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Three days later, at Zong Shi Yan Tuan.
Tong Le was in Zong Zeyu's office, busy organizing work materials. Her recent trip to the country where Zhou Feng was located had delayed a lot of work time and progress, and now she had to make up for it all.
Zong Zeyu had just finished a small meeting. As soon as he entered the office, he began to relay information. The police had provided an update: as you predicted, Jin Feng had been maliciously pushed off the building. Moreover, Jin Feng did not die from the fall; he had actually been dead for three days before the fall. Someone had deliberately brought Jin Feng's body to the top of the building to create the illusion that he had jumped. As for Winston, it could be due to bad luck or possibly intentional murder, but there was currently no evidence to confirm whether it was premeditated since Winston had appeared randomly at the entrance of the building.
Tong Le was not surprised by this conclusion; they had already confirmed it long ago. It was just that the police report took time, and the autopsy of Jin Feng's body also required time.
Tong Le asked about the murderer. Had they tracked him down?
Zong Zeyu took a deep breath. They had tracked him down; he was already in custody at the police station and confessed to all his crimes without hesitation.
Tong Le was puzzled. What about those behind him?
Zong Zeyu's expression was helpless. There were no masterminds behind him; the police had caught the person who threw Jin Feng's body off the building. The murderer admitted to all his crimes, claiming he killed Jin Feng out of a desire for excitement and revenge. He chose to commit the crime on the rooftop of Zong Shi Yan Tuan because it was the largest enterprise in the area and he wanted to attract attention. As for Winston, the murderer said it was an accidental death.
Tong Le was furious. That’s impossible! This person is clearly just a scapegoat. Have you investigated his family? What about any accounts related to him? It must be Ke Jie and Hua Rongxiao who hired someone to kill!
Zong Zeyu replied that things were different now than in previous years. The internet wasn’t as developed back then, and hiring a hitman might have allowed one to escape unscathed. Nowadays, people are smarter; if someone hires a hitman, they won't leave any financial traces behind. It could be cash transactions or gold bars, or even foreign funds being laundered into the country. Since they were prepared for murder, they would definitely cover their tracks meticulously.
Tong Le felt helpless. Are we just going to sit here and wait for our doom? Is there no way to respond?
Lost in thought, she refused to accept this situation. There must be clues; there is no such thing as a perfect crime in this world.
Zong Zeyu reminded her that sometimes it's better to remain patient when there is no evidence. Building up strength while appearing weak can lead opponents to become complacent until they expose themselves.
Tong Le felt pessimistic. One life after another has been lost like this; do you think heaven is on our side?
Zong Zeyu couldn’t provide an answer. He believed that human determination could overcome fate, but given the current situation, waiting was indeed the right choice.
At that moment, a secretary entered the office with stacks of books and placed them on Zong Zeyu's desk.
Looking at those thick documents made his head spin; this wasn't just his workload but also Zong Jin's responsibilities that had been pushed onto him.
Tong Le stood up to organize the endless materials and said, "Zong Jin hasn't come to work for three days; he's pushed all his tasks onto you. Let me help you with this; otherwise, you won't finish it alone."
Zong Zeyu forced a smile. "To help my brother find a wife, everyone in the family is getting involved."
Tong Le worked diligently not only for Zong Jin but also for Wen, who needed someone by her side during her low spirits. Wen had told her today about matters concerning Zong Shi Yan Tuan Distillery and asked for her assistance.
Meanwhile, at the Wen Family residence.
Zong Jin entered his home carrying a thermos lunchbox. Wen hadn’t left her room for three consecutive days; her hair was disheveled, she wore the same pajamas for three days straight, and dark circles hung under her eyes.
She hadn’t slept in three days—not because she didn’t want to sleep but because she couldn’t close her eyes without seeing Zhou Feng’s face flash before her mind: their first meeting and that last glance in a foreign land. She had resolved to let go, but letting go proved difficult and painful.
For three consecutive days, Zong Jin had been coming to Wen's place to deliver meals and do housework. He had even developed a routine, setting the dishes on the dining table before starting to dust and clean the floors. Having never done any housework in the past thirty years, he was now becoming quite skilled at it.
Taking advantage of Wen's mealtime, he walked into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a set of pajamas, placing them by the bed. He called out loudly, reminding her to change into the clothes after finishing her meal, as he would wash them for her.
Once Wen finished eating and changed in her room, Zong Jin began washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. Throughout the process, they exchanged no words but completed their tasks efficiently.
Wen, now dressed in her pajamas, sat on the sofa while Zong Jin dampened a cotton pad with water to keep it slightly moist before handing it to her to wipe her face.
Wen turned her head and stared blankly at Zong Jin for a moment before finally speaking. "Don't you think I'm disgusting? I'm dirty and smelly. Even after changing clothes, I still feel gross. I just looked in the mirror and almost scared myself. Aren't you afraid or repulsed by me?"
Wen expected Zong Jin to reassure her that he wasn't afraid or disgusted—after all, a boring man wouldn't have much interesting to say. However, Zong Jin's response was quite different.
"The year after my ex-wife passed away, I was in a similar state as you. I went two weeks without showering, and meals were brought to me by Tong Le and Wu Youyou. I felt like smashing everything I saw; there was little desire to live."
Curious, Wen asked, "So how did you manage to get through it?"
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