allonlinenovel Chapter 198 Killing the Cuckoo (13)
Chapter 198 Killing the Cuckoo (13)
Fang family.
On the kitchen island sits an exquisite cake, adorned with lifelike cream roses.
The nanny, Aunt Wang, took several photos with her phone and praised, "Xiao Gao, you're so skillful! This cake looks just like a work of art on TV."
Yan Zhen had just finished washing his hands when he heard this and came over: "Want to cut a piece and try it?"
Aunt Wang's expression froze, and she waved her hand honestly: "Never mind, I have high blood sugar and can't eat sweets..."
Yan Zhen couldn't help but laugh when he saw her looking at him as if she wanted to avoid him.
She makes a cake every day recently. With the help of her drawing skills honed while doing tasks, she can handle everything from frosting to creating various patterns with cream with ease.
The cake looks beautiful, but the taste is never quite right no matter how I make it. It either has a strong eggy smell or is cloyingly sweet.
It's a classic case of all show and no substance.
It seems her inability to perform well in the kitchen still affected her performance.
Yan Zhen has a very peaceful attitude towards this. God has opened so many doors for her, it's normal for him to close a window occasionally. Some things can't be forced.
She plans to find someone who can bake cake bases to open a cake shop together after she recovers. The other person will be responsible for the taste, and she will be responsible for the appearance. They will each have their own responsibilities.
After finishing the cake, Yan Zhen glanced at the time; it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Fang Yihe still hadn't answered.
He didn't say he had to work overtime today.
Yan Zhen had a feeling, so she opened the tracking app and saw that Fang Yi left the research institute after get off work, first went to the supermarket where she had the accident, then went to the police station, and finally the red dot stopped at Li Tingyi's residential area.
This itinerary gave Yan Zhen a sense of crisis.
She knew that Fang Yihe was currently having a cold war with Li Tingyi.
Based on what Li Tingyi said during their big argument in the car half a month ago, and considering Li Tingyi's inability to tolerate being wronged, Yan Zhen guessed that he might have found some clues and planned to prove to Fang Yi that he was wronged.
Yan Zhen wasn't worried about the evidence; she handled it very cleanly.
But people's hearts are never reasonable. Once Fang Yihe believes Li Tingyi and sides with him, and begins to doubt herself, it will be detrimental to the implementation of her next plan.
It seems I need to take precautions and find a way to dispel Fang Yihe's doubts.
Fang Yihe returned home at midnight.
He entered the room quietly, but when he walked into the living room and saw that Yan Zhen was still awake, sitting on the sofa with a tired expression, waiting for him, he paused slightly.
"Xiao Li, why aren't you resting yet?"
Yan Zhen stood up and took the briefcase and coat from his hands: "I was worried when you weren't back."
Fang Yihe then remembered that he would usually inform his wife when he came home late, but today things happened suddenly, and he was so engrossed in his conversation with Li Tingyi that he forgot about it.
"I'm sorry, there's been a problem with a project at the research institute, and I've been so busy that I haven't had time to tell you."
"It's alright." Yan Zhen smiled considerately and hung his coat on the hanger. "Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."
"I'm not hungry, you should go and rest," Fang Yihe said. "You can't stay up late or overwork yourself right now."
Yan Zhen nodded obediently: "Okay."
Fang Yi watched her walk into the room, his eyes slowly growing deep.
Did she really find out about her relationship with Li Tingyi?
It doesn't look like it...
After taking a shower, Fang Yi tiptoed into the master bedroom. Yan Zhen was already asleep, with a warm yellow nightlight left on by the bedside.
Instead of going to bed immediately, he walked to the side where Yan Zhen was lying down and quietly took her phone from the bedside table.
In the bathroom, Fang Yi locked the door and sat on the toilet, starting to look through Yan Zhen's phone.
Tonight, the two of them discussed this matter at Li Tingyi's place for quite a while.
According to Li Tingyi's thinking, in the information age, no matter what tricks Yan Zhen has played, they will leave traces.
He took Yan Zhen's phone tonight mainly to check her online shopping history, electronic payment bills, and browsing history of various apps.
Ideally, you should be able to find her order for the stun gun. If not, you can take a picture of any suspicious payment receipts. At the very least, check her short video browsing history.
Li Tingyi didn't believe that a woman who had followed the rules for so many years would decide to murder her own child and frame another man without doing any research beforehand.
Fang Yihe followed the line of thought given by Li Tingyi and began to investigate one by one.
But he spent two whole hours looking through his phone in the bathroom and found nothing.
Most of the things my wife buys online are household items, including some for our daughter who died young.
The electronic payment bills are mostly for purchases at a few nearby supermarkets and stores.
Eighty percent of my browsing history, including Baidu, Douyin, and Bilibili, is related to baking.
The remaining 20% focuses on how to recuperate after a miscarriage at an advanced age.
He found no problems with it.
Fang Yihe fell into deep thought.
Did he and Li Tingyi suspect the wrong direction, or did his wife have a high level of counter-surveillance awareness and have already cleaned up all browsing traces?
Unable to find the problem, Fang Yi quietly put the phone back in its place and went to sleep with doubts in her heart.
As soon as the nightlight was turned off, Fang Yihe didn't notice that his wife, who was sitting with her back to him and had been "sleeping" for a long time, opened her eyes in the darkness.
Yan Zhen gave a light sneer.
She was right; Fang Yihe had indeed become suspicious.
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The next day was Sunday. Fang Yi and Li Tingyi used the excuse of having something to do at the research institute to drive out early to pick up Li Tingyi. The two went to the police station to get the fingerprint test results.
Upon arriving at the police station, the officer in charge of the case informed them that technicians had not found any fingerprints on the stun gun.
Upon learning the result, Li Tingyi, who had been confident of victory, froze.
"How could this happen?" Li Tingyi persisted. "Then can you find out where this stun gun came from?"
If we can find the seller and check the sales records from the past two or three months, we might be able to find evidence that Gao Li purchased the stun gun.
The police officer said, "The stun gun has a simple internal structure and is probably homemade."
self made?
Li Tingyi's face darkened: "What about the parts? The internal parts can't be homemade too, can they?"
“The parts are very common hardware components. There are at least several hundred hardware stores in Ningcheng that sell these things. Moreover, some of these parts can be taken from other things. For example, this spring was taken from a ballpoint pen,” the police officer said helplessly. “In this case, it is very difficult to trace the source.”
Li Tingyi's mentality collapsed immediately.
He put aside his work and spent more than half a month investigating, including how many gifts he gave, how much money he shoved, and how many kind words he said, before he finally obtained the surveillance footage from the supermarket.
He searched the supermarket under the scrutiny of passersby, rummaging through trash cans and checking sewers. He finally found the stun gun, but the clue ended with the phrase "no fingerprints found".
He was unwilling to accept it!
Anger, resentment, and disappointment surged into his heart, overwhelming his reason.
"It was that bitch! That bitch must have foreseen all of this!" Li Tingyi said through gritted teeth. "She wiped away the fingerprints!"