Chapter 1001: Why Bother with Evidence?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Su Wen was speechless. In her past life, she couldn’t even dream of owning a home in the capital, yet here was this man with forty-one of them.

“What’s the matter?” he inquired.

“It’s nothing,” she replied, struggling to maintain composure. To him, those houses were merely a number, devoid of any deeper significance.

Observing Heng Yang’s nonchalance, Su Wen decided not to dwell on it further and allowed him to feed her. After dinner, she encouraged him to eat alone while she waited nearby.

Zhou Hengyang ate swiftly, a habit from his previous occupation, yet he retained an air of elegance and refinement.

Su Wen leaned over the table, engrossed in a book she found increasingly appealing.

Thankfully, Zhou Hengyang possessed a resilient demeanour, unaffected by her intense scrutiny. Later, as Su Wen settled onto the soft sofa, Zhou Hengyang washed the dishes.

Upon completing the task, Liu Chun returned with Jiang Yu and Liu Qiang.

“Is there more food? I’m famished,” Liu Chun inquired.

Still wearing his apron, which seemed out of place on his imposing figure, Zhou Hengyang didn’t seem to mind. He suggested they find something in the kitchen.

Liu Chun was visibly astonished, gesturing toward Zhou Hengyang as if to ask Long Fang to witness this scene.

Jiang Yu and Liu Qiang regretted their presence, seeing this domestic side of their boss.

Liu Chun gestured to Jiang Yu and Liu Qiang, leading them towards the kitchen, while Zhou Hengyang took the documents Liu Chun brought back and headed to the living room to find Su Wen.

Su Wen had been exhausted these past few days. After eating, she sat on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze. Zhou Hengyang gently lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, where he carefully removed her shoes and tucked her in, ensuring she wouldn’t wake up before returning downstairs.

At this moment, Liu Chun was devouring his meal eagerly, asking between bites, “Where’s Su Wen?”

“Tired. She’s resting,” he replied.

Liu Qiang eagerly greeted him, while Zhou Hengyang urged him to sit and eat. Liu Qiang grinned broadly, sitting down happily and enjoying his noodles with great gusto.

Amused by their reactions, Jiang Yu couldn’t help but cover his face, embarrassed to be associated with Liu Qiang.

“Have you found out anything?”

“Indeed,” Liu Chun snapped his fingers, finishing the soup in his bowl before continuing, “But there’s no evidence. It’s difficult to hold anyone accountable for this matter. It depends on whether you, Hengyang, are willing to delve deep into it.”

Jiang Yu and Liu Qiang looked nervously at Zhou Hengyang. They knew who Liu Chun was suspecting, and it was precisely because they knew that they were nervous.

Zhou Hengyang, with a hint of mockery, dismissed the necessity of evidence.

“Why bother with evidence?” he challenged. “Sometimes, my word is enough.”

The three of them exchanged incredulous glances, awed by his commanding presence and authority. Liu Qiang’s mind was quick to grasp the situation, his face filled with admiration and awe.