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However, the scene before Wei Jiawei and Xiao Ying left them both stunned, their eyes wide open as they stood frozen in place, unable to speak.
In the living room, two figures were tightly entwined, leaning against the sofa, lost in a passionate kiss.
It was only when they heard footsteps approaching the door that they abruptly stopped, turning to look at the entrance. It was Lin Hui and Ye Xiaoxi!
Upon seeing Xiao Ying and Wei Jiawei standing at the door, the group froze momentarily, an awkward tension filling the air.
After a long silence, it was Lin Hui who broke the stillness first. With a slight blush on her cheeks, she spoke somewhat uncomfortably, “You’re here. Please, have a seat.”
Xiao Ying walked slowly to the side of the sofa, her keen eyes immediately noticing some scattered fragments on the floor. The chaotic distribution of the pieces and the slightly messy surroundings seemed to tell a story of a recent heated argument.
From behind the closed door of the inner room came intermittent barking from a dog, its voice filled with anxiety and impatience, clearly having been locked inside during the quarrel.
Xiao Ying did not rush to ask questions; she understood that this moment of silence would exert more pressure on them. Some things, Lin Hui had to clarify this time.
As expected, Lin Hui was the first to break the silence. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began, “Since you’ve already seen my relationship with Xiaoxi, there’s no need to hide it anymore.”
“When did you two start this?” Xiao Ying asked with a slight frown, her gaze shifting between them.
“It’s been a few years now, even before Qi Fangyu cheated,” Ye Xiaoxi interjected eagerly before Lin Hui could respond. Her fingers nervously twisted together, revealing her inner tension.
Xiao Ying pondered for a moment before pressing further, “Does Qi Fangyu know about your relationship?”
Lin Hui nodded gently, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions, a blend of sentiment and helplessness. "He knows, but he doesn't agree to divorce, so we have to drag it out like this, living together but separately."
"So, Qi Fangyu knows about your situation, and you also know he is with Fan Wei?" Xiao Ying's gaze was piercing, fixed intently on Lin Hui.
"Yes, but Xiaoxi often comes to my house. However, Qi Fangyu never brings Fan Wei home; they usually meet outside for dates." As Lin Hui spoke, she instinctively glanced at Ye Xiaoxi, her eyes conveying a hint of reassurance.
Xiao Ying's expression suddenly tightened as if she had discovered a crucial clue. Her gaze abruptly landed on the back of Ye Xiaoxi's hand. "How did you get hurt?"
"I did it myself." Ye Xiaoxi was about to cover her injured right hand with her other hand when Lin Hui preemptively answered for her. "You all saw it; I’m sorry to say we had a little argument over some matters just now. The battlefield hasn’t been cleaned up yet; I accidentally scratched Xiaoxi’s hand."
A hint of embarrassment crossed Lin Hui's face, but she struggled to maintain her composure.
A flicker of contemplation passed through Xiao Ying's blue eyes as she slightly narrowed them, seemingly deep in thought but not speaking immediately.
Seeing that Xiao Ying had fallen silent, Wei Jiawei interjected, "Actually, we came today to tell you that we have confirmed your husband Qi Fangyu is not the murderer of Fan Wei. He will be able to return home in a few days once the paperwork is completed."
"What?" Lin Hui's expression froze in shock. "You’ve figured it out?"
"We're still investigating who the real murderer is, but we can confirm that Qi Fangyu has an alibi for that day."
Wei Jiawei paused here, observing Lin Hui's reaction. "Of course, we checked and found that you have no suspicion either."
"Could you be mistaken?" Lin Hui pressed on, urgency creeping into her tone.
Wei Jiawei showed a hint of surprise and asked in confusion, "Are you referring to Qi Fangyu? Do you think he could be the murderer?"
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