Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 278 - 278 278 plotting murder

?Chapter 278: 278, plotting, murder. Chapter 278: 278, plotting, murder. Song Qinghuan remembered that when she hesitatingly agreed to give it a try with Shi Yuhuan, she merely admitted to having a slight crush on him.

If she hasn’t fallen in love with him, why allow him to fall in love with her?

But having said so, why even bother to try?

When she poked her head out of the blanket again, her expression had returned to normal.

Though her eyes were slightly red, she laughed and looked down, nonchalantly asking, “Who is it?”

She concealed her emotions so well that Shi Yuhuan, who was changing his clothes, didn’t notice anything amiss.

“…” Shi Yuhuan didn’t answer her question, but simply suggested in a composed manner, “Change and get ready for breakfast!”

As he spoke, her eyes remain trained on his mouth.

Knowing that her own eyes were red, she dared not meet his gaze.

His lips were beautiful, though thin. It is said that men with such lips tend to be fickle and unloyal.

Sensing him turning his face towards her, Song Qinghuan hurriedly looked away and headed to the bathroom.

Shi Yuhuan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring in the direction of the bathroom thoughtfully,
But he didn’t say anything afterward.

During breakfast, Song Qinghuan remained silent, considering herself a strong-willed girl as her initial surge of emotion did not repeat itself.

It was as if she was just a passerby, an onlooker, a spectator.

Back at the office, she made urgent inquiries about the falling chandelier but found out that it had been cleared away. When she wanted to meet Tao Wenliang, she learned that he wasn’t at work that day.

At lunch, Shi Yuhuan came to pick her up, looking slightly tired.

When Song Qinghuan got into the car, he stretched his neck and shoulders, leaning back into his seat to rest.

Chen Tian started the engine and, following Shi Yuhuan’s instructions, drove them to an elegant but secluded restaurant.

The restaurant was very quiet, but the food was excellent.

It was their last day in Xiamen, and Song Qinghuan felt that there were things she needed to clarify today,
Because today was the only day she had the power to choose.

“Was it you who dealt with the chandelier?” But she didn’t immediately raise the matter, instead, she asked something else first.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then looked at her, “Yes, if you want to know anything, ask me.”

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and after a while, she said: “I think the incident with the chandelier may not have been an accident.”

Shi Yuhuan’s next words were stark and left no room for ambiguity, “Indeed it wasn’t an accident, but a premeditated act of murder!”

Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened instantly: “What did you say? Premeditated murder?”

Startled, she covered her mouth with her hand.

Shi Yuhuan, looking into her eyes, continued indifferently: “The lock that connected the chandelier was deliberately tampered with, well-timed so that it would fall at a specific time.”

“What?” Song Qinghuan was shocked again and quickly asked, “Did they aim at me? Or did I just have the misfortune of being there? There were so many people on the scene, how would they know who would stand under the chandelier?”

Shi Yuhuan answered calmly, “The lottery box was switched, I checked it, all the tickets inside were number 7.”

Upon hearing that, Song Qinghuan felt as if she had been thrown into an ice pit.