Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

During this period, Gu Fanxing was disturbed by the case and had no appetite. So Ling Jiuer decided to take her out for a good meal and then take her to relax.

In the French restaurant on the top floor of Times Square, the crystal chandelier casts tiny spots of light on the milky white tablecloth.

Ling Jiuer cut the Wellington steak with a silver knife. She looked up and saw Gu Fanxing staring at the phone screen in a daze. The salmon salad on the fork was hanging in the air, and the sauce dripped from the leaves onto the tablecloth, leaving dark marks.

"Miss Gu?" Ling Jiuer shook the diamond-studded goblet, and the sound of ice cubes clinking was crisp and pleasant. "This is your favorite pan-fried foie gras with port wine. If you don't eat it now, it will get cold."

Her finger, painted with bean paste-colored nail polish, suddenly pressed down on Gu Fanxing's phone screen. The rose-red gemstone ring reflected a brilliant light in the candlelight. "Pei Luonan called me yesterday and begged me to take you out for a good rest and relaxation. You can't let him down!"

Gu Fanxing forced a smile, and his knuckles turned slightly white as he held the phone.

The cool air from the central air conditioner, wrapped in the fragrance of cedar, brushed across her exposed neck, but it couldn't suppress the pain in the back of her neck.

"Jiuer, what if a clue appears over and over again, but we still can't grasp the key..." Her voice stopped abruptly, and her eyes passed over Ling Jiuer's shoulder and fell on the darkening sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window in the distance.

In the twilight, the city's neon lights lit up one after another, vaguely overlapping with the flickering purple light and shadow in the Zuixian Bar's surveillance camera.

Those images played in her mind on a loop, each one like a heavy hammer hitting her heart.

Ling Jiuer pushed the cut steak in front of her, and the sound of cutlery colliding woke Gu Fanxing up from her thoughts.

"Remember when we were in college and we were investigating the 'campus ghost graffiti' case?" She scooped up a spoonful of pumpkin soup, the amber soup swaying gently in the spoon. "You stared at that graffiti that would disappear on a rainy night for three days and three nights without closing your eyes, and in the end you found out it was just a trick painted on the glass wall with fluorescent paint."

She suddenly reached out and pinched Gu Fanxing's dark circles under her eyes. "You are just like you were then. The dark circles under your eyes are bigger than panda eyes. Okay, now it's time to eat. Just enjoy the food and forget about everything else."

Gu Fanxing took a bite of the steak, but the tender texture of the meat could not dispel the bitterness on the tip of his tongue.

She couldn't let it go when she thought about how several innocent people were implicated and injured because of her.

"Stop looking!" Ling Jiuer suddenly snatched the phone and stuffed it into her Chanel quilted bag. The metal chain clanged with a sharp, almost piercing sound. "Today is our best friend's day. From now on, you must forget all about the case, the suspect, and that elusive Nightingale."

She raised her goblet, the purple-red color of the port wine looking like solidified blood under the light. "To celebrate my limited-edition ticket to the Starry Sky Art Museum, cheers!"

The crisp sound of clinking glasses startled the pigeons that were perched by the window.

Gu Fanxing took a sip of wine. The sweet fruity aroma mixed with alcohol burned his throat, but could not warm his cold fingertips.

She watched Ling Jiuer excitedly looking through the outfit guides on her phone. The cold light of the screen reflected her friend's carefully groomed long hair. She suddenly remembered that when she first met Ling Jiuer, Ling Jiuer was like this too, with a bright and optimistic smile on her face all the time, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"Actually, Pei Luonan is right. You're trying too hard." Ling Jiuer's voice suddenly became gentle. She reached out to tidy up the scattered hair around Gu Fanxing's ears. "The last time we were attacked while tracking a suspect, if it weren't for..."

Her words were interrupted by Gu Fanxing's sudden cough. The red wine slid down the corner of her mouth, leaving a glaring mark on the white napkin.

"I'm fine."

"That's good. Let's enjoy the food. After we've eaten and drunk our fill, I'll take you to the art gallery. I'll take a hundred beautiful photos of you so you can forget all your worries!" In order to make Gu Fanxing happy, Ling Jiuer had already thought of a plan.

Gu Fanxing looked at Ling Jiuer, and most of her worries disappeared. In order not to disappoint Ling Jiuer's enthusiasm, she had to pause her thoughts about the case and enjoy the food.

An hour later, after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ling Jiuer pulled Gu Fanxing's hand and walked towards the elevator, about to head to the art gallery.

As the elevator descended to the large shopping mall on the first floor, the sound of shattering porcelain suddenly came from the Prada counter in front of us, followed by a sharp curse: "Country bumpkins are also buying haute couture? You can't even afford this dress even if you max out your credit card!"

The crowd surged towards the source of the sound like a tide. The roar with a sharp ending sounded somewhat familiar.

Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer looked at each other and were also swept forward.

The girl with purple highlights was seen pouring milk tea towards Jiang Xue, a woman in white.

As the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Xue slowly wiped her cheek with a handkerchief. Her pearl earrings shone coldly in the sunlight. "You uneducated thing, do you know how much this skirt costs? It's enough for you to work in a milk tea shop for ten years."

"fart!"

The purple-haired girl tugged at the hem of her black backless dress, her manicure almost digging into the satin fabric.

"I made a reservation three days ago! Who the hell are you to take over?"

She pulled hard, and Jiang Xue stumbled into the display stand, and the crystal vase fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, parents with children quickly stepped back, and countless mobile phone cameras were focused on the farce.

The scene was in chaos, with screams, scolding, and the sound of objects breaking intertwined into a suffocating vortex.

In the chaos, the shoulder strap of Jiang Xue's dress suddenly broke.

As she staggered to steady herself, a large dark red birthmark on her lower back flashed through the gap in her skirt.

The twisted shape of the flame was exactly the same as Nightingale's birthmark in the surveillance video.

Gu Fanxing felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by an ice-cold hand, and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Her throat was so tight that she could hardly swallow. She stared at the dark red, her nails digging deep into her palms without noticing.

The scene before her eyes kept overlapping with the surveillance footage in her memory, making her feel dizzy.

No wonder she felt a sense of déjà vu when she saw the birthmark, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. It turned out that she had seen Jiang Xue's birthmark at Jiang's house the year she first met Jiang Chengjun.

"Jiuer, give me your phone!" Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

But when Ling Jiuer frantically took out her cell phone, Jiang Xue had already pushed the purple-haired girl away and tidied up her messy hair.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, and the moment she met Gu Fanxing's gaze, a trace of barely perceptible resentment flashed in her eyes, and then she returned to her usual coldness and arrogance in an instant.

Then she turned and left in her high heels, the curve of her white skirt still rising elegantly, as if everything that had just happened was just an accident.

Gu Fanxing stood there, his ears buzzing.

The surrounding discussions were as blurry as if through frosted glass: "Isn't this Jiang Xue from the Jiang family? That birthmark looks scary..."

Could Jiang Xue really be the Nightingale who planned the serial crimes, injured several innocent people, and even caused them to fall into a coma?

She once thought she knew the people around her well enough, but now she found that everything became strange and suspicious.

Gu Fanxing gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the mall dome, and the autumn wind blew dead leaves against the glass.

After Jiang Xue disappeared, the cleaning lady was picking up the debris on the ground, as if the farce had never happened.

But the birthmark that she caught a glimpse of was like a needle piercing her heart.

Could Nightingale really be her? But she couldn't remember any deep hatred between her and Jiang Xue that would make her want to kill herself.

Is it because of Jiang Chengjun and the Jiang family?

But Jiang Chengjun was sent to jail because of his own fault, and the Jiang Group is in shambles because of their own poor management. What does it have to do with her?

Countless questions swirled in her mind, making her feel helpless and frightened.