Lin Jianguo closed his eyes, relaxed and enjoying himself, with both hands around Qin Qin's waist.
After a long while, Lin Jianguo opened his eyes, the weariness between his brows lessening. He took Qin Qin's hand and kissed it, saying, "Alright, stop now. Thank you for your hard work."
His affection and gentle tone were unlike anything he had ever shown to Sun Xuezhen.
After all, he married Sun Xuezhen only because of her family background, and he didn't have much affection for her. He only treated her with respect because of their two children.
Thinking of Sun Xuezhen, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Qinqin, do you love me?"
Qin Qin, who was casually nestled in his arms, was stunned for a moment. They had been together for several years. Their identities were sensitive and they were not young. They had not talked about love and affection. Even though she stayed by Lin Jianguo's side only for love, he did not ask. Qin Qin was also sensible and did not use it. As long as she could feel his heartache, that was enough.
Qin Qin looked up and met the eyes of the person next to her. The latter, who was over half his life, had developed eyes that could almost see right through people.
Qin Qin was not afraid. Instead, she kissed him on the corner of his mouth, chuckled, and her beautiful face was as lovely as the most beautiful flower in spring.
"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"
Lin Jianguo squinted at him, his expression neither pleased nor angry: "What is the truth, and what is the lie?"
Qin Qin breathed softly: "The lie is that when someone is lonely, they look for someone to keep them company; the truth is..."
She paused for a moment, then leaned close to Lin Jianguo's ear and whispered, "I love you."
She spoke casually, as if it were just a casual remark, with a smile still on her face, making it difficult to tell whether she was telling the truth or not.
Lin Jianguo gazed intently at her, then lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.
It was half an hour later when she came out of Lin Jianguo's office.
The fiery red fitted dress accentuated her hot figure, making her look like a delicate red rose. Many male colleagues would glance at her out of the corner of their eye from time to time, and occasionally female colleagues would whisper with disdain, but Qin Qin ignored them.
"They locked the door as soon as they went in, and stayed for more than half an hour. I don't believe that there wasn't something going on between this woman and Section Chief Lin."
"That's right. Dressed like that every day, she doesn't do anything productive. All she does is flirt with this and that. She's a vixen."
"Section Chief Lin has a wife and children. Isn't this destroying someone's family? Shameless! This kind of person should be kicked out."
Qin Qin stopped at a secluded corner, her slender back pressed against the wall. She heard what the people were saying, her beautiful face expressionless. She took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and leaned against the window, holding the cigarette between her hands, exhaling smoke as she gazed at the scenery outside the window with a complex expression.
Suddenly, she heard something, and the cigarette in her hand fell to the ground.
She quickly extinguished the sparks with the tip of her shoe and hurried outside, where she saw Lin Jianguo being arrested by the police.
Her pupils contracted, and her steps quickened involuntarily. She was about to rush forward to say something, but was stopped by a look from Lin Jianguo.
Qin Qin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Until Lin Jianguo was taken away.
"I never expected that Section Chief Lin would be involved in a murder case."
"I heard that the person he killed was his own younger brother. Could that be true?"
"If it's true, that's terrifying. We've been colleagues with a murderer for so many years."
"Or perhaps there was a mistake; the police just said that he is only a suspect."
At this moment, someone saw Qin Qin, gestured with their lips, and indicated to the person next to them to ask.
A female colleague who wasn't particularly close to Qin Qin asked in a low voice, "Qin Qin, are you clear about Section Chief Lin's matter? He really is..."
"He's not a murderer," Qin Qin denied before she could finish speaking, her eyes sweeping over them as if she would tear them apart if they uttered those three words.
Qin Qin was flustered and didn't stay to talk to them any further.
A group of people watched her retreating figure and scoffed, "Look at how lost she looks. She said she had nothing to do with Lin Jianguo, but now she's like this because she's afraid that if Lin Jianguo is arrested, she'll lose her backer."
"I think so too. But don't you think Qin Qin's taste is too extreme? Lin Jianguo is a section chief, but he's old and not very good-looking. How did she fall for him?"
"Who knows?"
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After Lin Jianguo was arrested, the elderly couple who were at home saw the police who came to their door. After hearing them talk about their youngest son's death and suspecting that Lin Jianguo was the murderer, the old lady immediately fainted.
The old man held his unconscious wife, his body trembling as if he had thought of something terrible.
Where was the rigidity and seriousness he usually displayed when facing others?
He grabbed the policeman's hand and said, "Policeman, Jianguo didn't kill anyone, he didn't kill anyone! Jiandang died by himself, we saw it with our own eyes, you can't wrong an innocent person!"
"We'll discuss everything once we get to the bureau."
When the police came to question them, the elderly couple were taken away, and the news quickly spread throughout the neighborhood.
After they left, Lin Wen, who had been hiding, poked his head out, his face filled with terror.
How did his father become the murderer who killed his uncle?
How is that possible?
As soon as Sun Xuezhen entered the office after class, she noticed that several of her colleagues were glancing at her from time to time, whispering among themselves, their eyes seemingly filled with sympathy.
She didn't want to make a fool of herself by asking.
Sun Xuezhen has good teaching skills, but she is too arrogant and doesn't get along well with her colleagues.
However, when she was grading homework, the gazes felt like needles falling on her, making her very uncomfortable.
"Teacher Sun, the principal needs you to come over."
Sun Xuezhen responded and went out.
"I bet the principal is going to talk about her husband."
When Sun Xuezhen learned from the principal that her husband had been arrested for allegedly killing her younger brother more than a decade ago, she felt like the sky was falling.
“Impossible. Lin Jiandang died by accident. How could Jianguo have killed him?” Sun Xuezhen denied immediately, her voice sharp and shrill.
"Teacher Sun, why don't you go back and take a look?" The principal didn't say much; he just gave a brief notification.
When Sun Xuezhen returned home and learned that the elderly couple had also been taken away, she was stunned. It was at this moment that Lin Ya, who had also learned of this news, returned home.
Sun Xuezhen hugged her daughter tightly, as if seeking solace, and murmured to herself, "Ya Ya, your father couldn't have killed anyone, absolutely not."
“Yes, Dad couldn’t have killed anyone. He’ll be fine, he’ll be released. The police must have arrested the wrong person.” Lin Ya agreed. Even though she secretly leaned towards the other possibility, she had to believe that her father, Lin Jianguo, was innocent. She, Lin Ya, couldn’t have a father who went to jail for murder.
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