Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Afterwards, Ma Xin carefully wiped off any stains on the key and placed it back in He Feng's bag. She then walked to the window and quietly tossed another, identical key model, which had just been made, through the crack, landing in an inconspicuous patch of flowers downstairs.

After doing all this, she looked at He Feng, who was slumped over the table and slumped over. After a moment's hesitation, she stepped forward and carefully helped him to his feet. She half-helped him, half-supported him, and moved him to her bedroom bed, tucking him in. Then she turned back to the living room and began clearing the dishes and wine glasses from the table. Her movements were so swift, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, and she quickly restored everything to its original state, as if the brief dinner had never happened. The only sounds in the room were He Feng's steady breathing and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

The night slipped away like a stream, and the sky outside the window was already turning pale. He Feng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel a splitting headache and a groggy head. It took him a moment to realize how drunk he was. You know, since he started working, although his alcohol tolerance wasn't the best, he had never been completely drunk like this, let alone so completely blacked out that he couldn't remember anything from the previous night.

He Feng groggily sat up and looked around. The unfamiliar furnishings made his heart tighten. This... this isn't his home. He searched his chaotic memory and finally remembered that this was Ma Xin's residence. How could he have fallen asleep at Ma Xin's house? This realization instantly sobered him up, and he hurriedly stood up.

But at that moment, he caught a glimpse of the scene beside him from the corner of his eye, and he froze instantly—Ma Xin was lying next to him, covered with a thin blanket, obviously sleeping in the same bed as him. He Feng felt his mind buzz, and a blankness filled his mind. Could it be... could it be that he had made an irreparable mistake last night? He subconsciously looked at himself, then at Ma Xin, his heart filled with regret and self-blame, and he wanted to slap himself hard. How could this be? Ma Xin trusted him... He simply didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Just when He Feng was feeling uneasy and at a loss, Ma Xin moved and slowly opened her eyes. She seemed a little confused as well, and blinked before she could see He Feng clearly.

He Feng's heartbeat instantly rose to his throat, the blood drained from his face, and his voice was filled with obvious panic and guilt. He looked at Ma Xin and said anxiously: "Ma Xin, I'm... I'm sorry, I was wrong about this. I really know I was wrong. But I... I don't know how it turned out like this. Is it... is it because you were too drunk last night, so I..." He was incoherent. He wanted to apologize and explain, but he couldn't make himself clear.

He Feng stood there, his mind a mess, unsure how to begin. He couldn't fathom why he'd done something so absurd. He was too distracted by his alcohol tolerance to consider what had happened; he was filled with helplessness and regret.

Ma Xin silently shed tears, her shoulders heaving slightly. Her aggrieved and forbearing look made He Feng even more panicked. He hurriedly stepped forward, his voice a little hoarse: "Ma Xin, this matter... is indeed my fault. Please don't be like this."

Ma Xin raised her tearful eyes, looked at He Feng, and gently shook her head: "He Feng, I don't blame you, I did it of my own accord." She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and continued, "We were both drunk yesterday, and you looked at me and mistook me for Ran Qiuye... I just wanted to hug you, but you fell asleep while holding me. It's really okay, you didn't do anything."

He Feng felt a little relieved when he heard "I didn't do anything," but then he was overwhelmed with even deeper guilt. Even so, sleeping with a girl in his arms was inappropriate. He looked at Ma Xin and said solemnly, "Ma Xin, I know this is mainly my fault. You know, I only have one thought in my mind right now, which is to find the murderer who hurt Ran Qiuye. When this matter is resolved, I will definitely marry you and give you an explanation."

Ma Xin quickly wiped away her tears and whispered, "It's okay, don't take it to heart. I won't tell anyone about this."

He Feng washed up briefly and prepared to go to work. Before leaving, he looked at Ma Xin and said with some concern, "Ma Xin, why don't you take a day off today? It seems you didn't sleep well."

Ma Xin forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I'll just take a break and go to work soon."

He Feng went downstairs and waited in the car, but he couldn't help but feel something was amiss. While his alcohol tolerance wasn't exactly impressive, it certainly wasn't this bad. How could he be so drunk after just a few drinks and make such a mistake? He tried to recall the details of last night, but his head was throbbing, and he couldn't concentrate.

While he was thinking, Ma Xin came over with a glass of honey water in his hand: "He Feng, this is honey water, drink some, it will relieve your headache. This matter is actually my fault. I shouldn't have given you such a strong alcoholic drink."

He Feng took the warm honey water and looked at the red bloodshot under Ma Xin's eyes. He felt even worse. "Ma Xin, it's all my fault. I didn't expect the alcohol content of your drink to be so high."

After a few sips of honey water, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but his headache was indeed less severe. He looked at the time and said to Ma Xin, "Then let's hurry to work, otherwise we'll be late."

Ma Xin said nothing more and got into the car silently. She knew that if she went to work alone at this time, she would definitely be late. Instead, she would be able to catch up with He Feng.

When the car arrived at the Public Security Bureau, many colleagues saw that Ma Xin was brought here by He Feng. But no one thought much of it. After all, Ma Xin was an expert sent by higher-ups, and as the director, He Feng would be more concerned about her and ensure her safety.

He Feng immersed himself in the day's work, reviewing documents, holding scheduling meetings, and listening to reports. He was so busy that he didn't notice that the key in his pocket had inadvertently undergone subtle changes.

He Feng's mind was in a mess at the moment. Some things were so complicated that he couldn't make sense of them. He didn't know where to start and could only let his thoughts wander in the fog.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lei, upon arriving at work, immediately set off with four comrades. After all, this matter was personally arranged by Director He, and there was no room for sloppiness. He led his men straight to the market, knowing full well that these four comrades were Director Bai Yu's subordinates. This was a good opportunity to let his colleagues at the Public Security Bureau know that they were merely there to learn from experience and had no other special mission, thus avoiding unnecessary suspicion.