The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

On the other side, downstairs in Wenwen's apartment building.

"The situation isn't good. The information I've gathered is that all the existing evidence points to Yun Ziqian, but what's strange is that the surveillance footage from the stairwell and the apartment building can't be found."

As Qiu An listened to Ren Hong's voice on the phone, she stood outside Wen Wen's apartment building, looking up at it from below.

We've also inquired with Jiang Wenshi, but there's still no news.

"When is Yun Zi'ang coming back? The Yun family must be in an uproar right now," Ren Hong said.

Qiu An glanced at the time. "I just called him. He should have booked his ticket and be on his way back by now."

"I'm hanging up now."

"OK."

Qiu An stood in the shadows of the trees outside the apartment building, not in a hurry to go up.

Police tape was put up at the entrance of the building, and several police officers were questioning a middle-aged man next to a small electric car parked outside the building.

The car was parked perfectly, with the front facing the entrance of the apartment building.

Qiu An understood the police's intention at a glance. The surveillance cameras in the stairwell and apartment building were gone, but if the car had a dashcam, it might have been able to capture something.

The man, wearing a drab gray jacket and slightly overweight, appeared flustered as the two policemen questioned him; his face trembled slightly.

He rubbed his hands together, explaining repeatedly, "This is just a mobility scooter my elderly relatives use for grocery shopping. It doesn't have a dashcam, it's just a basic old man's vehicle, nothing that fancy..."

The police questioned him for a while, but when they couldn't get any information out of him, they took down his identification information and let him go.

The man thanked him repeatedly and turned to walk towards the next building.

Qiu An emerged from behind the tree and followed at a leisurely pace.

After entering the elevator of the building next door, the man pressed the floor button, and Qiu An followed him in.

As the elevator doors closed, the man seemed to sense something, glancing sideways. Qiu An raised her hand and patted his shoulder.

The man turned around almost instinctively, and in an instant, he saw a faint red light explode in front of him.

His gaze instantly became unfocused, and he leaned against the elevator wall like a puppet whose strings had been pulled out.

"Where is the dashcam?" Qiu An asked.

The man's lips moved slightly, his voice flat and wooden: "It was bought two hours ago."

Who bought it?

"A man, wearing a black hat and a gray coat. He gave me 100,000 yuan and asked me to give him the dashcam." The man paused, then, as if being pulled by something, continued speaking, "After he bought it, he got in his car and drove away."

The man gave out the license plate number.

Qiu An wrote down the license plate number but didn't keep any more details.

He turned around, pressed the button to open the elevator door, and walked out.

Behind him, the elevator doors closed again, and the man, as if power had been cut off, slumped softly into the corner of the elevator.

Qiu An sent the license plate number to Yun Ziang and also sent a message to Jiang Wenshi, asking him to check it.

Meanwhile, in a detached villa in a top-tier residential area in Beijing, a muffled thud was heard, like something heavy hitting the floor.

Fu Yuheng was being held down by two bodyguards. The kick he had just received had landed squarely on his stomach, causing him to curl up in pain.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and looked up at the woman in front of him.

The woman sat on the sofa, her blonde hair flowing freely, her blue eyes serene, wearing a sharply tailored black silk dress, her high heels clicking on the plush carpet.

She held a glass of red wine, watching the lively scene with a cold gaze.

This woman's name is Fura, and she is Fu Yuheng's wife.

"You dare hit me?" Fu Yuheng forced out the words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling. "Fura, are you crazy? The Fu family won't let you get away with this! This is China, what you've done is illegal!"

Fura took a small sip of her drink, leaned down to look at him, her expression a mixture of pity and contempt: "What business is it of anyone else's if I discipline my own husband?"

She paused, then said, "As for the Fu family... the worst thing they could do right now is to stand up for you again."

"You should think about how you're going to handle this situation first."

Fu Yuheng's chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot, but he dared not shout anymore.

He knew this woman's temper, and he also knew that he had used every means to get into this marriage.

This woman has a very powerful background. Let alone hitting him, even if she threw him out of this villa, no one would dare to stop her.

"Continue." Fura waved her hand gently.

The bodyguard next to him had just taken a step forward when Fu Yuheng went limp: "Stop hitting me! I was wrong... I was wrong, okay?!"

His voice was clearly pleading, and all his previous toughness had vanished.

Fura raised her hand, signaling the bodyguards to stop.

She looked at Fu Yuheng as if he were a dog that had finally been kicked into submission: "What did you do wrong?"

Fu Yuheng lowered his head, blood still stained his lips, and stammered, "I shouldn't have seen her, shouldn't have contacted her, shouldn't have cheated on her... Fura, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"I will never do it again."

Fura chuckled softly, placed her wine glass on the coffee table, slowly rose and walked to him, the pointed toe of her high heels gently lifting his chin: "Heng, you've hurt me so much."

"You're such a liar."

This man used sweet words to deceive her into marriage, but after they got married, she discovered that he was a womanizer and a habitual liar.

Fura lowered her eyes and touched her belly. "For the sake of our child, I'll tolerate you one more time."

"If you dare to betray me again, I will break your legs, lock you up here, and forbid you to go anywhere."

Fu Yuheng looked at Fura with fear in his eyes.

Fura coldly withdrew her foot, turned around and walked upstairs, adding casually, "I've already taught that woman a lesson."

Fu Yuheng suddenly looked up: "What did you do to her?"

Fura didn't turn around, her tone casual: "Let her know she shouldn't touch my things. And let her never come looking for you again in this lifetime."

The two bodyguards left with Fura, leaving Fu Yuheng alone, kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

Fu Yuheng stared blankly at Fura's disappearing figure around the corner of the stairs, when suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

He was completely deceived by Fura's sweet appearance and never expected her to be so ruthless.

He clutched his throbbing ribs and tried to get up from the ground, but he couldn't stand up no matter how many times he tried.

"Damn it!" Fu Yuheng cursed angrily.

He has to find a way to get a divorce.

Otherwise, he would be killed by Fura before he could even take over her property.

Suddenly, Fu Yuheng's phone rang.

Fu Yuheng followed the sound and found the phone that had been thrown next to the sofa.

He staggered to his feet, walked over, picked up the phone, and found the screen completely shattered.

Fu Yuheng swiped twice, but couldn't get it to move. His phone kept ringing, which annoyed him so much that he angrily threw it aside.

The phone rolled twice on the ground, and somehow the call was connected.

The anxious voice of a friend could be heard coming from inside.

"Fu Yuheng! Wen Wen is dead! The police have come to my place."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

Fu Yuheng froze, then scrambled over to pick up his phone, held it to his face, and anxiously asked, "What did you say?"

"Wen Wen was murdered tonight, and the suspect is said to be Yun Mingyi's nephew, Yun Ziqian. Holy crap, that's huge gossip!"

"Didn't you sleep with Wenwen last night? Do you know anything about what happened? Have the police contacted you?"

Wenwen is dead.

Fu Yuheng thought about what Fura had just said and slowly raised his eyes to look at the stairs.

Was it made by Fura?

Fu Yuheng's eyelashes fluttered, then the corners of his mouth turned up into a ferocious smile. "Damn it, I thought this was Italy."

"you are done!"

He couldn't help but let out a few muffled laughs, but after a few laughs, the pain aggravated his injury.

Fu Yuheng clutched his ribs, his brows furrowed in pain. Then, a metallic smell suddenly rose up, and he coughed violently, leaving specks of crimson blood on the floor.

......

"Uncle, Ziqian sent that video to Fu Yuheng's wife, and then this happened that night."

The speaker was Min Yangbing, a good friend of Yun Ziqian.

He was the one who helped Yun Ziqian arrange to meet Fu Yuheng; he knew Yun Ziqian's plan.

He knew that Yun Ziqian disliked Wen Wen, but Yun Ziqian wouldn't be such an impulsive person.

Min Yangbing said gravely, "Ziqian has probably been set up."

After listening to Min Yangbing's account of the whole story, Yun Mingyuan only replied with one sentence, "Fura di Martino?"

"Yes, it's her." Min Yangbing's expression was complicated. He thought to himself, "As expected of the infamous Mafia, they are so lawless in their actions."

Fura comes from the Di Martino family in Italy, which is very powerful. In recent years, they have gradually laundered some of their businesses and have some trade dealings with Italy.

"Uncle, I'm so sorry, I should..." Before Min Yangbing could finish speaking, Yun Mingyuan hung up the phone.