Chapter 70 Sir, do you know that a gentle knife can still take a life with every cut?

Chapter 70 Sir, do you know that a gentle knife can still take a life with every cut?

After finishing half a bowl of Fuding sliced ​​pork, Yunyang felt every cell in her body awakened by the sour and spicy flavor.

She turned around, preparing to take out the sweet potato she had casually roasted from the oven next to her as a dessert.

The moment she opened the oven door.

"Whoosh!"

A dark figure darted past her!

Immediately following was a series of hearty gulping sounds as people drank the soup.

Yunyang, holding a steaming hot sweet potato, suddenly turned around.

Her rice bowl was now being held in the hands of a small creature.

The broth inside is disappearing at a visible rate.

If it weren't for the other's tiny size, Yun Yang would have thought it was Xiao Ting, that starving ghost, coming down to steal her food.

She leaned closer to take a look.

My goodness, a child without a mother.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his face was covered in black grime, making it impossible to see his features.

What shocked Yun Yang the most was that he wasn't wearing anything at all!

The outside temperature is at most two or three degrees Celsius.

This child is completely naked, aren't they afraid of freezing to death?

Yun Yang didn't have time to think much. She quickly put the sweet potato in her hand on the table and took off her thick coat.

"Come on, put it on quickly."

She spoke softly, trying to put her clothes on him.

The child, however, was very wary, suddenly shrinking back, his eyes shining like two frightened little animals in the dim light.

Not only did he refuse to cooperate, but he also stretched out his dark little paws, making a move to snatch the roasted sweet potato that Yunyang had just placed on the table.

Yunyang reacted quickly, lifting the sweet potato high in the air.

"Put your clothes on first!"

She put on a stern face and tried to reason with the little one.

"Put on your clothes, and I'll give you this to eat."

The other person seemed not to understand, and jumped up in a panic, trying to reach for the sweet potato in her hand.

Yun Yang sighed.

They were talking past each other.

She simply put the sweet potato on top of the refrigerator, freeing up her hands to pick up the jumping child.

The child struggled desperately in her hands, waving his arms and legs wildly.

Yunyang ignored him and quickly put her big coat on him like a sack.

Then, she pushed him into a chair at the dining table.

She took out the fragrant roasted sweet potato and put it in his hand.

The children immediately settled down as soon as they got food.

He held a roasted sweet potato bigger than his head, glanced warily at Yun Yang, and then struggled to take off the cumbersome coat he was wearing.

He tried several times, but couldn't open the zipper, and he snorted twice in frustration.

Finally, he simply grabbed the sweet potato, darted under the table, and hid himself.

Yun Yang: "..."

Okay.

She shook her head helplessly, then squatted down and carefully examined him through the table leg.

The child's hair was very long, sticky and tangled, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time.

Although her face was dirty, her facial features still looked quite delicate, especially her blue eyes, which were as beautiful and clean as gemstones.

Yun Yang thought for a moment and then asked him.

Are you a boy or a girl?

The other person was wolfing down a sweet potato, completely ignoring her, their mouth full of food.

Yun Yang thought about it again.

The people in Xiaoyuan, from Fu Xiaoting to the servants, almost all speak Chinese.

But it seems like there are more English speakers here.

So she cleared her throat and tried her best to rummage through her meager English vocabulary.

"can i...can can you new new"

That's about it, whatever.

The child still didn't respond.

Clearly, they still couldn't understand.

Luckily, I couldn't understand it.

Sudden--

The child, who was munching on a sweet potato under the table, twitched his ears.

The next second, as if he heard an extremely terrifying sound, he hugged the half-eaten sweet potato and shrank back in fear, wishing he could shrink into a corner.

Yunyang was puzzled.

A series of unhurried footsteps came from the kitchen doorway.

A man in a black suit walked in.

It's Hanna.

That salted egg with thinning hair.

Seeing Yun Yang squatting on the ground, he seemed a little surprised, but still put on a polite smile.

"Miss Yun, you're still up so late?"

He glanced around the kitchen and asked, seemingly casually.

"Excuse me, have you seen a child?"

When Yun Yang thought about how scared the child looked under the table, she immediately made up her mind.

She stood up, dusted off her pants, and shook her head without changing her expression.

"No."

Hannah's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes made Yunyang feel very uncomfortable, like a slimy, venomous snake.

"Yeah?"

He smiled and said meaningfully.

"If you see it, please be sure to tell me, Miss Yun."

“That child grew up with dogs, he was wild and untamed, and he would bite.”

Yun Yang: "?"

Growing up with dogs?

She always felt that Hannah was an indescribably eerie and cold person, inside and out.

She didn't give him a friendly look: "I said I didn't."

Hannah didn't seem to mind, nodded politely to her again, and then turned and left.

He had just left.

The child suddenly darted out from under the table!

He was still wearing Yun Yang's oversized coat, and when he ran, he looked like a moving black tent.

He nimbly leaped onto the windowsill and, without hesitation, plunged into the thick darkness outside.

Yunyang chased after it to the window, only to see a small black dot flying away and disappearing in no time.

She was about to close the door and go back to her room.

However, Giulio walked over from the yard with a young man and went straight into the kitchen.

"Cloud Butler".

When Jukiro saw her, his expression instantly turned sour, and his tone became icy.

He turned to the side, pointed to the young man behind him, and introduced him.

"This is Dr. Zhang's son, Mr. Zhang Yan. He will be in charge of Dr. Zhang's health from now on."

Yun Yang's gaze fell on the face of the man named Zhang Yan.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, a white lab coat, and had a gentle, handsome face.

Isn't this...?

"Isn't that Gu Yan?"

Yun Yang blurted it out unconsciously.

What, you think people won't recognize you just because you're wearing glasses?

As soon as he finished speaking, Gukiro's eyes immediately reddened.

He glared at Yun Yang, his voice hoarse.

"Mr. Gu sacrificed himself for the Fu family while carrying out a secret mission for the sake of you, sir!"

Yun Yang: "..."

Her head was buzzing.

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

Jujiro wiped away his bitter tears, then resumed his stern demeanor and spoke to Yunyang in a commanding tone.

“Mr. Zhang Yan has just arrived and hasn’t had dinner yet. Go and make him something to eat.”

Yun Yang: "Hehe."

She ignored him completely and started walking away.

Upon seeing this, Jukiro stepped forward and opened his arms to block her path.

"Cloud Butler!"

The atmosphere was about to freeze.

Zhang Yan, who was standing nearby, quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Mr. Ju, there's no need to trouble Miss Yun. I can cook for myself."

He smiled gently, his gaze falling on Yun Yang with a hint of apology.

Just then, the system's voice suddenly rang out in Yun Yang's mind.

Get her out of here! Stay away from her!

[Your little brother is coming soon! You have no idea, while you were away, she's been stealing your storyline!]

Yun Yang clenched her fist without showing any emotion. This damn system isn't the time to beg her to save people.

I really hope it transforms into human form soon so I can snap its neck.

So, who is the younger brother?

Forget it, your industry is really messy.

Whatever makes you happy.

I went back to my room to sleep.

...

The next day.

Fu Xiaoting lay expressionless on the bed, sporting dark circles under his eyes.

He was holding an old photograph in his hand.

The photo shows three spirited little kids.

Little Fu Xiaoting, little Ju Jiluo, and a little kid who looks exactly like Zhang Yan and Gu Yan.

Submerged rock.

Fu Xiaoting was truly bewildered.

He barely slept that night.

One moment I dreamt that Zhang Yan was holding a scalpel, smiling as she said to him, "Sir, it seems your hemorrhoids weren't completely removed. Let me take another look."

A moment later, she dreamed of Yunyang again, cupped his face, and kissed him with a kiss, murmuring, "Sir, do you know, a gentle knife can take a life with every cut."

Then he took out a kitchen knife from behind his back and quickly sliced ​​up a plate of salmon...

He's going crazy!

Logically speaking, the one Yun Yang could read his mind must be the strategist the original owner mentioned.

But Shen Yan, Gu Yan, and Zhang Yan look exactly like they were made from the same mold!

If there were only one Gu Yan, it could be considered a coincidence.

But now... how is his father supposed to explain this?

Is this some kind of promotion at the wholesale market for strategists, offering buy one get two, three, four free...?

"Knock knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Giuchiro pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a glass of vegetable juice that emitted an eerie green hue.

Good morning, sir.

He put the cup on the table, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the photo in Fu Xiaoting's hand. His eyes darkened and reddened.

He remembers.

That summer, it was on the beach in front of this villa.

Mr. and Shen Yan went swimming in the sea together.

In the end, only the gentleman swam back.

From that time on, the gentleman never uttered another word.

Perhaps Shen Yan's death was too much of a blow to the gentleman.

Therefore, he has not dared to mention what happened that day over the years.

Gukiro sighed silently in his heart, suppressing his grief, and spoke respectfully.

“Sir, Hannah wishes to see you.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaoting turned the photo upside down on the bed, raised his eyes, and nodded coldly.

Soon, Hannah walked in.

He still maintained that respectful yet somewhat gloomy demeanor.

"gentlemen."

He bowed slightly and reported directly to the point.

"We've already uncovered some clues about yesterday's assassination attempt."

"It's related to Omar."

Fu Xiaoting's eyes remained completely calm.

He knew that Hannah was just trying to find a scapegoat because she couldn't find any clues.

Omar, who was injured by him, was the best candidate.

Hannah paused for a moment, then continued.

“Our people found something on Omar’s phone.”

"He seems to have an inappropriate financial relationship with one of your maids."