newbobooks Chapter 323
Chapter 323
Sang Shulan squeezed some detergent onto the shirt that was splattered with oil and rubbed it vigorously. The sides of her hands turned red from the force.
The scent of lemon is very fresh, with a familiar feeling of chemical products, and the bubbles of detergent can show colorful light under the light of frosted glass.
"Ms. Sang, thank you so much!"
Zhao Qing, who had just finished his night shift, rubbed his hands embarrassedly, his face a little red, which was caused by the steaming pot of braised pork.
"It's nothing, it's just something that comes naturally. Last time you spent the whole afternoon moving fabrics for me, and I didn't even thank you for it!"
There was foam on Sang Shulan's hands, and the long hair hanging beside her face felt a little itchy. She raised her shoulders and rubbed it slightly. When the corners of her mouth turned up, a row of neat teeth were revealed, looking strong and healthy.
"I'm strong, I'm not a big deal, we're just neighbors, it's my duty to take care of you."
Zhao Qing didn't want to eat the steaming hot rice on the table by himself. Since his parents passed away, he hadn't enjoyed a meal prepared by someone else in such a late night for a long time.
"Please stop busying yourself, let's have a bite together!"
Zhao Qing watched Sang Shulan wring out the clothes and said hurriedly, "I'll go hang it up!"
Sang Shulan shook her head: "Don't take up my hands. Just get me a clothes hanger and I'll hang it up."
Zhao Qing agreed quickly with an "ah hey" and trotted into the house to remove the wire hanger.
He has always lived alone and was not very particular about things. He didn't know when he bought the clothes hanger. The blue plastic wrapping on the outside was now mottled, revealing the original metal color inside.
Sang Shulan didn't say anything. She took the clothes hanger, rinsed it, wiped off the water, and then asked, "Brother Zhao, do you have any unused mineral water bottles at home?"
Zhao Qing nodded, took out two, cut each in half according to Sang Shulan's instructions, and then fixed them to both sides of the hanger, just fitting the rusty metal surface.
"This way both ends are round, so when you hang the shirts out to dry they won't have a sharp corner on one side."
Zhao Qing responded with a chuckle. Sang Shulan was standing in front of the clothesline in the yard hanging clothes. When they turned around, they looked at each other.
Zhao Qing was wearing a police uniform with a pointed corner on one side and was smiling like a simple old farmer.
Sang Shulan curved her lips and smiled.
Zhao Qing thought, there should be something else he could do for her.
This is a kind person.
A kind, tough person who loves life.
So one night, after he finished a bucket of instant noodles in the office with a hungry stomach, another colleague took advantage of the darkness and found a secluded room to sleep in.
He tapped on the keyboard and searched for Sang Shulan's name in the system.
School, address, former marriage, when his flashing old office computer slid down to a familiar name, Zhao Qing put down the half-drunk instant noodle soup, shut down the system, and took the key to the archive room to open the box he had sorted out a few days ago.
One year, two years, three years…nine years ago.
A criminal who had been on the run for many years due to repeated thefts was finally arrested and brought to justice. Unable to bear the pressure of long interrogation, he confessed countless evidences of his crimes. In the gaps between his words, the man cried with tears and snot streaming down his face. He only said that he was blinded by greed at the time and bore the sin of his whole life for a few thousand dollars.
He had been a thief for many years but had never killed anyone. However, he was really penniless at the time and his creditors threatened to chop off his hands if he could not pay them back. A young man wearing glasses and sunglasses found him and asked him to help drive the car to cause a car accident.
He was able to escape the charges smoothly. He no longer had to be involved in the insurance company's affairs, and he never saw that man again.
Zhao Qing checked his confession word by word, and the dim incandescent light illuminated the past that had been buried for many years.
He summarized in his mind all the information that Sang Shulan revealed during the chat, and also put the name of her ex-husband into the system for verification.
Zhao Qing searched the name "Ni Fangqun" on his mobile phone again, and the ranking of local entrepreneurs popped up on the web page, with Qunxing Group ranking third.
Zhao Qing hesitated for a long time and saved a photo of the ribbon-cutting ceremony for a real estate project on his mobile phone.
He wanted to take advantage of the Saturday off to go and ask the prisoner who was serving his sentence in the nearby city.