CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 520: THE SUSPICIOUS PERSON

Long Wu and Xu Er exchanged a glance; they both thought this was a bit odd! Nie Xiuwei and Han Mingzhe are both extremely calculating people. If they really wanted to retaliate against Leng Er and his group, their methods would surely surpass this.

"Then who could it be?"

The group fell into deep thought.

Ultimately, they felt there was something fishy about the whole situation. Several suspects came to mind, but without evidence, they could only investigate from multiple angles before drawing conclusions.

Fortunately, it didn’t result in chaos or casualties; otherwise, this matter wouldn’t have been resolved so lightly.

The grand opening day finally passed without major incidents.

When Leng Mochen returned home, dragging his exhausted body, he was greeted by the warmth of his family.

He saw Li Si keeping Buding company; the little guy was unusually energetic today—perhaps he’d slept too much during the day.

He sat boldly on the sofa with a cushion behind his back, watching Xiao Guai’s antics.

Leng Mochen felt a wave of softness in his heart.

No matter what the outside world was like, the sanctuary of home was always waiting for him with this kind of warmth and beauty.

Li Si handed Buding over to Sister Ding with a smile, then walked up to greet him, pulling his hand.

"You’re back! Are you tired?"

She didn’t ask a single question about what happened with Mo Si today.

Leng Mochen flicked Xiao Guai’s forehead. "Not tired! Watching performances?"

Xiao Guai pitifully covered his head. "Awoo..."

His big watery eyes turned to Li Si, clearly trying to tattle.

Buding had been sitting for a while now, and Li Si didn’t dare let him sit too long, fearing it might affect his development.

She placed him on her lap, supporting his waist as they continued watching the fun.

"Ahhhh!" Buding protested urgently, scrambling to be the center of attention—after all, that was his dad!

Leng Mochen affectionately picked up his son. "Missing Daddy?"

Buding blinked his shiny black eyes and babbled as though he were having a conversation.

The scene filled Li Si with a particular warmth.

"You must be exhausted. Why don’t you go upstairs, have a shower, and come back down to eat? I cooked tonight! I tasted it—it’s pretty good!"

Ever since Li Si gave birth, perhaps she’d been turning into a perfect wife and mother. In her free time, she began learning cooking skills, and surprisingly, she was now quite good at it.

Little Buding had started solid foods, and among the rice cereal options, he particularly loved the ones Li Si made.

Leng Mochen tapped her nose lightly. "Alright! I’m lucky tonight!"

He knew deep down that this little woman surely understood everything. She didn’t ask, and he didn’t plan to say much either.

When the incident unfolded, he realized he had underestimated the enemy.

He had made so many preparations yet hadn’t expected the situation would play out this way.

Something like this would never happen again!

Buding beamed at his dad, his eyes glimmering, still babbling and reaching out to be held again.

Leng Mochen stroked Buding’s chubby little arm and gently explained, "Daddy’s going to shower first. I’ll hold you again when I come back down!"

Buding seemed to understand. He stopped reaching out with his arms and instead focused on sucking his fingers.

Li Si watched his departing figure heading upstairs, finally able to set down the heart that had been hanging in suspense all day long. As long as he was safe, that was enough.

Bai Shasha, who had gone to Mo Si’s site with her coworkers, later described the situation to her in detail.

The person pulling the strings really had a ruthless nature. There were so many people at the site; if a stampede had occurred and caused casualties, not only would their responsibility have been immense, but their consciences would be irreparably condemned.

"Madam, let me take Buding!" Sister Ding said with a smile, reaching out her hands. Li Si handed him over.

Perhaps sensing Li Si’s emotional shift, Xiao Guai proactively scampered to her feet, asking to be held.

Li Si responded dismissively, "You’re too heavy!"

But she couldn’t resist Xiao Guai’s adorable gaze in the end and reluctantly sat on the sofa, hugging him.

"Xiao Guai, you have to protect Buding. Got it?"

Xiao Guai bared his teeth and thumped his chest, as if promising to honor his mission!

By the time Leng Mochen finished his shower and came downstairs in his fresh house clothes, Li Si had reheated the dishes she had prepared earlier.

Leng Mochen had always preferred lighter flavors, so today’s dishes included stir-fry shrimp and cucumber, bitter melon scrambled eggs, braised pork, pork rib soup, and fish porridge—all things he loved.

Settling at the dining table, Leng Mochen chuckled, looking at Li Si as she handed him chopsticks, clearly waiting for compliments.

"Looks like your cooking skills have improved!"

Li Si’s face lit up with pride. "Of course! I didn’t want to learn before—not because it was hard for me! Try it. This braised pork is my best dish today! It’s not greasy at all, and I added just the right amount of salt!"

Although he wasn’t keen on eating meat, her expectant gaze compelled him to take a bite.

"How’s it? Is it good?"

"Hmm! Tastes good!"

Before he even swallowed, Li Si hurriedly placed a bowl of soup in front of him.

"Quick, have some soup! Honey, I simmered this soup forever!"

Taking a sip, he realized it was indeed delicious.

"It’s good!" He nodded approvingly.

"Then drink more!" Li Si was thrilled. She was especially happy to see him eating the food she had made with her own hands, her face filled with satisfaction.

As long as he was safe, it was all worth it!

Under her watchful eye, Leng Mochen ended up eating quite a bit.

After dinner, barely giving himself time to digest, he watched Buding sitting on the sofa like a little adult, commanding Xiao Guai.

Li Si, ever attentive, brought over a fruit platter cut into small, decorative shapes for him to eat.

Leng Mochen, content and appeased, took her hand in his own. "Honey, sit down. Let’s talk for a bit!"

He had received so much care today that he felt grateful.

It wasn’t hard to guess her actions were fueled by worry and fear.

Having finally built a life together, married with a child, their happiness now faced threats from hidden enemies.

Though he had suspicions, without evidence, he could only remain vigilant and uncertain.

Li Si sat beside him, their hands clasped tightly, neither letting go.

"Go ahead."

Leng Mochen steadied his expression. "You must know about today’s incident, right?"

Li Si nodded. The moment she had heard of it, her heart had been overwhelmed with worry.

She had feared receiving bad news.

But now, holding his hand, she felt much more at peace.

Leng Mochen recounted the events matter-of-factly: "During the ribbon-cutting, someone threw RMB into the crowd, nearly causing a serious stampede. Fortunately, it was dealt with promptly, and only two people suffered minor injuries. The one throwing the money was caught—he’s mentally ill. There’s surveillance footage showing he was brought in by a man dressed in a security uniform.

But as of now, we haven’t found that man in Mo Si’s security team."

His tone was light, but Li Si shuddered at the thought of the scene, feeling intensely shaken.

However, hearing the term "mentally ill," an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. "Do you have a suspect?"

Leng Mochen stared straight at her, assuming Bai Shasha told her everything, which Li Si then relayed back.

"What did Bai Shasha tell you?"

"It matches what you said. But she was at the sidelines and recorded the scene. After re-watching several times, she didn’t find anything useful."

Leng Mochen breathed a slight sigh of relief. For now, he didn’t want to share everything regarding Han Mingzhe.

So, he vaguely murmured in agreement and continued, "Heizi is investigating. There are several suspects, such as Nie Xiuwei."

Li Si pondered for a moment. "Honey, after dropping you off this morning, I ran into Zhang Shan with her child at the door. She was acting a bit odd. When you mentioned ’mentally ill,’ it immediately reminded me of Zhang Yao. Do you think it could be related to them?"

Leng Mochen’s eyes lit up. "Zhang Shan and her sister? It’s not impossible!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote, recommend, or support me with monthly tickets! Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)