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I crushed the cigarette butt forcefully into the car's ashtray, Li Ming's words echoing in my mind: "The brake line has been tampered with, it seems like attempted murder..."
I closed my eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to calm myself down.
The doubts surrounding my father's accident were piling up. This unfamiliar watch and Qin Hui's flickering gaze felt like sharp thorns, pricking at my heart with an unsettling ache.
I drove to a private detective agency located in the suburbs.
A slender detective named Zhao Qiang greeted me.
He had sharp eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything.
"Detective Zhao, I need your help to investigate someone," I said, handing him a photo of Qin Hui. It was taken during a company dinner, with Qin Hui standing next to Zhang Wan, wearing a flattering smile.
Zhao Qiang took the photo and examined it closely. "Tell me your requirements," he said succinctly, his tone carrying a professional calmness.
I paused for a moment, organizing my thoughts. "I want you to find out his recent activities, including his financial transactions and his connections with my wife, Zhang Wan." My fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, producing a faint "thud" sound.
Zhao Qiang nodded and placed the photo into a folder. "Understood. A retainer of fifty thousand; we can discuss additional payment based on the findings after the investigation." He picked up a pen, ready to note down my contact information.
I handed him a bank card. "This is one hundred thousand. There will be a generous reward once the job is done." My voice was calm, but there was an imperceptible sharpness in my gaze.
Zhao Qiang glanced at me with mild surprise before putting away his bank card. "I will give you the preliminary investigation results in three days," he said, closing the folder and standing up to see me out.
Once I left the detective agency, I dialed Zhang Wan's number. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Hey, honey, are you done with work?" Zhang Wan's voice was sweet and gentle, just like always.
"Yeah, almost. What do you want to eat tonight?" I tried to keep my tone calm, not wanting her to sense anything unusual.
"Anything is fine, you decide," she replied with a hint of playful teasing in her voice.
"Alright, I'll be home a bit earlier tonight." I hung up the phone, started the car, and drove toward the city.
In the evening, I returned home. Zhang Wan had prepared dinner—two dishes and a soup, all of my favorites.
"Welcome back, honey," she greeted me with a warm smile as she took my coat.
"Mm." I responded lightly and sat down at the dining table.
"Was work smooth today?" Zhang Wan asked as she served rice for me, her concern evident in her tone.
"It was okay." I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of the dish, chewing slowly without saying much.
Zhang Wan sat across from me, quietly eating while occasionally glancing up at me with an almost imperceptible curiosity in her eyes.
I noticed that she had applied light makeup today and was wearing a simple yet elegant long dress, making her appear particularly gentle and charming.
"Honey, you seem a bit tired lately," Zhang Wan said, putting down her chopsticks and looking at me with concern.
"A little," I replied, setting down my bowl and rubbing my forehead to mask the turmoil within me.
Zhang Wan stood up and walked behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. "Let me help you with that." Her fingers were soft yet firm, pressing on my acupoints and bringing me a moment of relaxation.
I closed my eyes, savoring this brief moment of tranquility.
However, my heart remained restless.
This tender touch, this caring gaze, now felt utterly hypocritical to me.
"Feeling better?" Zhang Wan's voice drifted into my ear.
I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. "Much better, thank you." I tried to keep my tone as natural as possible, not wanting Zhang Wan to sense anything unusual.
She smiled and returned to her seat to continue eating.
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