Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 285: "Will You Be Home Tonight?

Pan Juanfeng stood up, looking down at Tang Si: "You can look at the body camera footage and the notes, but who knows if they are real? What if it was all staged?"

With that, he turned towards Director Cheng sitting at the head of the table: "I request to bring Song Yi over for another questioning. Chang Yue died in Song Yi’s company; someone must have been watching Chang Yue for a while."

"Moreover, looking at the sniper’s precision, the perpetrator must be very familiar with Song Yi’s company."

Eager to solve the case, Pan Juanfeng investigated all the surrounding buildings’ CCTV, but couldn’t find any trace of the sniper.

All leads have been cut off, and now the only way is to question Song Yi thoroughly. The killer might be someone she knows.

"Song Yi’s company needs to be thoroughly investigated, top to bottom," Pan Juanfeng said coldly to Tang Si. "She’s your girlfriend, you should avoid any suspicion in this matter."

Pan Juanfeng is very stubborn when handling cases, with a strong ambition to solve cases even if it means offending people. Besides, he feels Tang Si didn’t interrogate Song Yi thoroughly.

Tang Si sat there listening to Pan Juanfeng’s every word, slowly lifting his eyes. His cold gaze locked onto him, a chilling intensity inseparable from his own presence.

His eyes were deep and focused on Pan Juanfeng, exerting such pressure that Pan Juanfeng almost found it hard to breathe.

Tang Si just slightly lifted his chin, his jawline sharp and sleek, leaning lazily on the chair. That glance filled the meeting room with a wild, intense aura.

"Avoid suspicion, fine. Then may I ask, Captain Pan, have you closed any of the cases I transferred to you? Have you found who sent the severed finger? Confirmed the child’s cause of death?"

Tang Si spoke pinpointedly, leaving Pan Juanfeng speechless.

Tang Si’s lips curved into a mocking smile: "Since none of that is resolved, I don’t feel Captain Pan’s investigative style is very efficient."

"Director Cheng," Tang Si turned to Director Cheng, "I also doubt whether Captain Pan’s professionalism is up to standard."

He’s never been aggressive, nor interferes with cases once he’s handed them over.

Now, Pan Juanfeng is pushing him. He’s not someone to be manipulated easily.

Director Cheng watched the two exchange words with a deep frown: "That child’s death was a result of the village’s conditions on the mountain, related to drug traffickers. The sender of the severed finger is still under investigation. The primary objective now is to clarify Chang Yue’s case."

"This case has drawn widespread public attention, and the city has issued an urgent order to investigate it thoroughly within a week."

"Otherwise, none of us—including myself—will keep our positions," Director Cheng said sternly. "Tang Si, it wouldn’t hurt to bring her in for questioning again; it’s more meticulous that way."

Tang Si looked down, twirling the pen in his hand. As he heard Director Cheng’s words, he suddenly lifted his head: "To be meticulous with irrelevant people, the team is doing a great job."

Song Yi is just the founder of Night Entertainment, unlucky enough to have someone die on her premises. She’s already been questioned once, and now they want to do it again.

Director Cheng’s face darkened instantly hearing Tang Si’s nonchalant words, warning him sharply, "Tang Si!"

Tang Si chuckled, then changed his tone: "Alright, I’ll cooperate with leadership as much as possible, to ensure you keep your position, Director."

After speaking, he casually tossed the pen onto the table with a wild nonchalance.

The pen rolled to the edge of the table, teetering but not falling.

The moment he tossed the pen, the man stood up and walked out.

Director Cheng was enraged by his nonchalant words, and Pan Juanfeng didn’t look too pleased either.

The other team members looked at each other, too afraid to speak.

Captain Tang is not to be trifled with, nor is Director Cheng.

The man calmly walked to the door, then suddenly stopped.

He abruptly turned around, making Director Cheng tense up.

The man’s eyes reflected a dark chill, his voice mingling with the sound of rain outside, slowly entering their ears: "If this is all happening just because Song Yi is my woman, it’s really unnecessary."

"If there’s a problem," Tang Si pointed to himself, his tone extremely calm, "come at me."

...

Song Yi returned home at six o’clock, but it was already completely dark outside.

She had moved all her belongings to Tang Si’s place. The house felt empty, and Haha bounded up excitedly as she came in, wagging its tail happily.

Song Yi turned on the lights, and the room instantly brightened.

She squatted down, petting Haha’s head, and smiled: "Are you really hungry?"

Saying so, she put down her bag and went to get some dog food to pour for Haha.

She sat on the sofa, watching Haha eat happily, but her mind felt heavy and ached a little.

She’d had a cold last time that hadn’t fully gone away, and with today’s rain and cooler weather, she’d caught a chill again.

She intended to get up and make something to eat, but her phone suddenly rang.

Stopping in her tracks, she turned back to pick up her phone from the coffee table: it was a call from Tang Si.

Song Yi frowned, staring at the screen. Had he finished his work so soon?

When she answered, Song Yi cleared her throat, trying to sound energetic, not so lifeless: "Hello, Brother Si~"

Tang Si stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the phone, gazing at the dark rainy view outside: "Home already?"

"Just got here, gave Haha some dog food and was about to make something to eat."

As she spoke, she paused, biting her lip, fingers tightly clutching her sleeve, tentatively asking: "Are you... coming home tonight?"

Though she knew it was unlikely, she still wanted to ask.

Tang Si heard her question and paused slightly, raising his wrist to look at his watch.

His jet-black eyes were deep and unfathomable, hiding his thoughts.

Song Yi awaited his reply, the person on the other end was silent for two or three seconds.

The voice slowly came through the receiver: "I’ll try to come back, but I might not make it. Go to sleep early, don’t wait up."

"Hmm." Song Yi said, "Then should I prepare something to eat for you and leave it in the microwave?"

"No need, I’ll eat outside."

Tang Si licked his lips: "Song Yi."

"Hmm?"

"Don’t bother making yourself food either. Someone will come by later to take you to the Criminal Investigation Unit for another questioning."

Song Yi was silent.

Faced with her silence, Tang Si spoke again: "If you’re afraid, just think of me. I’ll be outside with you."

For the first time, in such matters, he felt powerless.

Song Yi understood. This phone call was a way to prepare her for what was coming.