After Miss Shen became beautiful alone, her five brothers cried and begged for forgiveness

Shen Suihuan returned to the private room and glanced at the neatly cleared table. She sat down as if nothing had happened and continued to enjoy the steaming hot pot. The air was filled with the spicy and fragrant aroma, as if the unpleasantness of the moment had never happened.

Jiang Zhou pursed his lips, observing her expression. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He asked softly, "What did you just remember?"

Shen Suihuan, who was picking up some mutton, was startled when the hot slices of meat fell onto the plate. She subconsciously opened her mouth, but the chili pepper choked her and she started coughing.

Jiang Zhou looked at the red oil on the corners of her mouth. She opened her little mouth in surprise and looked at her own cute expression. A soft feeling rose in his heart.

He picked up a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her lips. "The sentence you just mentioned scared Song Yanxi so much."

Shen Suihuan recalled Song Yanxi's frightened look, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

But then her expression darkened again. She slowly chewed the mutton on the plate and said in a low voice, "Song Yanxi killed Song Yan."

Jiang Zhou frowned and remained silent.

Shen Suihuan pursed his lips, feeling a surge of bitterness in his heart.

She knew that everyone thought Song Yan died saving her. Even if she told her biological brothers the truth, they wouldn't believe it. Jiang Zhou probably wouldn't believe it either.

She wasn't sad even though her brothers didn't believe her, but her heart ached when she thought that Jiang Zhou might not believe her.

Jiang Zhou's eyes grew deep, he frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "He wants to harm you?"

Shen Suihuan felt a pang of sadness. When no one believed her, Jiang Zhou got to the heart of the matter. She couldn't help but feel touched, but then she thought about the past and her emotions suddenly became complicated.

She nodded gently, her voice choking. "Yes, that's right. Song Yan confessed his love to me, and I rejected him. Then he wanted to start a fire and save the girl. But Song Yanxi locked the door and wanted to burn us to death together."

At this point, Shen Suihuan's eyes dimmed. She remembered how they had brainwashed her entire life with the rhetoric of "Song Yan was my savior."

After hearing this, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but secretly clench his fists and snorted coldly.

Shen Suihuan continued to explain: "I lost my memory and forgot some things. I am only now slowly remembering them." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice. She didn't just remember them now, but she had been PUA'd by them all her life until her death, and only remembered them after she was reborn.

"Before, I was so focused on studying that I didn't investigate the matter carefully and didn't find anything. However, the school wanted to suppress the incident and destroyed all the files, making it difficult to investigate."

Her tone was full of helplessness and loss.

Two years have passed since the incident, and the school is trying hard to cover it up, making it extremely difficult to find out the truth.

If she cannot restore the truth, she will never be able to get rid of the shackles of "owing Song Yanxi a life" and will not be able to expose Song Yanxi's true face.

Seeing that the little girl was in a bad mood, Jiang Zhou took out his cell phone, flipped through it, pulled out a document, and handed it to her.

"What?" Shen Suihuan's hands were greasy, and he didn't take his phone. He just took a look at his hand.

Her pupils shrank sharply. She didn't care about the oil on her hands, took the phone and looked at the content carefully.

This is not a school record file, but a police criminal record.

Because people died in the fire, whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, it must be handled by the police. This is the file!

Shen Suihuan stared at the phone in Jiang Zhou's hand with wide eyes, his voice trembling with excitement: "This...isn't this an internal file? How did you get it?"

Her eyes were glued to the screen, completely unaware that Jiang Zhou was looking at her with a gentle yet complex expression. His slender fingers gently stroked her forearm, and the uneven scars were hidden under his shirt.

Shen Suihuan read the document so intently that even her breathing slowed down. It wasn't until she finished reading the last word that she realized she had been hogging Jiang Zhou's phone.

"Oh, sorry." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly forwarded the file to her mobile phone, then carefully wiped the oil stains on the phone screen with a tissue.

Jiang Zhou didn't care about the phone. Instead, he asked with concern, "Is this information helpful to you? How much do you remember about those days?"

Shen Suihuan frowned and thought seriously for a moment. "Although there's no direct evidence to prove Song Yan set the fire, and the damaged door lock doesn't prove it was locked...but!" Her eyes suddenly lit up. "The file mentioned a witness who saw Song Yanxi at the fire scene!"

Shen Suihuan's fingers swiped across the screen, carefully noting the witness's name—Zhou Dongyi. She thought to herself, no matter what, she must find this person and interrogate him.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou whispered, "He dropped out of school and disappeared."

Shen Suihuan was stunned, his fingers hanging in the air.

"Did he drop out of school and disappear? Doesn't that mean the clues are gone?"

Jiang Zhou looked at the disappointment in Shen Suihuan's eyes, his lips curled up, wanting to say something comforting. But she suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with inquiry and suspicion.

"Brother, how do you know so much about this?" There was a hint of confusion in her voice.

Jiang Zhou's understanding of this matter has exceeded what a normal neighbor should know.

Not only did he have information about the fire case that year, but he also knew clearly that one of the witnesses had dropped out of school and disappeared.

Jiang Zhou was slightly taken aback, his brows raised slightly. He was just thinking about what to say, but Shen Suihuan had already made his own assumption. "Brother, are you targeting the Shen family?" She said with a certainty in her tone, her lips curled up slightly, and she looked at Jiang Zhou with a strange expression.

"I think the Shen brothers are petty and can't let go of the little grudges they had when they were little. But I noticed, brother, you also hold a grudge and you haven't let it go."

After all, Shen Suihuan is a girl and the youngest sister. Jiang Zhou has never targeted her. Her hatred for Jiang Zhou comes more from the indignant scolding of Jiang Zhou by the Shen brothers.

Jiang Zhou gave the little girl a strange look.

He held his chin with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and whispered a word: "Stupid."

Shen Suihuan looked up and asked in confusion, "What?"

Jiang Zhou smiled lightly, his tone lazy and with a hint of doting: "Do you still want to eat? If not, go home."

At this time, Shen Suihuan came back to her senses, remembered the hot pot in front of her, and quickly said: "Of course I have to eat!"

There was a glint of anticipation in her eyes. After all, this was the hot pot she had dreamed of for two lifetimes. But she was interrupted before she had taken a few bites.

Jiang Zhou looked at her focused expression, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his tone: "Eat slowly, I will bring you here often in the future, after all, it's your own home."

Shen Suihuan looked up curiously and asked, "Brother, why did you want to open a hot pot restaurant?"

This didn't seem to match his usual aloof demeanor. Jiang Zhou shook his head gently, his eyes softening as he muttered to himself, "It's all because some stupid kid likes it."