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Su Jin'er also sat on the sofa. This villa was the same as the strange one they had seen before; both the first and second floors had no roofs, allowing a direct view of the third floor's ceiling from below. She squinted her eyes at the ceiling, which was round and painted with something. She tried to discern what it depicted, but she still couldn't figure it out.
"In order to prevent your father from suddenly returning, we should hurry up and get down to business," Captain Xing suddenly said.
"Okay! Let's go upstairs then! That room is on the third floor," Chu Feifan said with a slightly awkward smile.
Su Jin'er remained silent, following behind them as they slowly ascended the stairs. Ever since she entered this house, she had felt very uncomfortable, though she couldn't quite pinpoint why. She shook her head, blaming herself for being too sensitive.
Zuo Yi followed behind her. Although he couldn't see her expression, he noticed her shaking her head. He wasn't sure why she did it, but he knew she must have sensed something.
Upon reaching the third floor, Chu Feifan led them to the last room at the end of the corridor. The door to that room was pink, unlike the colors of the other doors, indicating that its owner really loved pink.
Just before Chu Feifan opened the door, Su Jin'er suddenly said nervously, "Is it really all pink inside?"
"Yes, if my father hasn't changed it," he replied.
As he spoke, he pulled a key from his pocket and said, "This key is one I secretly made when I was a child, but I never used it until now."
With a click, the door swung open. He cautiously pushed it open, and a rush of cold air greeted them, causing them to shiver. Su Jin'er's heart raced suddenly, and her breathing became erratic.
A sea of pink filled their vision. Su Jin'er stepped back in shock, her mouth agape as she looked into the room. "It's exactly the same!"
Captain Xing was the first to step inside. The floor was also pink and shiny enough for them to see their reflections on it.
Su Jin'er pushed away Chu Feifan, who was holding her, and walked into the room. She picked up a picture frame from the bedside table; it was identical to the one in that villa, with the face scratched out so that no features were visible.
The window seemed to be open, with the curtains fluttering gently in the breeze.
Just as they all entered the room and hadn't had a chance to look around carefully, a sudden sound of hurried yet orderly footsteps echoed from downstairs.
"Oh no, my dad is back! We need to get out of here!" Chu Feifan said in panic.
A few of them stepped out of the room and looked down from the second floor, just in time to see Chuxiong walking in, followed by four men in black suits. These must be the most capable bodyguards of Chuxiong City, as people had rumored.
"Good evening, sir!" All the maids in the villa lined up in two rows and bowed to Chuxiong, who didn't even glance at them and walked straight to the sofa to sit down.
"Is Young Master back?"
"Yes, he is!"
"Where is he?"
"I'm here." Without waiting for the maids to return, Chu Feifan stood on the second floor and said, "I brought a few friends; we will leave soon."
After saying that, Chu Feifan suddenly realized something and looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "How did you know I would come back?"
"Don't forget, you are my son," Chuxiong replied without raising his head, continuously tapping on his phone.
They looked at this man before them; although he was over forty years old, it was impossible to tell. His skin remained fair, his hair still dark and shiny, and his figure showed no signs of aging. The white suit he wore made him appear refined and elegant.
Not hearing his son's response, he raised his head to look at him. "What's wrong? Aren't you going to introduce your friend?"
Su Jin'er looked at the face in front of him in surprise; it was strikingly similar to Chu Feifan's, but more mature and manly, with a hint of a wicked smile that added to his charm.
"You don't need to know my friend," Chu Feifan turned his head. He hated him. When his brother was taken to the police station, he never went to see him, and now that his brother was dead, he couldn't possibly be unaware.
Chuxiong smiled and said, "Are you still blaming me for your brother's situation?"
"Shouldn't I? My brother is dead, and I don't believe you didn't know."
"I certainly knew!" he said coldly. "But he should have died a long time ago, shouldn't he?"
Chu Feifan glared at him fiercely. "Even if you are our father, you have no right to decide the life or death of any one of us. What do you mean he should have died? He is your son; why should he die?"
The more Chu Feifan spoke, the angrier he became, and his voice rose.
"I am your father; how can you speak to me like this?" Chuxiong remained calmly seated on the sofa. Although his voice was soft, it felt more authoritative than before.
Is this what people mean by "authority without anger"?
Su Jin'er thought to himself.
"You—are not worthy of being a father."
"Bold!" Chuxiong slammed the table and stood up, startling Su Jin'er, whose heart raced even faster.
Chu Feifan turned his head away disdainfully.
"I know you have never liked my way of doing things since childhood, but today, because there are outsiders present, I won't hold it against you. However, this is my last warning: my patience has limits."
After a pause, Chuxiong continued, "Since you managed to escape, why did you come back?"
Chu Feifan did not expect him to ask this and was momentarily taken aback as he replied, "It has nothing to do with you."
Then he took Su Jin'er's hand and prepared to leave when a calm voice suddenly said, "May I ask Chu Feifan a question?"
The speaker was none other than Captain Xing.
Chuxiong squinted at the calm-faced Captain Xing and asked, "Who are you?"
Captain Xing took out his police badge and said, "I am the captain of the criminal police team. Hello, my surname is Xing."
He extended his hand. Chuxiong glanced at it and then shook it, saying, "Hello, I've heard much about Captain Xing."
"Chu Feifan, you're too polite. May I ask who the pink room on the third floor is designated for?"
Su Jin'er and the others did not expect Captain Xing to ask this question; they looked at the composed Captain Xing in surprise.
Chuxiong paused for a moment, then regained his composure and smiled, saying, "That's my wife's room. What's wrong? Is there an issue with that room?"
"The room is fine; the problem is that photo. I don't know who the person in it is!"
"I'll tell you, but I hope Captain Xing will keep it a secret because it concerns our family's reputation."
Captain Xing nodded, while Chu Feifan and the others looked at Chuxiong with heightened tension.
"That was my wife's first love. She couldn't bear to throw it away, so she kept it."
Upon hearing his answer, the others were even more astonished.
"You're lying! My mom said her first love was you; it's definitely not the person in the photo."
"Your mother was deceiving you. How could she possibly share her past with you?"
"You're talking nonsense! I don't believe you at all. You're just saying this on your own, and it can't be verified." Chu Feifan shouted angrily; he hated anyone insulting his mother's reputation, even if it was his biological father.
"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, you can ask your grandmother." Chuxiong sat down again, as if he were discussing something unrelated to himself.
"My grandmother?"
"Yes, your grandmother is in the countryside. You can ask her. Also, regarding Chu Bufan, I hope you won't mention him again; I do not have such a son."
Everyone gasped in surprise. They initially thought that by intruding into that room, they would anger Chuxiong. However, he not only remained calm but also shared so much information with them, which they found hard to believe.
"You are just making excuses for yourself. What on earth made you hate your brother so much? He is dead now, why aren't you sad at all? Why?"
"Because he deserved to die!"
Chu Feifan's face turned pale with anger, and he trembled all over.
Su Jin'er looked at the furious Chu Feifan and found everything very strange. A father would never say that his son deserved to die. Could it be—
Su Jin'er was startled by her own thoughts. No way! They looked so much alike; they couldn't possibly not be brothers. Moreover, Chu Feifan's face resembled that of this man when he was young. How could they not be father and son?
"You have always only cared about your own career, never about Mom, and even less about me and my brother. You weren't like this before. What happened to make you turn into this?"
Tears streamed down Chu Feifan's face. With his brother gone, he had only one family member left in this world—his father. He truly didn't want to lose him, but his father's behavior was unbearable.
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