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Wu Youyou was anxious. The police had spent so much time without finding any clues, yet Hou Yi had managed to investigate everything effortlessly. She guessed that Hou Yi would have a way to uncover the truth, but getting any leads from him wouldn't be easy.
Wu Youyou tentatively asked, "What do you want in return? Money? A car? A house? Or resources from the Zong Family? Just say the word, and the Zong Family will definitely pay for me. If you can find out what the police can't, my aunt and Zong Jin will surely be willing to cover your costs."
Hou Yi scoffed. "Am I that shallow? Do you think I'm in need of money, a house, or resources? If I were lacking resources, wouldn't I be faster than the police?"
He found Wu Youyou's naivety almost foolish. She lacked even the most basic negotiation skills and dared to speak recklessly in front of him. In negotiations, one must know both oneself and the opponent to truly connect.
Wu Youyou was also irritated; she hated when people pretended to be superior in front of her. Although she admired Hou Yi for not conforming to societal norms, when a man acted pretentious, it became exceedingly distasteful.
Hou Yi leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed. Since Wu Youyou wasn't speaking, neither was he. He wasn't in a hurry; it was Wu Youyou who was anxious.
Eventually, Wu Youyou couldn't sit still any longer and lost her patience. "What do you want?! If you don't want money, why are you being so cryptic? How am I supposed to know what you need? Am I a mind reader? If you're looking for a wife, should I go find one for you?"
Suddenly, Hou Yi straightened up; this struck a chord with him. He lacked nothing except for a good wife—one with specific requirements: she must be surnamed Tong and named Le!
Hou Yi chuckled softly as he poured himself another glass of wine. He hadn't eaten anything all morning but had certainly consumed quite a bit of alcohol.
Wu Youyou urged anxiously, "Just speak up! What clues have you found? And where is Zhou Fengxian? Send me his address!"
Hou Yi slowly sipped his red wine, clearly unhurried. After pondering for a moment, he spoke up: "Now that Zong Jin and Dao Wen are out of the picture, does that mean your aunt's plan to marry off her son is off?"
Without thinking twice, Wu Youyou replied, "Of course it's not happening anymore. As long as I'm around, I won't agree to him marrying Dao Wen. But Zong Zeyu will probably be going on a trip in the next couple of months. Once Tong Le Jie and Zong Zeyu travel around the world together, they'll definitely get their marriage certificate and have kids."
Hou Yi stared at his wine glass and suddenly lost interest in drinking—especially after hearing the word "kids." If Tong Le really had Zong Zeyu's child, he would treat that child like a little chick—slitting its throat and draining its blood into that wine glass.
Wu Youyou watched as Hou Yi's expression grew increasingly sinister. She couldn't tell if the wine in his glass had changed or gone bad; within mere seconds, it seemed like he wanted to swallow that glass whole.
Hou Yi spoke up again, "Zong Zeyu is going on a trip around the world? Are you going with him?"
Wu Youyou snapped back irritably, "Why do you care whether I go or not? Can we talk about something serious?"
Hou Yi asked curiously, "When is Zong Zeyu leaving? Where are they starting their trip? I have some travel plans too; maybe we could run into each other."
Wu Youyou had no interest in this at all. "I don't know; you should ask Zong Zeyu and Tong Le yourself."
Hou Yi feigned innocence. "I don't have such a good relationship with Zong Zeyu. You help me ask him and send me the details; I'll give you Zhou Feng's address."
Wu Youyou was taken aback by his sudden straightforwardness after being so cryptic earlier. This changeable nature of Hou Yi was quicker than that of any fickle woman; she truly couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.
Hou Yi took out his phone and sent Wu Youyou Zhou Feng's address. It wasn't much trouble since he had already shared this address with Dao Wen and Tong Le; it wasn't classified information. Furthermore, two days ago during his investigation, he learned that Zhou Feng was still in that border country.
Wu Youyou pressed on eagerly, "What about the clues? Do you have anything that can pin down Lan Qingqing? Hurry up!"
Hou Yi laughed lightly. "Pin down her crime? What law could convict Lan Qingqing? Did you write the laws? Are you running the police station or the court? I do have some clues here, but with Lan Qingqing's little tricks, she won't face severe punishment at all. The drugs were given by her to you, but she could easily claim it was a mistake or that she intended to share them with her boyfriend but accidentally drank from the wrong cup. After all, harming those men has nothing to do with Lan Qingqing."
Hou Yi got up and walked to the refrigerator, searching for a sandwich as he spoke. "I asked around. Lan Qingqing just drugged you; as for what happened afterward, it has nothing to do with her. I guess she was pretty sure you would end up like that, so she took a gamble. After all, in places like nightclubs, such things are nothing new."
Wu Youyou sprang up in a frenzy. "How can that be! She deliberately set me up and made me go through that! She should bear all the responsibility! She deserves to die! She should spend her life in prison!"
Holding a cold sandwich, Hou Yi smiled and said, "I think it's the Zong Family Member who spoiled you. You don't even understand basic law? Let me teach you: laws and regulations can only guarantee the minimum punishment for evil and promote good; beyond that, they can't control anything else."
A hint of bitterness crossed Hou Yi's mind; he felt this deeply.
Wu Youyou stepped closer to him. "Then give me the evidence. I'll figure it out myself; I can communicate with the police."
Hou Yi replied, "I can't provide that."
Wu Youyou broke down. "Why not?"
Hou Yi explained calmly, "This evidence didn't come through official channels. It went through four intermediaries: pharmaceutical companies, drug dealers, various distributors, bar owners, and connections with Heihui. Of course, I’m included in that mix. If any part of this is discovered by the police, it would be a death sentence. Their crimes are far worse than Lan Qingqing's."
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