TVSFPAG -Chapter 138 What a Song Yunfei

A few days ago, Liu Mao Cai finally realized that he had been set up by Wu Wei.

Whenever he was losing money, he couldn’t find Wu Wei. But the moment the losses stopped and things began to rise again, Wu Wei would suddenly reappear.

Because of this, he had even diverted a large sum of public funds to invest.

Just then, Feng Tianhao conducted an audit and discovered the matter. Getting scolded was the least of his worries—Feng Tianhao had completely cut ties with him.

Now he was drowning in debt. Not only would he be unable to survive in Qingcheng in the future, but he also had to fill that financial hole—otherwise, Feng Tianhao would sue him.

Over the years, Liu Mao Cai had grown used to acting lawlessly. How could he tolerate this?

He captured Wu Wei and found Chu Jinhan’s chat records on Wu Wei’s phone.

Only then did Liu Mao Cai realize that the one who had truly set him up was Chu Jinhan.

In recent days, his murderous intent toward Chu Jinhan had been steadily increasing.

The moment he saw Chu Jinhan just now, his rage completely overwhelmed his rationality. Without hesitation, he drove straight toward him.

The desire to kill Chu Jinhan reached its peak at that moment.

Tonight, he intended to kill.

Wei Ke also noticed him. He immediately stood up and stepped in front of Chu Jinhan. “Who are you?”

“Since you’ve seen me, you’ll die too!”

Armed with a knife, Liu Mao Cai charged toward Wei Ke, stomping forward with heavy, elephant-like steps.

Chu Jinhan had already collapsed to the ground, unable to move—this was a rare opportunity.

However, he had underestimated Wei Ke. The man had some skill.

Before the knife could reach him, Wei Ke dodged it, then seized Liu Mao Cai’s wrist in a counter move and kicked him to the ground.

Back when Liu Mao Cai was thinner, his skills had been quite decent. But now, having grown into a round ball of fat, his movements were no longer agile, even with experience.

To prevent him from attacking again, Wei Ke pummeled him with punches and kicks, not stopping until Liu Mao Cai could no longer get up.

Liu Mao Cai lay on the ground with a swollen, bruised face, gasping heavily, his fat trembling with each breath.

He glared fiercely at Wei Ke, then shifted his gaze past him to the pale Chu Jinhan, who had just managed to sit up.

He tried to get up but failed repeatedly, falling back each time.

Grinding his teeth, blood still on his lips, he spat with chilling hatred, “Damn you… you set me up… Chu Jinhan, if I don’t kill you, my surname isn’t Liu!”

Wei Ke watched him warily. After confirming he couldn’t get up, he took out his phone and called the police.

As for Chu Jinhan, he sat motionless on the greenbelt steps, head lowered, as if he hadn’t heard Liu Mao Cai’s threat at all.

Ten-odd minutes later, the police arrived. Wei Ke handled the situation, while Chu Jinhan still sat there without moving.

Seeing his condition, the police were puzzled. “Is that person alright?”

Wei Ke replied, “He’s fine—just frightened. He’ll be alright in a moment.”

The police said nothing further. After glancing at Liu Mao Cai and confiscating his weapon, they took him into the police car.

“Then you should take your friend to the hospital first. We may have more questions for you later.”

Wei Ke nodded. “Alright.”

After the police car left, another half hour passed.

Wei Ke returned to Chu Jinhan anxiously. After calling him twice with no response, he could only sit down beside him carefully, waiting with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

—

Song Yunfei woke up to find the space beside her empty.

She turned on the light, picked up her phone, and saw that it was nearly 4 a.m.

Chu Jinhan had told her two days ago that he would be working overtime these days, but she hadn’t expected him to work this late today.

Could he be working until dawn again like last time?

After thinking about it, she sent him several messages.

After waiting for about ten minutes with no response, Song Yunfei couldn’t sleep anymore. She got up and went to sit on the sofa outside.

Half an hour later, she called Chu Jinhan again.

The phone rang for a long time with no answer. She frowned, her worry growing.

Just as the call was about to end, it finally connected.

“Chu Jinhan, what time will you be working until today?”

After she spoke, there was a two-second silence, followed by an unfamiliar man’s voice.

“Chu… he’s busy. Call again later.”

“Oh, are you his colleague?”

“Yes.”

Before Song Yunfei could say anything else, the call had already been hung up.

The man’s tone earlier had been somewhat unfriendly. It seemed that the people at his workplace still didn’t have a good impression of her.

Song Yunfei leaned back on the sofa, idly scrolling on her phone.

She opened Bai Yu’s WeChat to check for red packets. This person had been sending fewer red packets lately—previously it was more than ten a day, now it was only two or three.

People really do change.

Meanwhile, Wei Ke carefully slipped his phone into Chu Jinhan’s pocket.

“Hah.”

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a faint laugh.

Wei Ke looked at him nervously, but Chu Jinhan still hadn’t moved. His disheveled hair fell over part of his face, obscuring his expression.

For a moment, Wei Ke thought he might have imagined it.

The night wind passed through the empty walkway, stirring fallen leaves and dust with a soft rustling sound.

In the distance, a stray cat let out a sharp cry or two, making the area feel even more desolate.

“Mr. Chu?” Wei Ke held his breath and called out cautiously.

Chu Jinhan’s shoulders moved.

Under Wei Ke’s gaze, he slowly raised his head.

The dim yellow streetlight fell across his face, revealing his full features.

The confusion was gone, replaced by a deep, unfathomable darkness.

His eyes were completely different from before.

Under the streetlight, countless emotions flickered in his gaze—shock, disbelief, absurdity, self-mockery, and a rising surge of anger about to erupt.

The rapid succession of emotions made his expression incredibly complex, carrying with it an invisible pressure.

Wei Ke watched from the side, his heart racing in fear. This was… had he regained his memory?

“Mr. Chu… a-are you alright?”

Chu Jinhan closed his eyes. The dim streetlight cast sharp contours across his face, making his features appear colder and more defined than usual.

“What a Song Yunfei.”

His voice was soft—half sigh, half grinding resentment—but carried a weight that could not be ignored.