pampered by him

Chapter 89 The Decision of Fang Inscription
She spoke with ease, like she was talking about today's weather and what's for dinner.

But Fang Mingwen felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, a feeling he had never felt before, which made the tip of his nose sour and his chest tight.

From childhood to adulthood, this is the first time someone has affirmed his potential and value so directly.

Even Qiu Ping never affirmed him in this way.

Qiu Ping is his sister, to be precise, he is a little beggar rescued by Qiu Ping's kindness.

The two of them are not related by blood, but they rely on each other in this city and try to survive.

Qiu Ping gave Fang Mingwen a home, a mouthful of hot food, and a place to rest in the midst of the storm.

In any case, Fang Mingwen was brought up by Qiu Ping. Qiu Ping knew that Fang Mingwen had ambitions, and he couldn't wait to change his current life.

But the cruelty of reality and the hardships of living in big cities made Qiu Ping more timid. She kept telling Fang Mingwen to be a diligent person, as long as she lived in peace, that was the best.

Fang Mingwen didn't want Qiu Ping to worry, so he followed her in the old city.

until four years ago.

Qiu Ping went out to work and never came back.

Fang Mingwen spent four years looking for Qiu Ping's whereabouts. From being reported missing to being disheartened, and from being forgotten by everyone, he is still searching hard.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

The moment Fang Mingwen saw the corpse hidden in the concrete pillar in the museum that day, the obsession that had been suppressed in Fang Mingwen's heart for four years finally dissipated.

With the body, the police can continue to investigate, and one day he will be able to bury Qiu Ping's body in the ground intact.

I don't know how long time passed, but the sky outside became pitch black.

The business card in Fang Mingwen's hand was also crumpled into a ball.

He moved, then stood up and re-washed his face, combed his hair and put on a set of clean clothes, as if he had made a decision.

At 09:30 in the evening, the alleys in the old town became lively again.

The mottled stone wall was brightly illuminated by the flashing blue and red lights of the police car, and the sound of messy footsteps and unknown neighbors poked their heads out of the window one after another gossip.

Wen Le led the team into Fang Mingwen's home.

The young man seemed to know they were coming early in the morning, and his face was calm and unwavering.

Wen Le said everything according to the procedure, and then announced Fang Mingwen's charges.

"Let's go." He glanced at the door, handcuffs in his hands.

"Before you take me away, I want to make another call." Fang Mingwen stood up slowly, and picked up the smoothed business card on the table.

Fang Mingwen's robbery of the museum was a certainty, and all he had to wait for now was the lawyer's arrival and his verdict.

In the detention room, Fang Mingwen was locked up with other people who were arrested tonight.

Most of them are drunks who are delirious and come in because of fighting and hurting people.

Sitting in the corner, Fang Mingwen looked out of place.

"Boy, why did you come in?" A middle-aged man who was still sober walked up to Fang Mingwen and asked with folded arms.

Fang Mingwen glanced at him and said nothing.

"Hey, you're quite proud. Has anyone come to get you out this late at night?" The middle-aged man was wearing a shirt and suit, and he looked like a dog.

"You have this skill, why don't you care about yourself." Fang Mingwen felt that he was noisy, and replied with a frown.

"Come and talk to your uncle, no matter who you are waiting for now, you will have to wait for a long time. Uncle is no longer familiar with the process here, so let's talk!" The middle-aged man leaned towards Fang Mingwen's side , very familiar.

(End of this chapter)