Silver Snow Line [Criminal Investigation]

"What did you see me laughing at just now?" Wei Cheng asked the person opposite him lazily, holding his chin with one hand.
Xie Qingfei glared at him: "Who smiled at you? I was on the phone with my sister."
Wei Cheng was too lazy to expose her: "Did she tell you a joke?"
Xie Qingfei: "He told me a good story about a good person and asked me to invite this good person home for dinner in the evening."
Wei Cheng said in a fake tone: "If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to invite me."
"This is my sister's guest. Can I refuse on her behalf?" After Xie Qingfei finished speaking, he found that the corners of his lips could not be suppressed again. He quickly cleared his throat and stabilized his expression.

Wei Cheng decided to quit while he was ahead and turned to ask about the case.
Xie Qingfei also found something to divert attention, starting with the story of Wang Shuang being discovered by Zhang Yan about his affair.

"…That's the situation. If Wang Shuang is really an MSBP patient, then the reason why he was willing to help Qin Yonghui was probably to get psychological satisfaction from making this girl better little by little. It can't be said that he loves her very much. If someone else suffered in front of him, they would probably get the same treatment. Zhang Yan may be different to him, but it doesn't matter.

"In fact, considering his crimes, he can't escape the death penalty, and he will have to face the judgment of the police, the procuratorate, the court, and even public opinion while he is still alive. Qin Yonghui's impulse will cause Zhang Yan's case to be dropped, and Wang Shuang will no longer have any responsibility. It's really a bargain for him."

Wei Cheng called the waiter to order the food, and then asked casually, "The case is closed, what are your plans?"
"Take a rest first." Xie Qingfei took the menu he handed over and glanced inadvertently, and found that there was a layer of gauze on the side of his neck that was half-submerged in the collar.
After the waiter left, she pointed at her neck and asked him, "How did you do that?"
Wei Cheng paused, then said lightly, "It's just a minor skin injury."
"It's just a superficial wound, does it need to be bandaged so tightly?"
"It prevents friction from clothes and bacterial infection." The reason he gave was irrefutable. "It's really nothing. It will be healed in a few days."

"Your patient is really... bad-tempered."

The cause of the injury was probably the same as the one on the back of his hand. Xie Qingfei did not ask any more questions, but her eyes kept on his neck. After he took off his coat, he was left with only a gray sweater with a shallow collar, which could not completely cover the gauze. He did not take it seriously, and only started to pinch his collar to cover it after she asked him questions, thinking that no one would notice this little action.
Xie Qingfei suddenly felt very distressed.

Previously, Xie Yinan asked her why they broke up, and she answered that they had different career plans. Later, Xie Yinan saw that she was busy with a case and couldn't go home all night, so he asked her privately if it was because the other party didn't support her work. After all, it is very painful to be the family member of a police officer without a bit of open-mindedness and patience beyond ordinary people.

On the contrary, Wei Cheng was too supportive of her. He knew that she was busy at work and had very little time at home, but he never complained. She would also experience many dangers, and no matter how worried and distressed he was, he would never ask her to change her position. Xie Qingfei felt that she had never met a man who understood her so well.

When she read Berlin's The Roots of Romanticism, it said, "The most terrible thing is mutual compromise, which is equivalent to saying that both of us betray our inner ideals." At that time, she thought that fortunately she and Wei Cheng had the same values ​​and hobbies, just like a mortise and tenon joint, and neither of them had to betray themselves. In fact, in the process of getting along, they did not encounter any conflicts caused by different ideas, which also made her lost in the sweetness and forget what "human nature" and "inevitable" meant.
It wasn't until she discovered that the love relationship she had been so proud of was not as flawless as she had thought, and that all this harmony was the result of his concessions, that she realized how naive she was.

The hot meals she could eat every time she came home and the thorough care she received every time she was injured were all earned by him sacrificing his own time. How many times had he turned down hard-earned training opportunities because of her, and how precious these opportunities were given the nature of his work.

After that, she didn't dare to let him know when she got into trouble. The last time, he came home at an unexpected time when he was still working the night shift, and ran into her adjusting the bandage on her abdomen in front of the mirror. Although she put down her clothes and changed the subject immediately, Wei Cheng was too sensitive to the smell of blood, and he couldn't hide it at all.

Xie Qingfei still remembered his expression at that time, which was both distressed and angry at her for covering up. He treated her wound without saying a word. She joked that it was good to have a doctor at home, but he glared at her angrily. She couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because of the pain. She opened her eyes dazedly and found that he was not asleep either. He was sitting by the bed, holding one of her hands carefully in his palm, tilting his head to look at the moonlight, wondering what he was thinking.
But the moonlight is probably not so clear and bright, the ripples come from his eyes.

Xie Qingfei suddenly realized that this was not fair to him. He definitely wanted a partner who was always healthy and safe, not one who made him worry and frightened all day long like she did.

A long time later, she learned that he had suddenly returned home that day to pack his bags for a business trip. He was going to meet a big shot who was visiting China for an exchange. The opportunity was precious and it was related to whether one of his papers could be successfully published. But he stayed to take care of her. This was not the first time, and it would certainly not be the last time, but she did not feel touched at all.

Xie Qingfei, a girl born in heaven, has received too much love from both men and women, so she doesn't think this thing is so precious. She has been independent since she was young, and family and love are too far away from her. She is unfamiliar with intimate relationships, not to mention resistance. Wei Cheng is already an accident in her life. He makes her willing to take steps to learn to love, trust and even rely on him from scratch, and open her heart little by little - but she still can't understand and can't imagine why some people are willing to sacrifice so much for each other just because of so-called love.
Perhaps someone like Wei Cheng, who grew up in love, is born with endless enthusiasm and abundant emotions, and can pour so much love into her, but she herself has very little, and most of it is filled by herself, leaving only a small amount for him. Such a comparison is not enough, so her first reaction is to escape.

Wei Cheng was shocked and surprised when she proposed to break up, and the reason she gave was even more unacceptable to him.
He said, "Okay, since you say you feel indebted to me, then the way to make it up to me is very simple. Just support my choice. I chose you and am willing to do anything for you. Just accepting it is the greatest compensation to me."
"You have to know that if we were in each other's shoes, I would not do this for you." Xie Qingfei hoped that he could understand what he meant.
"So what?" Wei Cheng asked in surprise, "I don't care."
Xie Qingfei said: "I care, what I hate most is others sacrificing for me."

She was always firm in her words, and would not be shaken by his disagreement if she decided to break up. Because they were at a stalemate, she even brought up his promise when they were together: I only want a little bit of your love, and I will do everything I can to make up for the rest. If one day you don't even want to maintain this little bit of love, it doesn't matter.
"So, you actually don't love me anymore, right?" Wei Cheng asked calmly.
He would probably give up only for this reason, so Xie Qingfei nodded and said yes.
Wei Cheng really said okay and it doesn’t matter.

Xie Qingfei hadn't seen him for three months, and her life had returned to the way it was when she was single. She didn't really need someone to wait for her at home no matter how late it was, and the injuries she had suffered wouldn't heal immediately just because someone cared about her. One person could solve 99% of the problems, and the remaining 1% could be solved by thinking about it. A partner was not a necessity in life. She also felt less guilty and stressed, which was not bad, wasn't it?

But now it was her turn to see Wei Cheng injured with her own eyes, as if she had traveled through time and space to empathize with him in the past. The perpetrator would not feel guilty about this minor skin injury, and the injured person would not take it to heart, but she felt very painful, as if a blunt knife was cutting her heart repeatedly.

The ordered dishes were served on the table one by one. Xie Qingfei picked up the knife and fork, remained silent for a while, and began to pile the food on the plate onto his plate.
Wei Cheng groaned, "Ouch!" and said helplessly, "You're picky before you even eat. Don't tell me you want to lose weight."
"Didn't you say last time that you liked these?" Xie Qingfei said in a low voice while concentrating on cutting meat.
Wei Cheng was stunned for a long time, then he grinned flattered and said, "Hey Xie Qingfei, do you want to get back together with me but are too embarrassed to say it directly, so you are hinting at me in a roundabout way?"
Xie Qingfei said with a smile: "How badly do I treat you normally that you would associate it with this because of a few bites of food."
Wei Cheng lowered his head a little embarrassedly: "It's just that I haven't eaten with you for a long time."

The atmosphere became heavy because of his words, and he no longer tried to conceal the loneliness between his brows.
Xie Qingfei's movements with the Western knife became very slow, not knowing how to respond to this sentence. After a long while, she finally spoke: "Wei Cheng."
He looked over immediately.
The words that were about to come out became extremely difficult to speak, and Xie Qingfei felt that the handles of the knife and fork in his hands were slippery due to sweat.
But in the end, she looked into his eyes and said calmly in his expectation: "If there is nothing else in the future, it is better for us to contact less."
When Wei Cheng heard this answer, he didn't even have time to show his disappointment. He stared at the plate in silence for a few seconds, then picked up the food she had added and fed it to his mouth. His dining etiquette was very good, even a little pleasing to the eye. He ate up all the food on the plate as if completing a task, as if to show that he was very obedient.
Not only is he obedient in this respect, he will not disobey her in anything else.

Xie Qingfei opened his mouth and for the first time wondered if he had gone too far. He silently stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, chewing it but finding it tasteless.
Wei Cheng also said nothing and let her words fall to the ground without anyone picking them up.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?" Xie Qingfei couldn't stand such a depressing atmosphere and tried to break the deadlock.
Wei Cheng wiped his mouth, squinted at her, and exaggerated: "Wow, how did you know? Can you read minds?"
Xie Qingfei said: "I didn't read it very clearly, what did you scold me for?"
Wei Cheng said bluntly: "Bad woman, no conscience, heartless and ungrateful, abandoning a child is against the law."
Xie Qingfei laughed at the end: "You said all these words?"

The atmosphere seemed to have returned to normal.

With a "ding" sound, the phone on the table rang with a message. Xie Qingfei subconsciously lowered her head and found that it was Wei Cheng's phone. At the same time, the facial unlock function was turned on by her.
Xie Qingfei: "..."
Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows, without explaining anything, and calmly picked up his phone to check the message.

"Zhang Yuheng is so lucky," he sighed, "He was stabbed and fell into the river but he didn't die. He even had time to send me a WeChat message."
"No way, his injury is quite serious." No man can stand the thought of losing his family line. Xie Qingfei's attention was drawn, and he asked curiously, "What did he say to you?"
"Here," Wei Cheng handed over the phone naturally and said, "You guys did a good job of keeping it secret. He thought I knew nothing."
Xie Qingfei took a look and found that it was the model introduction page of the Rolls-Royce official website. Zhang Yuheng sent a screenshot and asked again: [Is this Cullinan model easy to drive? I am planning to change my car, please give me some advice. ]

"This car... I think you have one too?" Xie Qingfei looked at the familiar black body and red interior, "But I haven't seen you driving it recently."

Speaking of recent, the two had only met last month. Wei Cheng was not the second-generation rich man who drove a sports car everywhere. He preferred SUVs. He drove a G-Class every time they met. But given the conditions, he still couldn't get rid of the habit of men loving cars, so he changed cars frequently. Xie Qingfei couldn't remember how many cars he had.
"It's because you said that driving that car on a daily basis makes me look like a professional driver." Wei Cheng said.

Maybe it took too long to get a reply, Zhang Yuheng sent another message: [699w is okay, why don’t I buy one to drive around with first, if it doesn’t drive well I’ll just throw it in the garage and let it gather dust.]
Xie Qingfei got a headache when he saw the words "699w is OK": "Take it away, take it away, it makes me upset just looking at it."
Wei Cheng was a little puzzled: "Why is he telling me this?"
Xie Qingfei: "Guess."
She had reminded him of this before, and Wei Cheng understood most of it after thinking about it for a while.

Then reply: [When will you pay me back the money I owe you? ]

The top of the screen displays “Input in Progress” and a white bubble pops up shortly afterwards.
[Come on, buddy, you really care about that little bit of money? ]
[Okay, okay, I'll give it back to you.]
[30 yuan, right? How much should I take? Should I pay the interest for the past few days?]
[You are exaggerating.]

Wei Cheng was speechless and deleted the dialog box.
Then he thought about it carefully and suddenly said worriedly, "Could it be that I am responsible for Zhang Yan's death?"
"The ending won't change with or without you, so stop taking the blame on yourself."
Although Xie Qingfei was stating the facts, this answer did not make the two people feel much better. After all, no matter what, Zhang Yan should not have died.

Wei Cheng could see the fatigue in her eyes. This kind of mental exhaustion is often not easy to detect. He was grateful that she was willing to face her weakness, which gave him the opportunity to glimpse into her heart.

"Okay, I'll delete him when I get my money back." Wei Cheng said in a deliberately angry tone.

Xie Qingfei couldn't help but laugh: "Come to think of it, he also told me a lot about your college life."
Wei Cheng looked calm: "I haven't done anything illegal, is he trying to discredit me?"
"He said that you didn't sleep in school on weekends and didn't know where you went to fool around." Xie Qingfei added privately, teasing, "So where did you go?"
Wei Cheng's expression was indeed not right. After a long while, he said, "You are not my girlfriend, why do you care about these things?"
"That's right." Xie Qingfei was not angry. "Then I'll ask Xi Ming later. Maybe he knows."
"Xie Qingfei!" Wei Cheng was even more anxious, "This is my privacy, you are not allowed to ask!"
Xie Qingfei asked curiously, "Did he really go out to have fun?"
Wei Cheng: “No.”
Xie Qingfei: "I am not against hedonism."
"I already said it wasn't true," Wei Cheng raised his eyes angrily, and when he glanced out the window, he paused, "It's snowing."
Xie Qingfei didn't believe it: "Don't change the subject."
"Really, look at it." He said seriously.

Xie Qingfei turned around and saw that snowflakes were really falling outside.

It was an overcast noon, the sky was gloomy and filled with a lifeless grey. The colors of the few scattered clouds were particularly abrupt, like the mottled redness on a woman's face after being washed away by tears.
But the crystal and lively snowflakes are vying to fly. Even if they are evaporated before falling to the ground, it cannot stop the rhythm of their flying skirts, because as long as they continue to gather enthusiastically, they can always cover the earth with pure white.

Snowflakes are dynamic, but Xie Qingfei's heart calmed down at this moment. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the glass. She seemed to be able to feel the snow through the cold layer. She turned back and wanted to share this strange feeling with Wei Cheng, but found that he had stopped looking at the snow and was staring at her. His expression was gentle and his eyes were focused, as if they would not change for a hundred years.

He has a pair of eyes that are very loving, but they only care about her.
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Volume 1: The Hand Holding the Knife - End
(End of this chapter)