Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 512: Chapter 510: She Learns That Tang Si Was the One Who Saved Her

Black ink stained his hand.

Wen Mu watched Tang Si’s hand, his smile deepening. Gentle yet hiding a cold, sharp blade beneath his brows.

The policeman recording beside them observed the situation, then put down his pen and looked up: "Captain Tang, would you like to take a break and have some water?"

After he spoke, the air grew silent and clear, an inexplicable low pressure slowly rising, making it difficult to breathe in such an atmosphere.

The man sat there, tossed the fountain pen into the trash bin, took a paper from his pocket, and wiped his hand. He spoke gently: "No need, continue."

Having finished speaking, he took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and looked at Wen Mu: "Continue."

Tang Si’s voice now sounded deep and husky, an inexplicable low pressure.

Wen Mu smiled slowly.

"That year, you went up the mountain, and the main force left you behind. You found a room and saved a girl, taking on her pain instead," Wen Mu lightly and simply summarized. "The girl was Song Yi."

"If she knew these things, what would happen?" Wen Mu spoke slowly: "I have the video from back then."

"How you saved her, and how you took on those matters."

"It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember, I have the video. You will see that video."

"I hope when you see it, you won’t be too shocked. Not too surprised."

"Moreover, if Song Yi knew that you endured so much for her, what would she think? Would she feel guilty? Or would she look down on you more?"

Speaking, he laughed more and more indulgently: "Then, how will she weigh her feelings for you? Will there be more love, or more guilt and self-blame? Or, is there no love at all, just guilt and self-blame keeping her with you?"

"Love mixed with impurities is no longer love, it’s the result of weighing pros and cons."

Wen Mu: "You just don’t deserve to receive pure things."

As if determined to spoil a good broth: "Don’t forget, at the previous banquet, Song Yi was initially meant to have a matchmaking with me. The Song Family parents and my parents arranged it, you just snatched her from me."

"Both love and girlfriend, requiring someone else’s charity."

During this, Tang Si kept his head down, writing.

Once Wen Mu stopped speaking, Tang Si raised his eyes, his tone indifferent: "Finished speaking?"

Wen Mu leaned back, still indifferent: "Finished."

"How she sees me is her business, what her feelings for me turn into is also her business. My feelings for her are pure enough."

Tang Si spoke calmly: "Since you know how I live, you should know how I treat feelings. No need to provoke me like this, it’s quite a low-level tactic."

It’s not demanded that love and liking be reciprocated.

If Song Yi can like him, it is a gift from heaven. He once thought he would die somewhere unknown.

No one would find out.

Tang Si furrowed his brow and stood up, handed the notebook to the policeman beside him: "Compare it to the notes."

The handwriting above, strong and sharp, seemed to carry icy forces.

Having said that, he stepped out without glancing at Wen Mu.

Some matters are buried deep in the heart but will be unearthed; it’s just a matter of time.

Tang Si did not dare to think about what was in that video.

...

Rationality told Tang Si that previously he had no desires or demands, and even if there was no future with her, he had still possessed her once.

But his heart told him, even thinking this way still hurt, breathing hurt too.

He did not know what the video would be, could not guarantee how Song Yi would react after seeing the video.

Uncertainty surrounded him like sea waters spreading, filling over his head, continuously pulling him down to the seafloor as the cold and darkness all around spread open.

He didn’t know where his hiding place was.

Every step he took out was especially heavy, his back desolate, surrounded by a perpetual dark cold that could not be dispersed, making everything around him seem particularly forlorn.

Ultimately, his steps paused, and he turned into the nearby restroom.

...

Outside, Song Yi sat in the car waiting for Tang Si to come out, looking down at her phone screen to brush through news and short videos.

Feeling increasingly uninteresting.

"Ding——"

A new email came in.

The subject read: Here is your savior.

In the video.

A rebellious young man kicked open the door, pulling out a girl.

Soon after, the young man was tied back, his brows still wild.

Unyielding, not bowing.

In the dim room, people continuously tormented and tortured the young man’s will, even dosing him with hallucinogens.

Controlling his consciousness, he couldn’t distinguish between reality and dreams.

Pained expression, hoarse cries kept emerging from the video, day after day like that.

Enough to drive a person mad.

He gradually became covered in blood.

"Don’t hurt the face."

"He looks quite good, right?"

"Indeed a rare specimen..."

The conversation crude.

Song Yi’s hand holding the phone trembled, her heart wrenching, staring at the screen, eyes reddening, her every breath turning painful at that moment.

She witnessed the boy’s clothes being stripped layer by layer, saw the blood from the handcuffs squeezing from his struggle, the cuffs even embedding into flesh.

Every scene was bloody and dark.

He was observed under the light in such a manner.

The men rolled up their sleeves, unbuttoning shirt cuffs.

"Unchain his hands, for convenience," someone suggested: "He’s incapable of struggle now."

"Okay."

The young man’s hands were freed.

In the next second, the young man rose up, and several men on site had their throats slit by a dagger.

The last that could be seen was, amidst a sea of blood, he was entirely dyed in blood.

Gently lifting lashes, under bizarre dark light, eye corners suffused with heavy shadows, eyes reflecting intricate blood light, lacking any vivid color, as if before only remains bones, lips drawn with utmost sharpness, bloodthirsty and cold.

No emotions, no sentiment, slaughtering with hostility.

Colliding with that gaze seemed to be enough to take your life.

It was a cold penetrated through the bone.

At the edge, a person’s burst is astonishing.

...

Under the midday sunlight, Song Yi opened the car door, her entire body trembling, almost struggling to breathe, her heart tearing painfully, trying to breathe fresh air, endeavoring to alleviate those emotions.

Never before had felt this way, oppressive, hard to endure, leaving her mind blank and fearful.

This absolutely cannot be spread out, absolutely not.

The video connecting her childhood memories, with gradually blurred figures and never-clear faces, restored in her mind.

That was Tang Si.

It must be Tang Si.

"Sister, what’s wrong?" Fu Jingsheng approached from afar.

He came over to buy something, happened to see Song Yi.

Song Yi hastily put away her phone, Fu Jingsheng was attentive and glanced at the scene instantly.

His brows immediately knit tightly: "Did you see that video?"

About Tang Si, that video he had seen and encountered, Fu Jingsheng was indeed a hacker, and one of the top intelligence agents.

This video, maybe he and the shooter or the owner were the only ones knowing.

Song Yi, eyes reddening, immediately turned her head towards Fu Jingsheng: "This video has already been spread out, have you seen it?"

"You’ve seen it?!" Song Yi shouted loudly.

Fu Jingsheng grabbed Song Yi’s shoulders: "Don’t be agitated, I’ve seen it before, has someone released it?"

Song Yi took a deep breath, waved her hand, and a feeling of powerlessness and despair rushed in.

She crouched down by the car door in a voice loss and buried her head in her knees.

How was she supposed to process this?

Fu Jingsheng also felt complex at this moment. He reached out to hold Song Yi’s hand, but Song Yi, crouched by the car, pushed Fu Jingsheng away, making a gesture to stop him with her head down.

Fu Jingsheng just looked at her like that.

Even though the sun was shining brightly, despair seemed to envelop the surroundings.

Such a thing, Tang Si had never mentioned to her, and certainly would not.

And the sender who sent it to her must have had a purpose, but she couldn’t think or guess why, and the fear and unknowns pushed her toward despair.

And those things in the video, she was originally supposed to bear.

Fu Jingsheng frowned, looking at Song Yi from above.

Then he looked up at the direction of the prison gate, where a familiar figure was walking out.

Tang Si drove the prison police car, and because Song Yi came, he came out by himself.

"Sister Yi, Tang Si is out." Fu Jingsheng spoke slowly, "I’ll leave first."

...

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Song Yi slowly raised her head, seeing Tang Si coming out from afar.

She wiped her eyes, stood up, and exhaled deeply.

Until Tang Si walked closer, Song Yi noticed droplets on his face.

His eyes were rimmed red, and his eyelashes were wet.

Song Yi pursed her lips, tentatively asking, "What happened? Was it not going well inside?"

He was interrogating Wen Mu, and Wen Mu impersonated Tang Si, pretending to be her savior, so that video was very likely shot at Wen Mu’s behest.

There was no telling what Wen Mu might have said to Tang Si inside.

"I was a bit sleepy, washed my face to wake up." Tang Si replied indifferently.

Looking at Song Yi, he reached out to touch her eyelids, "Why are your eyes red?"

Tang Si didn’t seem to have any changes, everything seemed normal.

"Caught in the cold wind, it’s chilly." Song Yi also replied indifferently.

But her drooping hand was still trembling.

She tried hard to control it, tried hard to pretend.

Tang Si’s gaze swept over Song Yi’s slightly trembling hand, listening to her unsteady tone, a clear conclusion formed in his mind.

Tang Si exhaled slightly, "In such cold, you might catch a cold."

"You head back first." Tang Si patted her head gently, "I have to get back to the team."

"I can’t have lunch with you."

Song Yi bit her lip, "Are you that busy? But you still have to eat."

"I’ll eat at the team," Tang Si said, "This way, I can manage the workload."

"I’ll have to stand you up." Tang Si’s peach-blossom eyes looked at Song Yi’s face, "Will you be mad? I’ll make it up to you next time."

"It’s okay." Song Yi shook her head, "I’ll see you off."

"No need, someone will pick me up later." Tang Si said, "You should go back first."

He initially intended to have a meal with her, but Tang Si could see that Song Yi was not herself, could see her emotional turmoil.

She needed some time alone.

So did he.

"Alright." Song Yi looked at Tang Si, stepped forward and hugged him, "Come home early, brother. I’ll cook tonight, I’ve learned a little."

Tang Si embraced her, "Okay."

...

Around two in the afternoon.

The sun was obscured by dark clouds; Wen Mu and those evidence materials headed toward the prosecutor’s office.

Once it arrived, those materials would surely be made public.

In the sniper’s scope, the car drove across a wide road, stirring up dry leaves.

With a gust of wind, leaves flew wildly as a bullet shot rapidly towards that car, slicing through the wind and piercing through the leaves.

"Bang——!" Directly hitting Wen Mu in the back seat.

"Screech——" The car stopped abruptly.

"There’s a sniper!" Someone shouted inside the car, "Everyone be on alert!"

"Leave someone to check if the prisoner still has a life sign."

...

In the shadows, a man sarcastically curled his lips.

Shouldering the sniper rifle, he turned and left his position, his silhouette casual and neat.

A reckless yet uninhibited aura spread out.

...

In a hidden place.

Someone was waiting, watching as the man with the gun appeared, wild and defiant. He immediately stepped forward, "Master Sheng."

"Got the materials off the car?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

"Almost."

Fu Jingsheng, "Almost?"

"Yes." The person took Fu Jingsheng’s gun while saying, "Shi Xunnian went."

"What?!" Fu Jingsheng’s brow furrowed, kicking his subordinate, "Why the hell did you let her go!"

After being kicked by Fu Jingsheng, that person held his butt, stammering, "You, you said she could be used casually, I thought..."

"Damn!" Fu Jingsheng cursed, "When I said casually use, I meant she could be used to buy this and that. Who the hell told you to let her do that kind of thing?"

Shi Xunnian is still young. He was a humanitarian, and though he wanted Shi Xunnian to work for him, he also considered whether Shi Xunnian herself wanted such a path.

If she didn’t want to, he would let her go.

Yet, she was sent to do this illegal thing unexpectedly. Moreover, it was dangerous.

"Tap tap tap——" A rush of footsteps sounded from the back of the alley.

The two of them immediately turned around, the little girl holding materials in her arms returned.

Her hair was disheveled by the wind.

Breathlessly, she stood in front of Fu Jingsheng, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed from running, "Is this it?"

With that, she handed over the items in her hand to Fu Jingsheng.

"Yes." Fu Jingsheng grabbed Shi Xunnian’s hand, "Let’s leave first."

He had previously mapped out their escape route, and if they delayed any longer, both would likely be caught.

Shi Xunnian looked down at Fu Jingsheng holding her hand, wanting to say that men and women should not be intimate.

But after thinking about it, considering the current situation, it’s fine.

...

For a moment, Wen Mu’s death swept through the city’s public security bureau.

The criminal investigation team, their first priority was to find Captain Tang Si.

However, the phone kept showing an unreachable state.

Ultimately, a call was made to Song Yi, who was consulting Bo Shiyin on psychological issues at the moment.

"No, he wasn’t with me." Song Yi clenched her phone, "Can’t find Tang Si?"

"He didn’t answer the phone, maybe he’s busy, we’ll try calling again."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Song Yi felt anxious and restless.

...

Meanwhile, in the sun-drenched school.

A thunderous explosion echoed——