Chapter 93 Tracking

After a while, he left and I sat down for a while, enjoying the quiet of the coffee shop at night.

I remember everything Lu Buyuan did just now, his expression, and the time he paused to answer my question. I remember it very clearly, and I am sure that he has a lot to hide from me about his wife.

The more he hid it, the more I felt that the bold idea in my heart was right.

I went back to the hotel and planned to talk about it the next day. At 7: 30 in the morning, I snuck out to the hospital and took a look at the watch in Lu Buyuan's department. He was on a day shift today. If nothing happened, he should be off work by 5: 00.

I took a taxi on time and waited at the entrance of the hospital. As soon as Lu Buyuan's car came back, I immediately followed him to their neighborhood.

I got out of the taxi and watched his car drive to the underground parking lot. It was hard for me to follow him on foot, so I had to find a random building to go in and press it to the second floor. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw him parking.

I saw him park his car, carry his bag and follow the other elevator up the stairs. I ran over and saw which floor the elevator was on, the 16th floor. I pressed the button to go up. When the elevator arrived, I walked in and pressed the 17th floor.

I got to the 17th floor, went down one more staircase to the 16th floor.

I opened the lid of the trash can, held my breath, and flipped through it. Lu Buyuan was a doctor. I came into contact with him and found that he was a person who was not afraid of trouble and loved cleanliness. I took out the trash bag that was tied inside and opened it.

A pair of gauze, cotton swabs, cotton balls, etc., were exposed, and there was blood on them.

I wrapped one in paper and stuffed it into my pocket. I rummaged through the rest and became more convinced that this bag of garbage belonged to the Lu Buyuan family. He said his wife had an operation. As for what operation, he said appendicitis.

I don't believe it at all.

If it was a minor operation like appendicitis, he didn't need to pause or hesitate at all, so he could blurt it out, so I was sure that this operation couldn't be told to anyone, and I couldn't think of anything.

I went downstairs, pressed the elevator to the first floor, and out of their neighborhood, I immediately went to the hospital, took my blood, and compared it to the blood stains on the gauze.

The result was two days, which meant I had to wait in the hotel for two days.

Looking at the night scene in North city, my heart was heavy. I wanted to think about my sister, but my thoughts couldn't help but drift to Fu Jing. Where he is now, how he is doing, all of which made me worried.

The phone rang strangely. It was a wechat call from Liu Mang.

"Chen Qing, your father is going to be cremated. Are you really not coming back to see him?"

I looked out the window and my eyes twinkled. "Do whatever you want. I'm not his daughter anymore. I can't see him through."

"Everyone is dead. Why are you still worrying about the past? Neither you nor your sister came back. Ning Jing, on the other hand, came back to see her."

I was surprised. "She went back? How do you know?"

"A while ago, my grandmother broke her leg. I've been taking care of her at home. When I saw her, she wasn't as good-tempered as you and scolded me. But then the two of them sat down and chatted for a while. I told her about your family, and she went to see your father."

Oh, I didn't know how to respond.

"If you don't come back, I'll tell the people in the nursing home that you won't regret getting rid of the ashes."

Will you regret it? Probably not.

I hung up the phone and couldn't stay in the room anymore. I took my wallet and ran downstairs to find something to eat. I just came downstairs and ran into jiang miao looking for me.

"I'm going to eat something. Do you want to join me?" I braced myself up and asked.

He shook the car keys. "There's a new hotpot restaurant. It's delicious. I'll take you to it."

If he said he would eat hotpot when he was free, I would be in high spirits. I didn't need him to say that I was in the lead, but I really couldn't get up at the moment.

When I got to the hotpot restaurant, Jiang Miao asked me to pick a seat. I picked a seat by the window and saw the people outside.

When I finished ordering and waited for the bottom of the pot, I held my chin with one hand to look at the people coming and going outside. Suddenly, a man in a black suit jacket appeared in front of me. He was holding an umbrella. His back looked very much like Fu Jing's.

He was crossing the street with his back to me. I pushed the chair away and ran out. Jiang Miao sighed. "Chen Qing, what are you doing? You're not eating?"

"Wait for me." I had no time to explain. I ran out of the store and looked down the road. There was nothing left.

Maybe I missed Fu Jing so much that my eyes were blurred. I sighed in disappointment and turned back to the hotpot restaurant.

Jiang Miao was waiting for me at the door when he saw me come back in a daze. He didn't ask anything and patted me on the shoulder. "The mandarin duck pot you asked for is coming up. Let's eat."

I said yes, opening my stomach and eating.

Isn't living just eating, drinking, sleeping? I should be satisfied with what I want to eat. Why do I have to stick to something impossible?

"Chen Qing, I used to think you were a coward, but when you were a coward, you were a man. Why do I see you as a coward now?" Jiang Miao asked me to drink a toast. I drank a few drinks with him instead.

"Then you definitely don't know me. I'm already scared to death." When I said this, I was full of disgust for myself.

Jiang Miao curled his lips. "Stop it. When you protect Ning Jing, one is worth a few. How come when it comes to Ah Jing, you don't even have the courage to try."

I grabbed the beef chopstick and the soup dripped on my arm. It was so hot that I quickly flipped my arm and put the beef in the sauce in the bowl, rinsed it and stuffed it into my mouth.

"My sister is dead. I'm sick. Try again? Knowing that there's a dead end ahead, I don't have to risk my life for love. Anyway, anyone can live without anyone, and no one will love only one person for the rest of their lives. It's not impossible for me to fall in love with others after I forget Fu Jing."

Jiang Miao spat out, "It's classic and incisive to say that I'm the most vicious woman in the world. What do you mean by a woman who values feelings and farts?"

"What's the benefit of being sentimental? My sister is heavy, but in the end, there's nothing left." I took his wine and filled it up for myself. "I still say that I can live without Fu Jing. I don't care if I live well or not, but with him, I won't be able to live well. Maybe one day I'll disappear like my sister."

"You can handle it."

Yes, I have lived for more than 20 years, and being able to handle it is my only advantage.

After I had enough food and wine, I went back to my room to rest. Jiang Miao watched me enter the room before leaving. I didn't even take a shower and fell asleep on the bed. I had a dream, a very strange dream. In the dream, I was still with Fu Jing...