Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

Du Biao didn't even glance at it, mocking him for believing every rumor: "How could that be? Ah Chen must be just messing with us out of boredom, right?"

"Really? It's been reported on the news." The brown-haired boy shoved his phone in front of Du's face.

Song Zhiwen also came over to look: "Who is this? Is he your friend?"

Du Biao then looked closely and saw that it was information released by the official news account. The second son of the Wang Group of Jewelry mentioned in the article was clearly Wang Yichen.

"Good heavens..." Du Biao exclaimed, "Could he be getting his comeuppance for all the bad things he's done?"

Song Zhiwen was confused: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a friend from my circle when I was studying abroad." Du Biao casually put his hand on Song Zhiwen's shoulder and handed her a glass of wine.

Song Zhiwen took the wine but didn't drink it: "Wang's Jewelry, is that the one I know? The one that's famous for making necklaces."

"Yes, that's the one."

"But weren't you friends? He suddenly died, aren't you even concerned?"

"There's nothing to care about." Du Biao's mood soured when Wang Yichen was mentioned.

In the study abroad circle, the class of wealthy students is very clear. Du Biao's family is among the best, and everyone else in the circle has to fawn over him.

But Wang Yichen's family was even more powerful than his; his father repeatedly instructed him to cultivate a good relationship with him.

"Building a good relationship" means—fawning over Wang Yichen like others fawn over him.

Unfortunately, Wang Yichen has a terrible personality.

He has lived a very frustrating life these past few years.

With Wang Yichen dead, he's now the boss, and he's probably overjoyed.

"He did a lot of bad things when he was studying abroad, so his early death is retribution." Du Biao took a deep drag on his cigar, the smell of which mingled with the perfume scent of Song Zhiwen next to him, making him dizzy.

"What bad things has he done? Like bullying classmates?"

"Hahaha!"

Several young men couldn't help but laugh when they heard her naive words.

Du Biao laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and patted Song Zhiwen on the shoulder: "Little sister, I wish you could always be this innocent."

Du Biao quietly leaned close to Song Zhiwen's ear, his breath, smelling of smoke and alcohol, brushing against her earlobe: "Bullying classmates is something kids do, but that guy... he's killed someone."

"Huh!" Song Zhiwen covered her mouth in surprise. "Really?"

"OK."

"Won't I get arrested?"

"Who cares about you abroad? Want to know what we international students do for fun?"

Song Zhiwen nodded with great curiosity.

Du Biao gave a wicked smile and touched Song Zhiwen's leg with a hint of something else in his expression. Song Zhiwen's hand was on his leg, and Du Biao took the opportunity to touch it.

The two stood very close, their body heat slowly mingling through their clothes.

"It's a bit noisy here, would you like to go to a private room? It'll just be the two of us, and I'll tell you all about our happy times together without reservation."

Song Zhiwen blinked, then slowly put on a smile: "Okay."

Du Biao put his arm around Song Zhiwen as they stood up and greeted the others.

The white-haired man sighed, "He's already leaving with a beautiful woman? That's really not very nice."

After the two had walked a few steps, Song Zhiwen heard a gloating voice behind them: "It has to be Brother Du, he's got it done so quickly."

"Hey, how many days do you think it will take him to dump this girl this time?"

"Forget about dumping her or not, don't you guys know Brother Du's interests? I'm just afraid this woman is going to get played again."

Song Zhiwen remained silent and was steadily led by Du Biao.

Du Biao even turned back to look at her considerately: "Are you drunk? Do you need me to help you walk?"

Song Zhiwen gently shook her head: "No need."

This is an entertainment complex that integrates entertainment and leisure. There is a public bar downstairs and KTV rooms on the second floor.

They booked a luxurious private room. Du Biao pulled Song Zhiwen to sing two songs together. As the alcohol took effect, he slumped onto Song Zhiwen's shoulder.

Taking the opportunity, Song Zhiwen asked in a low voice, "I'm still very curious about what Wang Yichen did. How did he kill someone?"

Du Biao was too drunk to notice that Song Zhiwen had called out Wang Yichen's name.

"Why are you so curious about him?" Du Biao reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer to him. "Can't you be a little more curious about me?"

Du felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction upon smelling the men's cologne on his body tinged with Song Zhiwen's scent.

"Since he's already dead, it wouldn't matter if I told him, right?"

died……

That damned Wang Yichen is dead.

Du Biao suddenly laughed, his whole body trembling with laughter, his face buried in Song Zhiwen's collarbone.

Song Zhiwen silently turned his head to one side.

"That's true." Du Biao finished laughing, then looked up and picked up the microphone, his voice echoing in the private room.

"If it weren't for that guy, I might still be abroad right now."

"Life abroad is so free! It's so boring back in China."

"He drugged his lackey at the party, you know, that kind of drug. Who knew his lackey would resist to the death? So this idiot pushed him into the swimming pool and made us hold him down. He died."

"That lackey is an idiot too. Everyone at the party was drinking, what kind of talk is it if he comes and doesn't drink?"

Song Zhiwen's eyes gradually turned cold, but Du Biao didn't notice.

"You know what, that little lackey happens to be the son of his family's butler. That idiot Wang Yichen doesn't even pretend to be guilty. He has no remorse for killing someone. He even called to mock their butler and rushed back to China overnight to show off in front of the butler."

He then scoffed, "What a madman."

"He's dead. It must have been the butler who did it. He deserved it."

Song Zhiwen said, slowly and deliberately, "I see."

Du Biao didn't want to say anything more; he had more important things to do than with that idiot.

His hands began to wander, roaming over Song Zhiwen's body.

Song Zhiwen pretended to push it twice.

Du Biao's gaze fell on her face, and he reached out to remove her mask: "Take off your mask."

Song Zhiwen didn't refuse this time, letting him take off his mask and reveal his delicate and beautiful face.

Du Biao stared wide-eyed.

I thought it would be pretty, but I never imagined it would be this pretty.

He lives abroad most of the year and doesn't know many domestic celebrities; he barely recognizes any of them.

He couldn't help but praise Song Zhiwen: "You're good-looking enough to be a star, right? How about I become your sugar daddy and you become a star? I guarantee I'll make you famous."

Song Zhiwen covered her mouth and laughed: "No way, I'm not interested in being a celebrity."

Du Biao immediately followed up, his tone soft and ambiguous: "So, are you interested in me?"

Song Zhiwen drawled in an ambiguous tone, "Well... I'm quite interested in that."

Du Biao released Song Zhiwen, poured her a glass of wine, and then took out a packet from his pocket containing white powder. He poured the powder into the wine in front of Song Zhiwen.

"This is life in our circle."

"Give it a try, you'll be very happy after you drink it."