Chapter 258 - He's Not Wrong

Feng Xuan had just received a new list of candidates for her new secretary. She was examining each profile carefully. She had to pick which ones should be up for interview.

She was actually liking this short-haired girl with a great resume. She had a nice and kind face—the kind of secretary you would want to treat to lunch everyday. The others didn't stand out.

While she was busy looking at the profiles, Feng Xuan heard a lot noise from the hallway. Brows furrowed together, she got up from her seat, and went out. There she found Qing Chen blocking the hallway, talking to a huge man with a big belly. 

"Why?" Qing Chen asked. "I need you to tell me why you have to see her."

"I told you, Mr. Qing," said the man in a louder voice that echoed to the walls. "It's a private matter."

Feng Xuan put her hand on her h.i.p.s. "What's going on here?"

Qing Chen looked at her. "The detective wants to speak with you."

"Oh," Feng Xuan said, "Do you have like a warrant for that or something?"

"No," answered the detective, glaring at Qing Chen. "I just want to ask a few questions if you wouldn't mind."

"Okay," she nodded. "But my husband is going to listen with me."

"But—"

"That or you can leave now."

Now the detective glared at her and grumbled, "Fine."

She held her glass door open, "Right in my office, boys." Feng Xuan sighed as the two men got in her office. "I just assumed position. Pardon the simplicity of the room."

Qing Chen remained standing and the detective sat on the chair in front of her table. The couple leaned against the heavy desk. They looked intimidating for sure—like they were the ones interrogating someone.

One of the first things her father thought her was 'don't trust lower ranked policemen'. All the friendliness from Feng Xuan's voice from earlier vanished. "To what do I owe this… displeasure?"

The detective felt uncomfortable being stared down by these two. It reminded him of how he felt when he first met Qing Chen, that somewhat black aura that was surrounding him, immense and ready to suck him out of this world.

"What do you want?" Feng Xuan asked again.

The detective took a breath. "I just want to ask you a few questions about the model Da Xia."

It was like a dozen question marks sprang from her mind. "Is she okay?"

"I assume she is, but she is no longer in the country and refused to press charges and continue with the case about her car exploding."

"Then what the hell are you doing here? You don't have a case."

"Even if we no longer want to proceed with this case, the force tasked me to look into it, just to make sure it would not happen again and it has nothing to do with terrorism."

"So why are you asking me? Do you think I put the bomb in her car?"

"We've been asking around and found out that you two had a little feud."

"It was a fashion war." Feng Xuan cursed under her breath but she made sure the detective heard so he would know how stupid he sounded. "It's for drama and for TV. It's something for the media."

"But were you really fighting?"

She shook her head. "Sure, we might've hurt each other's feelings. But do you think I'm someone capable of actually killing someone? I'm a pastry chef and a fashion brand owner."

The detective's eyes flicked to Qing Chen who raised an eyebrow at him in return. Qing Chen spoke, "Do you have any proof linking her to the case?"

"I don't know. Do I?" the detective retorted. 

Qing Chen stared hard at him before pulling up a smile. He was sure there was nothing and the detective was only trying to scare them into saying something. There was nothing because they weren't the ones who did it.

Feng Xuan spoke, "Listen, Detective—I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"It's Detective An."

"Detective An, we're in a really busy period here in the office and we would appreciate if you would take your leave. I have nothing to tell you about Da Xia. You can try to reach her. It was her car anyway."

The detective gave her a grave look. "You do know that Mrs. Dai died the morning her children left."

"A tragic loss."

"Then you bought her stock in this company."

Feng Xuan laughed. No wonder there were too many unsolved cases. "Yes, I did. But I didn't buy it from her. Mrs. Dai had no claims on anything in this company because it was Dai Fang who was heir to everything that his father left. He put his stock on sale so I bought it. It's just that easy." She leaned back on her seat. "If you want to investigate someone, I think you should trail those siblings. Maybe they killed their mother."

The detective's lips settled in a disappointed straight line. "Very well."

Feng Xuan got out of her seat and pulled her door open for the detective. "It was nice meeting you, Detective An. I hope we won't cross paths again."

"I hope so too, Mrs. Qing."

Qing Chen held out a hand to the detective. "Stay safe, Detective."

Detective An felt something sting his spine. "Is that a threat?"

"Don't show up again or I'll kill you."

The detective's eyes went wide.

Qing Chen grinned at him playfully. "THAT'S a threat."

Feng Xuan let out another laugh when the detective was already out of earshot. "What the hell is wrong with him?"

Qing Chen only rolled his eyes while he was reading the topmost folder. "He had been trying to pin us to something ever since the murder of Mr. Wei. He was also there when you were kidnapped. He thinks were somehow reliable for those crimes." He smiled. "And he's not wrong."