Chapter 741 - 651: Three Matters

Chapter 741: Chapter 651: Three Matters

Sure enough, the next second, he heard the Parliament Member say coldly:

"To be a dog, you must have the awareness of being one.

The bone rewarded by the master is yours; if the master doesn’t give it, you must swallow your saliva and can’t even have the thought of coveting!"

Wang Xinfa’s voice suddenly turned sharp:

"Li Hanyu... She’s daring to have different thoughts!"

Du Changle lowered his head, cold sweat pouring down; he felt guilty, sensing that the Parliament Member’s words were not just about Li Hanyu but also a warning to himself.

Du Changle’s throat spasmodically moved as he swallowed difficultly:

"The Parliament Member is right, Changle will definitely keep your teachings firmly in mind."

Wang Xinfa did not continue to warn Du Changle and instead asked:

"Tell me, how do you plan to investigate?"

Du Changle’s mind raced as he replied:

"Parliament Member, I am considering starting from three aspects simultaneously!"

He raised a short, thick finger with a gold ring, saying:

"First, investigate the medical team in the villa.

Qian Huan’s health status, treatment plan, medication records, and vital signs monitoring data... All this information is in the hands of these doctors.

They know Qian Huan’s physical condition best, and if an external force intervened in Qian Huan’s awakening, they couldn’t be unaware; they might have even participated themselves."

Then, he raised a second finger:

"Second, delve into the three ’special service providers’ who appeared in the villa last night.

Their appearance was too strange, very suspicious."

Finally, Du Changle raised a third finger, his fat face revealing a cold insight:

"Third, I want to investigate Feng Mu.

According to what I know, Feng Mu is deeply trusted by Li Hanyu and Qian Huan, and last night, Li Hanyu specifically called him to the villa, which in itself is thought-provoking.

Therefore, I feel that if Li Hanyu secretly did something before, or plans to do something next, there’s a high probability she would instruct Feng Mu to handle it."

Wang Xinfa didn’t look at Du Changle but gazed out the window into the dark, deep night, as if it held endless secrets.

After a while, he made a barely audible snort through his nose and did not comment on Du Changle’s specific plan, only uttering three words from his thin lips:

"Get to it."

.......

Feng Mu followed Hou Wendong to find his father Feng Ju, before leaving he "thoughtfully" left Liu Yi and Song Ping’an behind.

This "consideration" in Li Hanyu’s eyes naturally showed Feng Mu’s concern for the safety of her and her son, showing the sincere heart of a loyal vassal.

Li Hanyu did not say much, only nodded slightly to Liu Yi and Song Ping’an before leading them into the bedroom, closing the heavy door behind them.

"Click."

A crisp and resolute sound, as the door lock engaged, completely blocking out any prying eyes or eavesdropping ears that might linger in the corridor outside.

The risky move of forcing Wang Xinfa to recognize his son publicly had landed, and the tight string in Li Hanyu’s heart seemed to relax a bit in retaliatory springing.

She no longer treaded like on thin ice, constantly mindful of the bodyguards’ gazes; the faint sense of control breeding from "success" gave her the confidence for the next step.

She walked into the inner room with composure, stopping straight by the huge aquarium where her son Qian Huan lay silently.

Under the soft glow of the ceiling lights, the pale green liquid inside gently rippled, distorting the reflection of Qian Huan’s pallid face a bit.

Floating in the aquarium, Qian Huan’s gaze briefly stayed on Liu Yi and Song Ping’an.

Qian Huan’s eyebrows subtly furrowed; he had some impression of the two, but not much.

He only recalled that they were prison guards promoted after Feng Mu established the Internal Inspection Department, seemed to be named... Liu something and Song something, but really couldn’t remember their full names.

Qian Huan naturally did not show it on his face; he exuded the authority before his coma, as if he were not at home, but back to Second Prison, back in his Prison Director office.

Habitually measuring the loyalty, ability, and... exploitable value of these two with his eyes.

Li Hanyu smiled gently, her glance softened as she asked the question she had once posed to Feng Mu:

"Can my son and I trust you two?"

Liu Yi and Song Ping’an quickly exchanged a look.

Song Ping’an, usually clumsy and tongue-tied, appeared more awkward at this moment; Liu Yi was relatively nimble, especially after being around Gong Qi, he immediately bowed slightly:

"Madam, Minister Feng always taught us, as members of Second Prison, we should devote our whole selves to Prison Director Qian, so please trust us as you trust the Minister."

Song Ping’an lowered his head, muffledly agreeing:

"What he said is right, I do too."

Their answer could only be described as standard, neither an impassioned oath nor an emotional display of loyalty.

Their expressions even appeared somewhat rigid, like wearing a frozen mask.

After all, Liu Yi and Song Ping’an weren’t actors, couldn’t simulate emotional changes by substituting "Qian Huan" for Feng Mu.

Yet, their awkward response, in Li Hanyu’s eyes, became like a gold nugget of "truth," more genuinely reliable than those articulate, eager to show loyalty "smart ones."

Combining what she saw earlier in the corridor, Li Hanyu grew more certain—these two were simple-minded, straightforward, lacking deceitful cunning.

She already believed in their loyalty, like Feng Mu, they were small-sized loyal dogs.

Asking again was just a formality, a means to better introduce the next topic.

Qian Huan in the aquarium naturally didn’t see the crucial scene in the corridor.

His understated reaction to Liu Yi and Song Ping’an’s rather plain reply masked a slight, imperceptible dissatisfaction.

In his view, the level of loyalty expressed was too bland, lacking the necessary force and fervor.

But he had unconditional absolute trust in his mother, and if she approved, then she must have her reasons.

He slightly held his face, continuing to maintain his dignified warden posture, waiting for what comes next.

Li Hanyu’s face bloomed with an enchanting, satisfied smile, seemingly warming the room, dispelling that persistent cold smell of disinfectant as she softly nodded:

"Very well, then, if I need you two to handle some... somewhat tricky affairs for us mother and son?"

Liu Yi, almost without any pause, instinctively straightened his posture, replying:

"Please instruct, Madam."

Song Ping’an quickly followed, like a most loyal echo, his voice dull yet firm:

"Please instruct, Madam."

Li Hanyu’s smile deepened, she didn’t immediately reveal the mission, but instead added:

"These matters involve not only within Second Prison but also outside, perhaps... encountering some unforeseen dangers or bloodshed.

Have you truly thought it through?"

Liu Yi’s expression remained unchanged.

In acting terms, this is called lack of emotional progression—a flaw due to poor acting skills—but in the eyes of a seasoned actor like Li Hanyu, this "woodenness" and "consistency" were precisely the unvarnished sincerity hardest to fake.

Liu Yi’s answer maintained the same tone without change, still those few words:

"Please instruct, Madam."

Song Ping’an echoed persistently, replying:

"Please instruct, Madam."

No grand declarations, no vehement excitement, no embellished eloquent words—from start to finish only five words, concise, strong!!!

"Good!"

Li Hanyu looked satisfied, no longer probing further, but instead slowly raised her hand under their gaze, with three fingers painted in dark red nail polish clearly extended in the air:

"Three things in total, needing both of you to manage them for me..."