look before turning her head back. She was so shy!
Shan Qihuan said sarcastically, "What's so good about it?"
Shen Yuhan moved closer to me and whispered, "You actually did something so intimate in front of me."
Shan Qihuan watched Shen Yuhan stick to him again, his face was stained with a light pink, he looked at Shen Yuhan's lips, licked the corner of his mouth and said: "What's the big deal."
Actually, Shen Yuhan was just curious, so he turned his head to take another look. Wow, the couple was still kissing.
When she turned around, what was waiting for her was Shan Qihuan's handsome face approaching. Shan Qihuan suddenly pulled down the balloon to block in front of her, and unexpectedly touched Shen Yuhan's lips lightly.
confidently stuffed the balloon into the dumbfounded Shen Yuhan's hands: "Here, your balloon."
What others have, you can also have, no need to be envious.
Afterwards, Shan Qihuan pretended to be indifferent and looked at his mother who was dancing in the square, with a look of bitterness and hatred.
After a while, Shen Yuhan finally found her voice and whispered, "Husband, you, you just kissed me."
Shan Qihuan immediately put on a stern face and said, confusing right and wrong: "No, you came here on your own."
Shen Yuhan blinked his black and white eyes and looked at her: "..." She just kissed him!