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Xiao Ying and Wei Jiawei waited downstairs for a short while before Qi Fangyu returned, carrying a shopping bag filled with daily necessities from the supermarket.
Upon seeing the two, Qi Fangyu paused for a moment, but did not show much surprise. His expression remained cold as he directly asked, "What do you want to know this time?"
He slightly raised his chin, a hint of wariness in his gaze.
"Why don't you tell us what exactly you are hiding, Mr. Qi?"
Xiao Ying spoke calmly, tilting her head slightly as she fixed her eyes on Qi Fangyu, exuding confidence as if she could see through everything.
Qi Fangyu was taken aback by her words, a flicker of panic crossing his face before he frowned and looked at Xiao Ying with displeasure. "What do you mean by that? I've told you everything I know."
He unconsciously tightened his grip on the shopping bag's handle.
"Yes, but I suspect you might have chosen what to tell us," Xiao Ying replied with a light smile that lacked warmth. She crossed her arms and leaned back slightly.
"On what basis do you say that I'm hiding something?" Qi Fangyu retorted angrily, stepping forward with dissatisfaction written all over his face.
"Your wife is back," Xiao Ying stated calmly without answering Qi Fangyu's question, carefully observing the changes in his expression.
As expected, Qi Fangyu's demeanor changed to one of tension; his eyes widened in an instant as he hurriedly asked, "What did she say?" His voice involuntarily rose, filled with urgency.
"You mentioned a lot of things, like you and Fan Wei, and also about the carpet that went missing from your home, and the painting that was moved to another place."
Xiao Ying spoke each word deliberately, as if she were striking at Qi Fangyu's nerves with every syllable.
Upon hearing this, Qi Fangyu's shoulders immediately slumped, his entire demeanor deflating like a punctured balloon. After a moment of silence, he slowly began to speak, a hint of despair in his voice: "So you all know. Fine, I killed Fan Wei."
His sudden confession left both Xiao Ying and Wei Jiawei momentarily stunned. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise.
Wei Jiawei looked at Qi Fangyu, his expression serious as he said, "I'm afraid we'll need Mr. Qi to come with us to the police station." As he spoke, he instinctively reached for the handcuffs at his waist.
"Can I go home first to say goodbye to Xiaohui?" Qi Fangyu asked, a trace of pleading in his eyes.
Xiao Ying glanced at Wei Jiawei and then shook her head firmly. Wei Jiawei immediately understood and replied, "Someone will notify your wife shortly." His tone left no room for argument.
Qi Fangyu fell silent again, lowering his head as if lost in thought.
Xiao Ying furrowed her delicate brows, her gaze fixed intently on Qi Fangyu as she pondered deeply. She couldn't shake the feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.
In the interrogation room at the police station, since Xiao Ying and Wei Jiawei had brought Qi Fangyu in together, Officer Zhao agreed to let them both interrogate him.
Officer Zhao remained in the adjacent room, watching everything through the one-way glass with an expression of focus and vigilance.
"Qi Fangyu, you say you killed Fan Wei?"
Wei Jiawei held a notebook in his hand, his expression serious as he asked, his gaze fixed intently on Qi Fangyu, not missing a single subtle change in his face.
Qi Fangyu's complexion had turned pale with tension. His hair, which had been unkempt for some time, looked even more disheveled and chaotic, resembling a bundle of dry grass.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, and replied, "That's right."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if something was lodged in his throat.
"And the reason?" Wei Jiawei pressed on, leaning slightly forward to capture Qi Fangyu's reaction more clearly.
Qi Fangyu's gaze dimmed, as if recalling some painful memory. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Could I have a cigarette?" His voice carried a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.
Wei Jiawei retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the desk and pushed it toward Qi Fangyu. Qi Fangyu took one out and picked up a lighter nearby, struggling several times before finally managing to light it with trembling hands.
He took a deep drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke slowly escape from his mouth and nose, as if it had finally brought him some calm. Only then did he begin to speak. "I've known Fan Wei for a long time. Before she got married, she studied painting with me. After her marriage, she stopped painting and cut off contact. I never expected that after moving here, I would find her living in the same building.
We were both surprised and happy at that time, so we started meeting privately. Before we knew it, our relationship naturally developed into that of lovers."
As he spoke, he continued to smoke, his eyes filled with memories.
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