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The elevator doors opened at that moment.

Liang Yu, arm in arm with Lin Xiao, stepped out of the elevator and said softly:

"Probably not, we don't have much interaction with Kang Liang."

"Besides, Yan Qi picks me up and drops me off almost every day. He knows where I go, so why would I need Kang Liang to monitor me?"

Lin Xiao raised his hand and scratched his head, asking suspiciously:

"I always felt that Kang Liang deliberately moved in next door to you."

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Yu replied softly:

"I suspect that the person who has been living next door to me might actually be Yan Qi."

"It's probably because Yan Qi used to drive me to and from get off work, and he found it troublesome to travel back and forth to the city, so he had Kang Liang rent the house next door to me."

Lin Xiao nodded in agreement, reached out to open the passenger door for Liang Yu, and said:

"Now that you mention it, I think it makes a lot of sense."

After watching Liang Yu get into the passenger seat, Lin Xiao closed the car door, walked around the front of the car to the driver's seat, and while fastening her seatbelt, said:

"Then tell me, yesterday Kang Liang kept coming to borrow a cutting board, then a spatula, then seasonings—could it have been Yan Qi who instructed him to do it?"

Liang Yu shook his head and replied softly:

"I don't know either, maybe so."

Lin Xiao started the car, turning the steering wheel as he said, as if drawing a conclusion:

"I think it was probably Yan Qi who instigated it."

"Think about it, Kang Liang is Yan Qi's assistant. How many people outside are trying to curry favor with Kang Liang? Why would Kang Liang need to cook for himself?"

"Furthermore, the friends Kang Liang comes into contact with under his identity would never be brought home for dinner; they would definitely go to a restaurant."

"So, it must have been Yan Qi who sent him."

Lin Xiao paused, gritted his teeth, and continued:

"I wonder why Yan Qi made Kang Liang run to your place again and again yesterday. What mischief is Yan Qi up to?"

Lin Xiao then glanced at Liang Yu and advised:

"Xiao Yu, why don't you come stay at my place for a while?"

Liang Yu thought for a moment, then replied softly:

"Okay, I'll stay at your place tonight. You can take me to work with you. You can go to work, and I'll go to the hospital to stay with Grandma. We'll depend on each other from now on."

After watching Liang Yu and Lin Xiao leave, Kang Liang turned back to Yan Qi's side and whispered:

"Young Master Qi, Miss Liang has left..."

Yan Qi's cold, hard lips curled into a chilling smile as he replied:

"Go and give Shi Yue a proper interrogation."

In the damp, cold basement, the smell of mold mixed with a faint rusty odor lingered in the enclosed space.

The only light source was an explosion-proof light embedded in the ceiling above, its cold white light slicing through the shadows in the corner.

Shi Yue was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back. Her expensive dress was already torn and messy, with dust and almost invisible dark red bloodstains on the hem.

Her hair fell in disarray, obscuring most of her face, revealing only a bluish chin and a pair of eyes fixed on the ground.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind Shi Yue.

The footsteps were extremely light, yet they carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Unlike the bodyguards' heavy, chaotic footsteps, this footstep had a certain regular rhythm.

Like a sharp scalpel, it cut into Shi Yue's nerves again and again.

Shi Yue's back suddenly tensed, her fingertips curled wildly under the rough chair surface, her nails almost digging into the wood.

Yan Qi stopped three steps behind Shi Yue.

A chilling, black voice outlined Yan Qi's perfect figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

The shirt cuffs were meticulously rolled up to the forearms, revealing a platinum watch on the wrist, its dial gleaming faintly in the cold light.

Yan Qi didn't speak, but simply tilted his head slightly.

Kang Liang, who was standing to the side, immediately understood and stepped forward.

Kang Liang's face was expressionless, and he held a small, transparent glass bottle in his hand. Inside the bottle was the poisoned needle that Shi Yue had used to attack Liang Yu earlier.

Kang Liang held the glass bottle up to Shi Yue's eyes and shook it, asking in a calm voice as if stating a trivial official matter:

"Miss Shi, who gave you this needle?"

Shi Yue's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly, then she straightened up again.

She slowly raised her head, and beneath her disheveled hair, her eyes were bloodshot, yet they held a hint of desperate ruthlessness.

She looked at Kang Liang, a twisted smile tugging at the corners of her mouth:

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Shi Yue didn't know why Kang Liang would keep that poisoned needle.

But she knew that if she revealed the origin of the poison needle, even if Kang Liang didn't kill her, the person who gave her the poison needle would.

Kang Liang didn't reply, but turned his head to look at Yan Qi for instructions.

Yan Qi stood in the shadows, his dark eyes unfathomable.

It is like a frozen pool that has been silent for thousands of years, and also like a beast that is lurking and ready to pounce at any moment.

Yan Qi looked at Shi Yue with no warmth in his eyes, as if he were looking at a lifeless object.

He slightly raised his chin.

Kang Liang immediately turned around and gave a wink to the two bodyguards behind him.

A bodyguard immediately stepped forward, holding a small pair of pliers.

Shi Yue's pupils suddenly contracted, and her breathing became rapid.

She stared at the gleaming pliers, her body trembling uncontrollably, yet she gritted her teeth, refusing to utter a sound.

The bodyguard moved swiftly, grabbing one of Shi Yue's fingers, the jaws of the pliers slowly closing on her fingernail, and then pulling hard.

A scream of agony suddenly rang out.

The excruciating pain shot through my entire body like an electric shock.

Shi Yue's face turned deathly pale instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. Large beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, hit the ground, and spread out a small dark stain.

She screamed, begged for mercy, and struggled frantically, like a person on the verge of death.

But Shi Yue still didn't reveal who gave her the poisoned needle.

Shi Yue's fingers were already red and swollen, and fresh blood was gushing out from the flesh where the nails had come off.

She cried out and gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, her whole body trembling with pain.

Kang Liang's voice rang out again, still calm and without any discernible emotion:

"Miss Shi, my patience is limited. You'd better give me an answer sooner rather than later."

Shi Yue looked at Kang Liang with tears streaming down her face, still stubbornly refusing to say anything:

"I don't know what that is, so just kill me. I don't know anything."

"And let me tell you, do you think you can get away with arresting me just because Liang Yu is here?"

"If anything happens to me, Liang Yu won't live either!"

A flicker of emotion crossed Yan Qi's eyes when Liang Yu's name was mentioned.

The ripple flashed by so quickly that it was imperceptible.

Yan Qi glanced at Kang Liang and nodded slightly.

Kang Liang immediately understood Yan Qi's meaning and shouted towards the iron door of the basement:

"Bring the things in."

The iron gate was slowly pushed open, making a piercing creaking sound, and a cold wind immediately rushed in.

Two bodyguards dragged an iron cage into the basement.

Inside the iron cage was a large Doberman Pinscher.

The dog was completely black, muscular, and had a ferocious appearance. It had drool dripping from its mouth and its eyes glowed green under the light, making it look extremely vicious.

The Doberman started howling wildly as soon as it entered the basement, scratching at the iron cage with its paws as if it wanted to run out and bite someone.

The moment Shi Yue saw the Doberman, she went berserk, struggling desperately in her chair and screaming incessantly.

Shi Yue was bitten by a large dog when she was young, and she has a deep psychological trauma to all dogs. Even a small teddy bear can make her tremble with fear.

The bodyguard dragged the iron cage to Shi Yue's chair, less than a meter away from her.

As if in a stress response, Shi Yue screamed and struggled even more desperately, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

She was trembling violently, as if she would faint at any moment.

With a sob in her voice, Shi Yue struggled to squeeze out two words:

I said…

Yan Qi then raised his hand.

Kang Liang immediately signaled the bodyguards to stop, and the barking of the Doberman was forcibly suppressed, leaving only heavy panting.

In the basement, only Shi Yue's sobs and rapid breathing remained for a moment.

Kang Liang took out a voice recorder, turned it on, and placed it in front of Shi Yue.

Shi Yue's eyes were unfocused, and her brows and eyes revealed a deep sense of fear and despair.

She looked at Kang Liang and said, word by word, with difficulty:

"It's...it's the person who called me via satellite phone..."

"He sent me a package, and inside was that poisoned needle..."

"He said that if this poisoned needle were stuck in Liang Yu's face, Liang Yu would be disfigured, and then...and slowly die, with no trace of poisoning found..."

Shi Yue spoke her last words very softly, yet they struck Yan Qi's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yan Qi's eyes suddenly turned sharp, like a drawn blade, as if it could dissect the other party at any moment.

His hands, held tightly at his sides, were clenched into fists, the knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

Kang Liang put away the recorder, looked at Yan Qi, and waited for his next instructions.

Yan Qi's icy gaze fell on Shi Yue, and he parted his thin lips slightly, giving a low command:

"Put that needle back into her face."

Shi Yue's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from her face instantly.

She shook her head frantically and struggled desperately, causing the chair, which was fixed to the ground, to shake violently and make a creaking sound.

Shi Yue's wailing was extremely shrill, filled with a desperate plea:

"No! You can't do this! I've already told you! I've already told you everything!"

"Please let me go...please let me go..."

Kang Liang put on gloves and expressionlessly took the poisoned needle out of the glass bottle.

He walked up to Shi Yue, grabbed her chin, and forced her to tilt her head back.

Shi Yue's face was covered in tears, her eyes were filled with fear, and she shook her head desperately, repeatedly shouting "No!"

But Kang Liang had no time to feel sorry for her at that moment.

He gripped Shi Yue's chin tightly, then plunged the poisoned needle into the skin of her cheek.

Shi Yue let out a frantic scream.

Kang Liang did not remove the poisoned needle, but instead loosened Shi Yue's jaw, letting her remain tied to the chair and go crazy.

After seeing the poisoned needle pierce Shi Yue's cheek, Yan Qi turned and walked out of the basement.

After hearing Kang Liang's footsteps approaching, he coldly gave an order:

Leave the dog behind.

Everyone followed Yan Qi out of the basement.

The moment the basement iron door closed, Shi Yue's heart-wrenching screams echoed out.

Yan Qi strode towards the Rolls-Royce, giving instructions to Kang Liang as he went:

"Immediately check the shipping address of that package, follow the clues, dig deep, and find the person behind it."

"Also, keep an eye on Shi Yue. Don't let her die, and don't let her go insane."