She Came From Hell (GL) - Chapter 32
“We’re on our way back. Don’t take everything to heart, you… hey, where are you going?” Fu Jingsheng was about to continue speaking when he saw Fu Yilan heading straight upstairs.
“I’m going to my room to play games. Call me when it’s time to eat,” Fu Yilan waved her hand and went upstairs.
Fu Jingsheng shook his head helplessly. This child.
Back in her room, Fu Yilan opened her computer, launched the browser, and started searching for news and reports from the past ten years about the serial killings, as well as recent interviews with the police that revealed related information.
She watched a video of Fu Yinxuan being interviewed. He really had the perfect face for the camera—practically flawless from every angle.
She wasn’t sure why Fu Yinxuan had chosen a career as a criminal police officer in this life, but she had a feeling it was connected to her. Maybe Fu Yinxuan wanted to personally send her to prison?
Fu Yilan didn’t care. Fu Yinxuan would never be able to uncover anything about her. He would only remain lost in his suspicions, unable to solve the case.
“Miss, dinner is ready,” came the voice of a servant from outside.
Fu Yilan closed her computer and walked out of her room.
When she went downstairs, she saw Fu Jingsheng and the just-returned Fu Yinxuan sitting at the dinner table.
Fu Yilan took a small, delicate gift box from her coat pocket and handed it to Fu Yinxuan.
“Happy birthday, Brother,” Fu Yilan smiled.
Fu Yinxuan took the gift, opened it, glanced at it without much surprise, and said, “Thanks, but could you please give me something different next time? You’ve given me watches every year, and I only have two wrists.”
Fu Yilan shrugged and said, “Well, at least I’m giving you a gift. If you don’t like it, just give it back to me!”
Fu Yinxuan placed the small gift box into his pocket and said, “You can’t ask for a gift back once it’s been given.”
He then looked at Fu Jingsheng and asked, “Dad, where’s my gift?”
Fu Jingsheng coughed awkwardly.
“You didn’t forget my birthday, did you?” Fu Yinxuan asked suspiciously.
“How could I forget? I bought a sports car,” Fu Jingsheng said.
Fu Yinxuan’s eyes lit up. “Where is it? Where is it?”
“I haven’t paid for it yet,” Fu Jingsheng replied seriously.
“You really did forget!” Fu Yinxuan was speechless. He had gotten his hopes up, thinking his dad had really bought him a sports car.
Fu Yilan looked at Fu Yinxuan with a smile in her eyes and said, “Brother, you should understand. Dad’s getting older, and his memory’s not as good. It’s probably just old age.”
“You bad girl! What nonsense are you talking about? Dad is healthy! I’m only in my forties, right in the prime of life. Where did I get old age from?” Fu Jingsheng shot Fu Yilan a glare, but there was no anger in his eyes—only a smile.
“Hey, perfect timing! We made it just in time for dinner!” Zhou Yahuan and Fu Qin walked in, holding gifts.
“You guys came?” Fu Yinxuan asked, but he was happy to see them. After all, it was his birthday!
“Could we forget your birthday?” Zhou Yahuan laughed.
“Second Brother, happy birthday!” Fu Qin smiled sweetly and handed over the gift she was holding.
“Great timing, come sit down and have dinner with us! Lao Qing, bring two more sets of chopsticks!” Fu Jingsheng laughed happily.
Lao Qing was the Fu family’s butler, who had been dedicated to the family for over twenty to thirty years.
Lao Qing brought two sets of chopsticks and placed them in front of Zhou Yahuan and Fu Qin before leaving the dining room.
The butler and servants had their meals in the servants’ quarters.