Ximen Longting knew that she was by his side, and he felt peaceful in his heart, but he did not dare to sleep again.
He probed her forehead and noticed that the temperature was not so hot.
Surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes: "The fever is gone."
Wilson walked over and probed Jing Jiaren's forehead, and found that it was still hot.
He immediately understood: "Master, you have a high fever and your body is still hot, so naturally you can't feel Miss Jing's temperature."
"Her fever hasn't gone away yet?!"
"not yet……"
Ximen Longting was about to get up seriously, but his eyes were black. It was the first time he was so powerless.
Wilson stopped him: "Master, you are injecting medicine. You need to have a good rest. If you have anything to do, ask me to do it."
"I slept for a few hours."
"It's only been an hour..."
"Have you checked out the maid's room?"
"It was found out," Wilson lowered his head. "It was indeed found that a servant had a butterfly brooch bug. In addition, we saw a butterfly brooch of the same style in the garbage truck that is dumped out of the manor every day...
…and a mobile phone of the same model as Miss Jing’s. That mobile phone has a control function that can remotely control Miss Jing’s mobile phone.”
Ximen Longting looked shocked.
"Young Master, you know that the garbage in the manor is packed and sent away in trucks every day, and the garbage in each room is cleaned regularly by servants. And in the garbage bag of the butterfly brooch, there are Miss He's discarded stockings. We asked Waiter He
The lady’s servant identified the apple core that Miss He had eaten that day and the facial mask wrapper that she had thrown away—confirming that the bag of garbage belonged to Miss He.”
Ximen Longting's lips turned purple and he said coldly: "Why didn't you tell me right away!"
"It was only when the young master was unconscious that he was found out... I think you are too tired and need to rest."
Ximen Longting calmly unplugged the potion, gently let go of Jing Jiaren's hand, and got out of bed.
Wilson knew he couldn't stop the young master, so he had to go over and help him.
"No need." Ximen Longting stood up straight and said domineeringly, "I can't die."
Instruct the servants to take good care of Jing Jiaren and inform him immediately if there is any news.
So he strode out of the room.
Wilson followed closely: "I have locked Miss He, Miss Leng, and the servant...all in Miss He's room, waiting for the young master to interrogate them."
living room.
Leng Xinqi was lying on her stomach with her back wrapped in a bandage. She grimaced in pain and it hurt every time she moved.
The servant knew that he was in danger, so he hid in a corner and cried softly. He Waner also looked lost.
After all, Leng Xinqi is the third young lady of the Leng family. She is just a suspected accomplice in this matter, and there is no evidence to confirm that it is her. Therefore, in addition to being locked up, she still enjoys the treatment of the third young lady of the Leng family.
Several servants served her, feeding her fruits and massaging her uninjured skin.
Hearing footsteps outside, the servant's cry became even louder. He Waner couldn't even hold the tea cup and smashed it on the ground.
The door opened, and Ximen Longting's gloomy and terrifying face was like Satan coming from hell.
The bodyguards following him came in, one carrying a bucket of water, and the other carefully carrying a sealed oil drum.
Nurse He and the servant immediately knelt on the ground begging for mercy and crying out for injustice——
People who have done bad things will not admit their guilt without seeing the coffin, even if the evidence is in front of them.
If they confessed immediately, then Ximen Longting would become suspicious.