Chapter 927: Chapter 663: How Much Do You Know About Zhuge Ming? (7,000 Words)
"I want to hold you."
"..."
"Or... just holding hands is fine too."
Hearing Yin Shixiu say that, Su Xiaomeng couldn’t help but furrow her brows even tighter.
"What’s wrong with you? Why are you being so mushy?"
"Meng Meng..."
The way Yin Shixiu called her made Su Xiaomeng’s skin instantly break out in goosebumps.
She swallowed, then reached out and held Yin Shixiu’s hand.
"Is this okay now?"
Yin Shixiu turned his head to look at her and nodded with a smile.
Su Xiaomeng reached out with her other hand and switched off the bedside night light. She was just about to close her eyes when she heard Yin Shixiu murmur,
"I really missed this bed."
"..."
Su Xiaomeng kept her eyes open, staring at the pitch‑black ceiling, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.
All suffering will pass. As long as there’s hope in your heart, unexpected good things will definitely happen.
She tightened her grip on Yin Shixiu’s hand.
Shixiu, no matter how hard it gets, I’ll walk with you. Please, for my sake, take care of yourself, don’t let yourself fall into this kind of danger again...
Su Xiaomeng’s breathing gradually steadied. Yin Shixiu shifted his body and finally nestled up against her.
Such a simple intimate gesture was incredibly precious to him at this moment.
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The next day, the news that Yin Shixiu was in fact not dead indeed took over the front pages of all the major media outlets.
This step was, of course, what they had intended. Rather than let the media run wild with speculation, it was better to make the whole truth public.
They had drafted the press release themselves and sent it to the media. Combined with the various charges on which Wu Rong had been arrested and the truth behind how Wu Yao had been framed fifteen years ago, the amount of information in this news report was absolutely explosive!
Many netizens commented that it was practically on par with a suspense story, full of tangled love and hate, power struggles...
Just by imagining it, you could fill a million words.
Reading these comments, Su Xiaomeng couldn’t help but laugh out loud, even though Yin Shixiu was currently in the clinic undergoing treatment.
Xiao Anhe’s medical skills and attitude made Xiao Meng feel grounded, and Su Xiaomeng had personally watched Yin Shixiu get better day by day.
Even though he was in a wheelchair, he had returned with the bearing of a king...
Xiao Meng finally let out half a sigh of relief.
Life would keep getting better. With the whole family together, it was bound to keep getting better.
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Meanwhile, things were getting pretty lively in the detention center.
Wu Rong, who had been locked up for several days...
And Rong Jing, who had just been brought in yesterday and temporarily detained for refusing to cooperate with the police investigation and questioning...
Plus Guo Shuai, who had already been in the detention center for about ten days.
The cells where the three of them were held were actually quite close.
But the detention center’s guards seemed to be taking special care with these three; even after spending an entire night inside, Rong Jing still hadn’t found a chance to say a single word to Wu Rong.
Rong Jing was not a brainless person.
If Yin Shixiu really wanted to charge him with involvement in kidnapping and making threats, then what Wu Rong said would be highly referential.
Plus that traitor Deng Wei...
Rong Jing still didn’t know that Deng Wei was actually Wu Yao, nor did he know that, after experiencing the "resurrections" of his younger brother and Yin Shixiu, that double blow had already made Wu Rong give up struggling in his heart.
His mentality now was extremely negative.
No matter what sentence he got, he felt it didn’t matter...
It wasn’t that Rong Jing hadn’t tried to give Wu Rong hints, but Wu Rong never showed even the slightest sign of responding, which made Rong Jing extremely anxious.
Was he really going to go down here?
The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt. Just then, a detention officer opened the door of Wu Rong’s cell.
"Wu Rong, out."
And then Wu Rong came out, following the guard into the interrogation room. As for who was in the room, Wu Rong couldn’t care less.
Shan Mingxu sat in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. He was in full military uniform, but the lazy, cocky way he sat was full of roguish swagger.
"Wu Rong. Remember me?"
Once Wu Rong sat down, Shan Mingxu straightened up, leaning his face in toward Wu Rong.
Wu Rong lifted his eyes and glanced at Shan Mingxu...
He said nothing.
"My name’s Shan Mingxu. My little aunt‑in‑law is Su Xiaomeng. The night of the Tianjin Port incident, we technically crossed paths..."
As Shan Mingxu spoke, Wu Rong’s mind started turning as well, carefully going over that night in his head...
Oh... Yin Shixiu’s nephew, the one who went to the army.
"Alright then, seeing how listless you look, I won’t waste time making small talk. I’m here because I’ve got a few questions for you. Just answer what you know."
"..."
"I went through your evidentiary record. There are quite a few financial transactions in there, and one of the accounts is named... Zhuge Ming."
"..."
The dull look in Wu Rong’s eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.
It was only for that brief instant, but Shan Mingxu accurately caught that fleeting emotion in his gaze.
He knew...
He’d found the right person and asked the right question.
"This guy is the boss of some mercenary group, isn’t he?"
"..."
The way Wu Rong looked at Shan Mingxu now carried a few more degrees of wariness.
Shan Mingxu leaned back in his chair again, fingers tapping lightly on the table.
"Tell me, how much do you know about this man?"
