Chapter 2163 - 2158: Confinement (32)

Chapter 2163: Chapter 2158: Confinement (32)

"You met her over at the prison?"

Rachel was both skeptical and relieved.

Tia, who had been silent all along, leading the way to the building she pointed out earlier, couldn’t resist confirming with a question.

"Yes, she has her own room over there, where she immerses in her painting art."

Fu Qian answered casually, observing the surroundings.

As expected, it was a good choice of location. From the outside, it seemed grand, but inside, it turned out to be mostly superficial.

It’s more than just a temporary storage for corpses; it feels qualified enough to be a cemetery.

Even though it’s a brick and wood structure, and doesn’t appear ancient, it still exudes a faint chill that reaches the spirit.

The echoes of footsteps even sounded particularly crisp and reverberant.

"I’m not that surprised; it’s something she would do."

This is where professionalism showed; even though Tia frowned, it didn’t affect her evaluation of Fu Qian’s comment.

"Are you quite familiar with Rachel and her husband?"

Her tone also piqued Fu Qian’s curiosity.

"Not really, I just heard Huck mention them a few times."

Tia shook her head, responding instinctively, and seemed a bit uneasy after mentioning Huck’s name.

"How did Huck describe them?"

It sounded like she was more acquainted with his partner than himself; it made his reactions this morning — leaving and then hiding back — seem reasonable.

Drawing an unspoken conclusion, Fu Qian didn’t press further, returning to the original topic.

"They’re quite a match... although I didn’t see it myself."

Tia recited an astonishing evaluation nonchalantly, along with her disagreement.

"Both she and Ed seem dissatisfied with their marriage, yet they hold onto some kind of special persistence, like it’s a competition to see who can endure more."

Ah, young people, and the old man does have keen insight.

Fu Qian simply sighed in his heart at Tia’s lack of understanding at that moment.

"Anything else?"

"Anything else? No, I said I’m not very familiar——and Huck is my uncle, I’m not sure if he ever told you."

Tia sighed, clearly not intending to discuss other people’s relationships anymore, and hesitated before sharing something about herself.

...

So that’s it.

No wonder her reaction this morning was so intense; it wasn’t just because a senior saw her, but a relative did.

Tia’s final revelation gave Fu Qian more insight into the morning’s events.

Moreover, Huck’s incomprehension of the younger generation now also made more sense.

Still, it seemed everything he encountered had much to do with the old man.

Could it really be his partner pulling the strings behind the scenes?

It’s hard to say yet, but thinking positively, the chance of something interesting waiting for him seemed to increase.

"Strange, she’s not here."

The place wasn’t big, and in no time they reached their destination.

However, without making further comments, Fu Qian watched as Tia searched around, only to return empty-handed, frowning.

"Will you wait here for a while, or change approaches completely? Does Huck know about the body incident?"

Changing approaches meant negotiating more formally.

He would get more cooperation then, but the process would be inevitably more complicated.

"I haven’t told him yet... let’s wait a while, this place is quiet, and you can take a break."

Fu Qian shook his head slightly, even finding a spot to sit down.

Coming to such a place to rest? Quiet it may be...

Almost tempted to complain, but after a moment of hesitation, Tia eventually sat down too, joining in the brief pause.

Originally, Fu Qian’s emphasis was not concerning, but now it was hard to ignore the surroundings, turning the silence into something more unbearable.

"Your skills are impressive; it’s thanks to you I’m clear-headed today."

While Tia’s gaze passed over him, Fu Qian seemed reminded of something, pointing at his hand.

...

Though the gratitude was sincere, Tia clearly resisted revisiting yesterday’s events, her expression momentarily strange.

"But it seems there are some side effects."

Luckily, there was no need for her to respond, as Fu Qian continued, extending a hand.

"Since earlier, it’s been changing color. Could you take a look and see what’s going on?"

What?

The topic shifted directly to a medical dispute.

Tia was momentarily stunned but instinctively shook her head.

"Impossible, what I injected wasn’t even medication. Are you sure you didn’t touch something?"

The sight of a natural hue startled her nonetheless.

You can’t blame Tia for reacting, as Fu Qian’s entire hand seemed dyed in green, extending up to the wrist, forming a demarcation like a faded glove.

"It shouldn’t be, the pain comes from inside, but I trust your professional assessment — it’s probably not the medication. Maybe it’s because I drank fake alcohol last night."

Indicating it wasn’t simple, Fu Qian didn’t pursue it, chalking it up to himself.

"You really drank a lot yesterday; I don’t know if it was fake... nor why I insisted on giving you an infusion... perhaps I drank fake alcohol too."

Reviving an old topic, but avoiding the embarrassing parts.

In this intimate setting, Tia finally shook her head in annoyance naturally.

"Was the infusion your idea then?"

What Tia mentioned appeared very interesting to Fu Qian, as it wasn’t something he requested, but rather she offered medical help.

"You don’t remember it?"

With a wide-eyed look, Tia seemed to doubt if he was teasing.

"I really don’t remember."

Fu Qian’s expression showed no sign of fabrication.

"It was indeed me... and you even protested, finally agreeing only if I changed clothes..."

After a long silence, with no flaw found, Tia, under the apparent loss of all specific memories by Fu Qian, surprisingly didn’t mind sharing about that crazy night.

"Then I had to borrow a set from a friend at the bar... the clothes I wore are still with her, and I don’t know how to get them back."

Though the information was vast, the events were too ridiculous to seem false.

So indeed, he insisted she wear those clothes, but only because she insisted on the infusion?

"So why did you go drinking then?"

Fu Qian didn’t question Tia’s recount, naturally asking further.

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