Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 511: Chapter 509: The Truth Behind the Past and Everything

"Yes." Song Nuan nodded and replied, "I’ve always had plenty."

Song Yi glanced at the time, still a moment before class, thought for a moment, and asked, "Have you thought about what kind of job you want in the future? It’s time to have a plan for the future."

Song Nuan hadn’t actually thought about this question.

"Hmm," she nodded, "I’ll consider this carefully in the future and head in that direction."

...

Song Yi didn’t chat much with Song Nuan, but realized she began to speak flawlessly, starting to hold back.

Learned to guard against people.

Song Yi watched her back as she entered the school, pursing his lips slightly, unsure whether it’s good or bad.

Today the psychologist hired by her parents will come to check her, just waiting to see the specific situation then.

...

Song Nuan walked all the way to the laboratory, it was a four-person experiment, as she entered, she found the other three were already there.

Yet Song Nuan was the team leader.

"Come earlier next time." Someone in the group was not very pleased.

Song Nuan looked at the time, frowned and raised her eyes, "The experiment is at 9:00, it’s only 8:30 now, how much earlier should I come?"

"We’ve already said in the group to come a bit early, I have things to do after the experiment."

Song Nuan lightly responded, then said, "I’m not you, always holding your phone, may not receive your messages in time."

The tone was somewhat sharp.

Song Nuan was not in a good mood, and after drinking last night, she felt very uncomfortable upon waking up today.

"Such an attitude." That person looked at Song Nuan, muttering softly, "Having money at home is awesome."

Song Nuan chuckled, holding the experimental equipment, raised her eyes to glance at her, her tone light, "Recognize me as your dad, and you can also be rich."

"You..." That person was so angry they couldn’t speak.

Song Nuan didn’t bother with her anymore.

...

Noon, the sunlight was just right.

Inside Night Entertainment.

Song Yi had just finished discussing a cooperation, checked the time, it was noon.

Sitting on the chair, holding his head slightly thinking, he sent a message to Tang Si.

Song Yi: [Have you eaten? Are you busy?]

Tang Si: [Not busy.]

Song Yi: [Let’s have lunch together? Where are you, I’ll come find you.]

Tang Si: [A bit later. I need to go somewhere.]

Song Yi: [I’ll wait for you, send me the address.]

...

In front of the prison gates.

A police car stopped, handed in documents inside.

Then the guard raised the gate, letting the police car into the innermost area.

The police car drove all the way in, parked in the space, the man opened the door and got out, went inside to see someone.

Wen Mu.

After discharge, he was detained here, awaiting final sentencing.

Holding a bag of documents.

Wen Mu came out wearing handcuffs, yet he remained suave and gentle.

Tang Si raised his eyes, looked him up and down, suddenly smiled, realizing that gentility might truly be etched in his bones.

Sometimes, when you wear a mask for too long, you become like that mask, and your true self, has long been changed.

"Brother, I didn’t expect you would come to see me." Wen Mu sat opposite Tang Si, his smile gentle.

He said, "Mom and dad came to see me too, they are very disappointed in me but also angry with you, I know this is my fault, can’t be undone."

"I also told them not to blame you."

"I hope after I leave, you can treat them well."

Tang Si’s brows lowered, listening to his words, his face expressionless, just lowering his head, handling the documents.

After Wen Mu finished speaking, Tang Si raised his eyes, coldly said, "You better be concerned about yourself now."

"I know." Wen Mu looked at the stack of papers in Tang Si’s hands, his gaze gentle, again smiling, saying, "I’m just afraid I won’t have the chance to say these words to you in the future."

"We’re all in here." Tang Si’s lips carried a smile, but his eyes contained traces of coldness, "Can you stop disgusting me, I’m allergic to green tea."

At this moment, another police officer came in, holding a notebook, the scene filled with professional equipment.

Wen Mu realized, looking at Tang Si, "You’re interrogating me?"

"Usually, when someone asks a question they already know, I think it’s brain cells dying, flaunting stupidity." Tang Si’s gaze lightly swept over Wen Mu’s face, "Are you?"

Wen Mu pursed his lips, "You’re still so sharp-tongued."

Tang Si looked down, handling the documents, sitting upright, his body composed and fierce, a sense of righteousness, with cool aloofness, "You instructed Mu Wanxue to kill Wu Wang."

"Last time the case concluded, everyone thought Wu Wang liked Song Yi, while Mu Wanxue liked Wu Wang, Mu Wanxue got involved with the indiscriminate Wu Wang, but Wu Wang always regarded Mu Wanxue as a substitute for Song Yi, humiliating her, leading Mu Wanxue to have the direct motive to frame Song Yi for killing Wu Wang."

"She wanted Song Yi to be ruined, killed Wu Wang herself for revenge, also framing Song Yi to absolve herself."

"All this was perfectly executed, the evidence chain complete, except Mu Wanxue left her underwear at Wu Wang’s house, which exposed her."

"Along with it was the paper stained with Song Yi’s blood, and a sun-protective shirt burnt with cigarette holes."

Tang Si coldly said, "This act, you played beautifully."

If it weren’t for the cruise incident, providing a legitimate reason to investigate him thoroughly, he might have truly covered it up.

Wen Mu’s room, as well as his phone and computer, had too much evidence.

Listening to all this, Wen Mu wasn’t surprised, being caught, all these things would eventually be uncovered.

He smiled gently, with a deep but cold undertone, "So what, this case was resolved a long time ago."

"How did you find out?"

"The evidence shows, you frequently visited Mu Wanxue’s residence, the sun-protective shirt with cigarette holes, that cigar was found in your room too, and it is special, very rare domestically. Also, the person stalking Song Yi, no matter where she went, following her, was you, all just to find a good opportunity to frame her."

"Moreover, when Song Yi went to the mall, you were there too. Gave a girl a thousand bucks."

"During the mall fire, you had someone start it." Tang Si spoke with conviction, "Why do all this?"

Wen Mu from start to end, hid very deep. Even when suspected, no flaws could be grabbed.

This was why Tang Si never had a specific suspect to focus on.

He is the captain, his speculations will affect the final progress of the entire case.

If he suspects the wrong person, the manpower and resources wasted behind the investigation, along with the time, aren’t small, and the cost is also substantial.

Without sufficient reason and speculation, he can’t speak openly about his suspicions, no matter whom he suspects.

He has been holding back, settling down, until this very moment today.

Moreover, Wen Mu’s techniques are truly brilliant, voluntarily coming to the criminal investigation team as a consultant, profiling crime, and helping solve cases.

Amongst them, they have been engaged in a game of chess. This is also why Wen Mu constantly calls Tang Si "Brother Si," while Tang Si remains indifferent towards him.

Mu Wanxue is the one shouldering the blame, as for why she does so willingly, perhaps Wen Mu has something on her, which remains unknown.

Tang Si looked calmly at Wen Mu, "After doing so much, why?"

The source of all this evidence also includes Song Yi investigating the part of her benefactor from years ago, crossing all information, previous cases were all manipulated from behind the scenes by Wen Mu.

Today is truly the day everything comes to light.

"I thought you would know very well." Wen Mu looked at Tang Si with smiling eyes.

Tang Si raised his eyes, meeting his gaze, clear and unwavering.

"Why would I know your thoughts?" Tang Si’s voice was icy, strictly serious, "Continue, confession leads to leniency, resistance leads to severity."

Wen Mu, "Whether I speak or not, I’ve already settled on a crime."

"But I want you to know, I don’t like you, never did, since childhood."

"We are both people of the Wen Family, but at school, wherever we went, others’ eyes were always on you. Teachers too, classmates too."

"At banquets, merchants’ gazes and attention were also on you, those with fame and profits, upon seeing you, couldn’t hide their liking in their eyes."

"At that time, we were both still young." Wen Mu’s tone was indifferent, "I was uncomfortable, my mom was uncomfortable too."

"Our whole family, if we peacefully coexist, then you would be the protagonist of the Wen Family, the dazzling star, whereas I would be buried under your radiant light, unable to stand out."

Tang Si listened, his expression very faint, showing no changes, his tone was very quiet and indifferent, "So this is why you two have tried every means to frame and harm me, to set me up, even after I cleared my name, you wanted me dead?"

"Yes." Wen Mu openly admitted, "With you dead, everything would be mine. Originally, I didn’t want you dead, just ruin would suffice, but you’re so clever, unfortunately, I had to see you dead."

"How could the great assets of the Wen Family just fall into your hands?" Wen Mu’s expression turned cold, "I simply cannot bear to see you well, everything you have, I want to destroy."

"Pfft." Tang Si lowered his eyes, let out a cold laugh, full of disdain and ridicule, "What you are destroying is yourself."

Wen Mu and his mother have always been sowing discord in front of Wen Heshang, causing the father-son relationship to collapse time and time again, making Tang Si’s life in the Wen Family worse than that of a beggar.

At least a beggar wouldn’t be framed every day without reason, wouldn’t face the risk of losing their life daily.

The only funny part was that Tang Si was young then, always sincerely treated Wen Mu kindly, even if set up, should Wen Mu apologize, he could forgive.

No matter how his parents were, his relationship with Wen Mu remained good, everything was shared with Wen Mu.

But Wen Mu shared everything with his mother.

Repaying his kindness with malice.

At that time, Tang Si, his emotions, feelings, he as a person had low value and was pitiful to the extreme.

Due to being young, he didn’t understand why they treated him this way.

Thinking back now, it was incredibly ridiculous.

Being trampled upon by the ones closest and trusted during the purest emotional times, then growing up through working in the darkness and forging, witnessing all the unbearable human nature.

This led, a long time later upon encountering love, upon meeting Song Yi, to hesitance to step forward.

Say he is cowardly, perhaps, the lifelong coldness and refusal, always distant and unapproachable, are merely his way of protecting himself.

There’s no one born with blood cold as ice, decisive and ruthless.

"I can’t stand seeing you well, it’s been like that since childhood." Wen Mu looked at him, "So, regardless of what field you enter, I would trip you up, like in these cases, you’re smart, but I have to go against you, fight you."

"Tang Si, now it seems like you’ve won." Wen Mu smiled, with knives hidden in his eyes, his tone gentle yet cold, "But you lost your first half of life to me."

"Your first half of life, destiny all controlled by me, you’re merely a pathetic bug."

This gives him pleasure, letting him savor the thrill of playing a smart person in the palm of his hands.

His mention of these was merely in desire to see the resentment on his face.

For Tang Si, his emotions rarely fluctuate, no matter what he encounters.

He wanted to see varied expressions from Tang Si.

And now, Tang Si listened calmly and softly, leisurely raising his almond eyes to Wen Mu, "With your worldview and perspective, you can only see what you wish to see, such as now, sitting in this humiliated cage."

"If that’s your thought, then let it be." Tang Si’s tone was indifferent, "Will I change my way of living based on your opinion? Absurd."

He held a pen in his hand, recording something.

Purely the attitude of a police officer here to handle a case, no emotional ripples from start to finish.

He has endured far more than this, these few words scratching no itch for Tang Si.

Wen Mu lowered his eyebrows fiercely, "Let me tell you one more thing."

Tang Si was silent, just quietly gazing at Wen Mu.

"You’ve experienced too much, with a repeated attitude and those past unbearable experiences, you might forget many things," Wen Mu said, "After all, a person cannot bear or remember every single event."

"And for you, each day was agony and nightmare." Wen Mu, "I think, back then, you almost couldn’t distinguish whether those nightmares were real or reality was real."

Tang Si’s eyes darkened slightly, but he didn’t speak.

Wen Mu’s words weren’t wrong, he did have nightmares, one after another, and dreams often bridged with reality, leaving his mind chaotic, nearly leading to a split personality.

Indeed, he couldn’t distinguish reality from nightmares.

"You saved Song Yi." Wen Mu spoke, his gaze fixed firmly on Tang Si, eager to see his reaction.

Tang Si’s pupils shrank, his eyebrows furrowed, the things in his hand tightened, clenched fiercely.

Seeing Tang Si’s reaction, Wen Mu smiled with satisfaction.

"There’s no way you remember." Wen Mu’s tone was mild, but at this moment, in Tang Si’s ears, it was like the devil’s voice gradually revealing his past, his scars.

Putting him through a form of torture.

Indeed, he didn’t care much for his past, but every word from Wen Mu was recorded, revealing the dark, unknown, pitiful and undignified Tang Si in the sun, for people to view and inspect his scars.

It was Wen Mu’s toughest act.

Tang Si could bear everything, that’s because only he knew, but when this is known by many, could he still continue to endure?

Now Wen Mu speaks, Tang Si is here for investigation, Wen Mu’s words are related to his own case, Tang Si must act according to the law, cannot interrupt, cannot prevent him from speaking.

Even if he wanted to get up and leave, he couldn’t, though no shackles were present, he felt bound to this place.

Wen Mu glanced at Tang Si’s expression, laughing excitedly, "Do you want to hear? I can tell you, it’s unrelated to the case, but Officer Tang, it’s what your girlfriend Song Yi most wants to know."

"This matter is also related to you."

Wen Mu smiled, "However, even if you don’t want to hear, I will say it, I am confessing my sins, confessing my wrongdoings. I’m surrendering, the victim is you and many other innocent people too, you must listen."

Tang Si gripped the pen tightly, veins bulging, teeth gritted fiercely.

The pen gradually started to bend in Tang Si’s hand—

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