No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Chapter 407 Miss Zhao Found
When we have said everything, we really don’t know how to face each other.

Mr. Shao was unusually "reasonable" and did not force Miss Qiao any further. He returned to the port area alone to celebrate the New Year and withdrew all the bodyguards from the villa.

He didn't say anything in anger, but only said: "In a relationship like ours, I should be the one you can trust. No matter what happens, I can handle it. Don't ever regret this choice."

At that time, Mr. Shao still believed that she had her own difficulties.

However, it was made clear that once she made a choice, she would not be able to regret it, even if she had her own reasons.

Meaning, there is no turning back between them.

On New Year's Eve, Fu Yanci returned to his villa in Beijing, and there was still no news from Miss Zhao.

There was only one maid left in the villa, who took care of Miss Qiao's three meals a day.

In fact, she couldn't eat anything. Her heart felt like it was blocked by cement, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

In addition, the weather was bad on New Year's Day. It was foggy all the time with sporadic snowflakes, which made people feel even more depressed.

She thought of that day, when it was also snowing, and Shao Rongqian was standing tall in the snow.

These things seem to have happened a long time ago, so long ago that they seem to have happened in my previous life.

On the first day of the new year, Zhou Zhao came to visit. He was not as playful as usual, but had a serious and solemn expression.

"Have you found the creek?" Miss Qiao immediately became nervous. She was afraid of hearing bad news.

Zhou Zhao nodded and said what she didn't want to hear the most: "DNA has been tested, it's that girl."

"Have you tested...DNA?" Miss Qiao Er felt her head buzzing, as if something had exploded.

She knew what had happened without Zhou Zhao explaining.

The depression that had been pent up for a long time burst out, and she felt a darkness in front of her eyes.

In the darkness, she seemed to see Miss Zhao, still with that sweet smile, as clean as the clouds in the sky, without a trace of dust.

She said: Xiaoxi, where have you been? Do you know I am worried about you?

She said: Why don't you speak? What's wrong with you?
She said: Xiaoxi, don't go!

When I woke up, my body and head were covered in sweat, and my white cotton pajamas were soaked.

Miss Qiao was in a daze and was trying to sit up by supporting herself with her arms. A strong arm immediately reached out to her. It was Master Zhou.

"Where am I?" Miss Qiao's voice was hoarse, and she felt that she had no strength at all. "My dear, you finally woke up. You had a high fever for three days. You took a fever-reducing injection and sweated to reduce the fever. Do you feel uncomfortable? Or are you hungry? There is porridge and side dishes in the kitchen." Zhou Zhao chattered non-stop.

The person had half sat up, leaning against the soft and elastic pillow. Only then did Miss Qiao see the furnishings in the room clearly. It was not her and Shao Rongqian's home.

"Don't look at it, we are abroad now." Zhou Zhao explained.

Miss Qiao was confused: "How did I get abroad?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you slowly when you get better." Zhou Zhao was evasive, and it was obvious that he was hiding something from Miss Qiao.

Naturally, his little thoughts could not be hidden from the eyes of Miss Qiao Er. She was just too weak now and did not have the energy to ask more questions.

For a moment, Miss Qiao felt that having a fever and being in a coma were good, because then she wouldn't have to face all these things.

It's a pity that Mr. Zhou took good care of her and invited the most authoritative doctor in the area, who made her recover in just two or three days. Apart from being a little weak, she was no longer in any serious condition.

It took a long time for Miss Qiao to prepare herself mentally before she dared to ask, "Xiaoxi...what happened?"

The living room was decorated gorgeously in traditional European aristocratic style. Master Zhou knew what Miss Qiao was going to ask him, so he sent the servants out early.

At this moment, there was only the crackling sound coming from the fireplace not far away, as if the firewood was having its last carnival.

"Fu Yanci took care of the funeral, and the murderer has not been found yet. You were in poor health, so I didn't dare to disturb you." Master Zhou did not mention the details.

When Miss Zhao's body was found, it had already decayed beyond recognition, otherwise there would have been no need for a DNA test. It was indeed Fu Yanci who dug deep into the ground to find the body, and his identity was confirmed because of Miss Zhao's personal belongings. Naturally, these were all heard by Master Zhou.

It is said that Fu Yanci said nothing at the time, but coldly ordered people to do the test. It rained heavily that day, and he held a black umbrella to protect "Miss Zhao" from the rain, but he himself was soaked.

Mr. Zhou only knew that when he rushed over, Fu Yanci was like a soulless sculpture, holding the black umbrella tightly.

After all, they were on opposite sides politically, so he couldn't say much. However, the sadness and desolation of Fu Yanci did touch him.

"Are there any suspects?" asked Miss Qiao Er.

Naturally, she had her suspects, and she asked this question just to find out whether Mr. Zhou’s opinion was the same as hers.

"You know the current situation. No one has been able to shake their foundation, or in other words, they dare not fall out easily." Master Zhou explained.

At this point, everyone just knew who it was.

"Then..." Miss Qiao hesitated, wondering how to start.

"You want to ask Shao Rongqian." Master Zhou was very smart and knew what she cared about most.