Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng thought to himself that he hadn't expected the other party to be so impatient. This narrowed his suspicions considerably, and his target became clearer. He suppressed his thoughts and continued to focus on the case at hand, carefully reviewing every file, fearing to miss any clues.

When Ma Xin arrived at work that morning, she learned from a colleague that the sudden appearance of the group was to investigate the Public Security Bureau's efficiency. She examined the relevant documents and found the paper and seal to be authentic. Yet, for some reason, she felt something was amiss, as if something was unspeakably strange, yet she couldn't quite place the cause.

She returned to her desk, quietly took out a photo, and lit it with a match. The flame licked the photo paper, quickly reducing it to ashes. She clapped her hands, straightened her clothes, and stood up to deal with her work.

He Feng watched Ma Xin come to work as usual. He originally wanted to say a few words to her, but he swallowed them back when they reached his lips. He really didn't know how to bring up those subtle changes. In the end, he just nodded and turned back to his office.

Ma Xin looked at his back and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. She hadn't expected He Feng, who was so decisive and efficient at work, to be so clumsy and endearing in this matter. She knew this was the only way to proceed, to slowly calm him down.

The day passed quickly, and as Zheng Qiang walked out of the office building near the end of the day, he unexpectedly ran into Pang He again. Pang He walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Director Zheng, you did a really good job this time. The superiors are very satisfied and have already planned to meet with you."

Zheng Qiang felt relieved, knowing that his goal had been initially achieved. He looked at Pang He and asked directly, "When?"

Pang He waved his hand and said with a calm smile, "Don't worry, your superiors still need to test you. Don't worry, as long as you handle this matter for me, I guarantee that you will see your superiors."

Zheng Qiang's face darkened. He stared at him seriously and said, "I can do things for you, but one thing must be made clear - you must not touch my family, let alone go to my house. If I find out that you dare to harass my family, there's no telling what I'll do." His tone carried an unquestionable warning, and his eyes were sharper.

Pang He simply smiled indifferently and said nothing more. He knew clearly that what he had just said had indeed gone a bit too far. After all, his superiors had specifically instructed him that Zheng Qiang still had considerable value to exploit. If he was truly angered and refused to cooperate, all the subsequent interconnected plans would likely be stalled, making progress extremely difficult.

Pang He didn't stay any longer, but turned and walked away with steady steps. Zheng Qiang, on the other hand, walked away with a sullen face, grumbling to himself: I never expected these people to be so defensive. Their every word and action was filled with extreme caution, and they were on guard at every turn. It was really frustrating, and I couldn't even get a single heartfelt word from them.

On the other side, He Feng slowly walked to the door of Ma Xin's office, tapped lightly on the door with his fingers, and said in a gentle voice: "Ma Xin, it's time to get off work. Let's go to Uncle Luo's restaurant to eat something. I have something to talk to you about."

Hearing the voice, Ma Xin looked up at He Feng. Seeing that he looked extremely serious, with an indescribable solemnity in his eyes, he nodded with a faint smile on his face. "Okay, then I'll pack up and leave."

He Feng didn't go in. He just stood quietly at the office door, waiting, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the doorframe. His heart was in turmoil, like a fluttering deer. That matter had been weighing on his mind for a long time, weighing heavily. He thought about it over and over again, but he really didn't know how to bring it up properly.

After a while, Ma Xin came out of the office with her bag, her hair brushing against her shoulders. "He Feng, pack up, let's go."

Afterwards, He Feng brought Ma Xin to Uncle Luo's restaurant. He found Uncle Luo as if he knew the place well and said earnestly, "Uncle Luo, I'd like to use the small private room by the window. But the food won't be served until later. I want to talk to Ma Xin alone."

Uncle Luo was a perceptive man. One look at their posture, then the subtle atmosphere between them, and he knew they must have something to discuss. He smiled and nodded, asking no further questions. He turned and walked out, carefully closing the door behind him, leaving the room completely to them.

There were only two people left in the private room. The air was stagnant for a moment, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing. He Feng took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision. He looked at Ma Xin with a burning gaze and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Ma Xin, what happened last time...I was indeed wrong. I know I shouldn't have done that, but I am a responsible person. Don't worry, when I find the murderer who killed Ran Qiuye and give her a clear explanation, I will marry you. How about it?"

Ma Xin looked at He Feng's slightly embarrassed expression, her cheeks slightly red, her eyes softened, and she shook her head gently: "He Feng, this matter can't be entirely blamed on you. The alcohol content that day was too high, and the aftereffect was too strong. I didn't explain the limits to you in advance, so that's why there was such a misunderstanding. It's not your fault."

He Feng's face flushed instantly, spreading from his ears to his neck. Although he knew nothing had transgressed between him and Ma Xin, they had shared a bed together for one night, and even if it was innocent, he couldn't help but feel guilty, as if he owed her something. "Ma Xin, no matter what, I'm responsible for this. I didn't handle it properly. Just give me another chance to make amends, okay?"

Ma Xin looked at the seriousness and eagerness in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Okay. But let's talk about this after we find the murderer who killed Ran Qiuye, okay? The most important thing now is to solve the case."

He Feng wanted to say something else, but Ma Xin looked at the time on his wrist and interrupted him with a smile: "He Feng, it's getting late and I'm hungry. Shouldn't I ask Uncle Luo to cook some dishes? If I don't eat now, I'll be too hungry to walk."

He Feng also walked out and looked at Uncle Luo: "Uncle Luo, cook two dishes. I'm really hungry after a long day of work."

Uncle Luo looked at He Feng, as if he knew everything. After all, he had changed a lot: "Stinky boy, you have grown up. Let him let go of the past."