63: Past experience, arrest of the murderer Wu Mingjun

"Qing Yan, will you really help me solve it?"

After hearing Li Qingyan speak from the bathroom, Gao Ze turned his head from the sofa, about to ask, but his face froze.

His wife, Li Qingyan, was dressed very lightly, wearing a pink camisole that exposed large areas of her snow-white skin, as well as an impressive bosom that outsiders could not see, like heavy, uncontrollable fruits, seemingly too much for her shoulder straps to bear.

She had a pair of long, straight legs, with slender calves and full, elastic thighs.

Her small feet were bare, stepping smoothly on the rug, and her crystal-clear little feet were baby-pink, enough to make foot fetishists drool.

"Of course I'll help you solve it!"

"I'm your wife; if I don't help my husband, who will I help?"

Li Qingyan sat on the sofa, resting her small head on Gao Ze's shoulder, not at all bothered that Gao Ze hadn't showered; instead, she nuzzled him like a little pig, relishing his scent.

Oh my god!

It's not good when your wife's figure is too good.

It almost made him forget his words, not knowing what to ask.

"Husband, what trouble are you in?"

Li Qingyan seemed to enjoy the atmosphere of just the two of them. The living room lights were dim, and the night view outside the huge French windows was sometimes bright, sometimes dark, so quiet that it felt like the world contained only the two of them.

"I'm not in any trouble; I'm just a little curious."

Gao Ze suppressed the rising heat, looked at the photos on the living room's display wall, and asked,

"Who is that girl holding hands with you?"

Although the system intelligence showed that his wife, Li Qingyan, had bisexual tendencies, it never mentioned any girlfriends or boyfriends. Gao Ze believed this should only be a budding inclination, a simple tendency.

The longer she was with him, that budding inclination would surely disappear.

The passionate kiss in the elevator was the best proof.

Li Qingyan said, "She's my friend, Jiang Qianyu!"

"Friend?"

Li Qingyan thought for a moment and said, "She should be a good friend!"

"You have good friends too?"

Given Li Qingyan's psychological and personality issues, Gao Ze found it hard to imagine that she would actually have a good friend.

"Bad husband, what do you mean by that? Why can't I have good friends?"

"You're making me so angry, I want to bite you to death!"

Li Qingyan glared fiercely at Gao Ze, her small white canines poised, ready to bite his shoulder.

"I've been busy all day outside; I'm covered in sweat and salt, and I haven't showered yet."

"I don't mind!" Li Qingyan pouted.

"I do mind!" Gao Ze grabbed his wife Li Qingyan's smooth chin, feeling like he was teasing a kitten, and immediately laughed at his own action.

"Is that Jiang Qianyu really your good friend?"

If Jiang Qianyu was truly Li Qingyan's good friend, and they could get along, Gao Ze felt that this woman's psychology might also be problematic.

She definitely couldn't be a normal person.

Normal people couldn't form a friendship with Li Qingyan.

"Of course she's a good friend, but she has some issues in her head, and she's a bit into girls."

Gao Ze: "........"

Hearing Li Qingyan say that other girls had issues in their heads felt strangely comical.

"But husband, you don't have to worry about me. I definitely won't like girls, or like her!"

"Of course I like my husband ~"

Li Qingyan giggled foolishly, hugging Gao Ze's arm.

"Then have you never liked anyone before, or been liked by someone, or had a dating partner?"

"Husband, are you probing into my relationship status?"

Li Qingyan's lips curved into a sly smile.

"I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

Gao Ze was indeed a little curious, but not about whether Li Qingyan had had a dating partner.

"I've never liked anyone before; people have always liked me since I was little."

"I haven't had a dating partner either, but now I do, and that's you, husband!"

Gao Ze chuckled, finding that Li Qingyan always spoke so charmingly to him, but when it came to his younger brother, she made him feel a bit doubtful about life.

And if Li Qingyan were to meet his younger sister, would she get jealous?

Given Li Qingyan's personality, she might even dare to hit someone; he had personally witnessed her murderous gaze when dealing with Zhao Xinyu, her palm poised to strike.

"Alright, I have no more questions."

Gao Ze was a bit troubled, but he certainly couldn't stop Li Qingyan from meeting his younger sister, Gao Xiaohui, so he could only take it one step at a time.

"I'm going to shower first. It's getting late. You should rest."

"I'll wait for you!"

Seeing Li Qingyan waiting like a kitten, Gao Ze couldn't persuade her further, even though he clearly saw her eyelids drooping.

When he had washed away the day's fatigue.

Looking at the sofa, Li Qingyan was already curled up asleep, her body trembling slightly, as if experiencing a nightmare.

"I can't do anything with you!"

Gao Ze shook his head. His wife, Li Qingyan, claimed to be skilled in coquetry and sweetness, but when it came to the real deal, she was very clear about boundaries.

However, he didn't want to demand more; taking it one step at a time was fine too.

Patients with bipolar disorder need to build sufficient security and trust.

He carried his wife, Li Qingyan, into the master bedroom, tucked her in, and sat by the bed. After her trembling subsided and her brows relaxed, Gao Ze casually found another bedroom to sleep in.

The next morning.

Li Qingyan hadn't gotten up yet and was still sleeping in, but Gao Ze was already awake.

In the past, he, a workhorse and wage-earner, always woke up at seven, then made breakfast; this had long become a habit.

But when Gao Ze wanted to make breakfast for Li Qingyan, he looked in the refrigerator and saw only milk, oats, and a lot of instant noodles, with the meat already pre-cooked.

"As expected, she's not good at cooking."

"She likes to drink milk. Could the milky scent on Qing Yan's body be from that?"

Gao Ze didn't have time to ask in detail. He took the ingredients and made her a bowl of instant noodles with shredded pork, then headed straight to the Huangpu District Criminal Police Brigade to find Liu Wenzhong.

This afternoon, the Pudong Public Security Bureau was holding a commendation ceremony for him, and leaders from the Municipal Bureau and the city would also be present.

However, in the morning, catching the culprits was still the priority; not a single credit could be missed.

Gao Ze had already requested leave from Zhou Weiguo.

"Brother Gao, why are you here?"

Seeing Gao Ze from Shanghai appear at the Huangpu Public Security Bureau early in the morning, Liu Wenzhong's mouth twitched: "Brother Gao, you're not going to ask us for clues about the family massacre case, are you?"

"So diligent, you're not even attending the commendation ceremony rehearsal. You truly deserve your merits!"

"But our Huangpu District doesn't have any valuable clues about a family massacre case yet."

Gao Ze shook his head and said, "No need. I know who the culprit of the Feng Changlin family massacre case is."

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