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Chapter 520 - 520 521 Forever Half Past Eight (5)_1
Chapter 520 - 520 521 Forever Half Past Eight (5)_1
?Chapter 520: Chapter 521: Forever Half Past Eight (5)_1 Chapter 520: Chapter 521: Forever Half Past Eight (5)_1 Jing Haohao moistened her lips, her demeanor didn’t change much, she chose a hasty answer and said, “Because a friend knows him.”
Liang Yuan maintained his serious demeanor, looking at Jing Haohao with the exact same smiling eyes. But that hint of amusement made a wave of strong unease rise in Jing Haohao’s heart.
Liang Yuan asked, “Is that so?”
It was only two words, the inflection in the question was not pronounced, rather it seemed somewhat light and breezy.
His words caused Jing Haohao’s eyelids to twitch harshly twice, then her gaze fell and she fell silent.
On the contrary, Liang Yuan chuckled, raising his hand, pointing at the distant mountains, verdant trees, opulent villas, and said, “Miss Jing, isn’t the view here quite exquisite?”
His sudden change of topic left Jing Haohao feeling bewildered, sensing an underlying threat but still, she managed to smile lightly. Following Liang Yuan’s pointing finger, she looked at the scenery in front of her and softly hummed in agreement.
Wearing an innocuous expression, Liang Yuan looked at Jing Haohao, calmly saying with a hint of mature seriousness that was unusual for someone of his age, “This lot is one of the quietest and most auspicious in Jiangshan City. Chen spent a fortune purchasing it, to build a home. The golf course, the swimming pool, the garden, the man-made hill, the attic, the lawn, and the extravagant mansion. It must be the dream house for women all over the world.”
Jing Haohao listened quietly, not taking the next bite, instead she turned her head to meet Liang Yuan’s eyes directly.
Beneath his gaze, resided an innate sharpness that seemed capable of seeing through human hearts, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Jing Haohao tried hard to steady herself, maintaining her soft and light tone, “Mr. Liang, you must have something to discuss with me.”
Upon hearing these words, Liang Yuan fell silent for a moment before he finally curved his lips into a smile, “Miss Jing, you really are an intelligent woman.”
Her calmness at his neither overly flattering or mocking praise was nothing short of a miracle. She neither felt nervous nor scared, she was just waiting for what Liang Yuan would say next.
Maintaining his stable, older-brother demeanor, Liang Yuan continued asking the same question he had asked earlier, “Miss Jing, how did you and Chen meet?”
This time, Jing Haohao parted her lips, but remained silent.
“Last year, May 23rd, Four Seasons Hotel, room 1314.” Liang Yuan rhythmically spit out the time and place.
His dark gaze fixed on Jing Haohao, he began to recount the events in a slow but firm tone, “At 10 p.m., the surveillance tape showed someone sending you into that room, where you remained the whole time. At half past ten, Chen also entered that room and didn’t depart until 12:50 a.m. Miss Jing, what did you and Chen do during those couple of hours?”
With Liang Yuan’s words, the scenes from that night, a night Jing Haohao could only describe as a nightmare, slowly surfaced before her eyes.
In a flash, her complexion turned pale, her hand quietly forming a fist.
She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but no matter how hard she tried, not a single word came out.