Fang Huaian was still uneasy. He was worried that Luo Minghao might be doing something secretly, and he would be unable to guard against it.
The next day, he asked the army for instructions and took a long vacation.
Political Commissar Meng laughed and teased him: "I used to say that you were a work machine without emotions. Now that you have a wife and children, it's rare to see you taking a vacation."
Fang Huaian straightened his hat: "Stop teasing me."
"How can this be considered a joke? I'm very happy that you can take a vacation. People should at least have emotions and a little more humanity."
"You mean I was inhumane before?"
Political Commissar Meng smiled again: "It is indeed more humane than before."
He patted Fang Huai'an on the shoulder: "The power of love is so great."
Fang Huaian was noncommittal.
The two talked about other things, and Political Commissar Meng accidentally mentioned Fang Limin.
Fang Huaian's expression changed instantly.
He was about to say something, but he stopped immediately and sighed in an incomprehensible manner.
"I'm sure you're fake, remember to have a good rest! I heard that the Luo family has a lot of things going on recently, so take care of yourself."
"Thank you, Commissar."
Fang Huaian stood up and left.
When I went out, the autumn weather was light and cloudy, and a cold wind blew, adding a touch of desolation.
The leaves of the trees beside the road turned yellow and hung precariously on them.
Fang Huaian glanced at the sky, abandoned the distracting thoughts in his head, and strode back.
Song Yiqing stayed by Luo Mingsheng's coffin, and the seven-day mourning period was about to end.
During this period, Luo Minghao made two small moves from time to time and wanted to be cremated in advance, but she was discovered and stopped each time.
On the day of Luo Mingsheng's funeral, bigwigs from various industries in the provincial capital came to see him off.
Rows of cars rushed into the funeral home.
It started to rain lightly on the road, as if it was also sending him off on his last journey.
After everyone paid their condolences, Luo Mingsheng was about to be sent to the crematorium. Luo Minghao's heart could finally let go.
Unexpectedly, the police arrived at the last moment when he was sent to the cremator.
"We received a call and someone said that Mr. Luo was killed. Now we need to investigate."
Big bosses from all walks of life were present and were shocked when they heard these words.
Everyone didn't know the whole story, so they were all speculating about it.
Song Yiqing cooperated very well with the police investigation, and the police brought in professional forensic doctors to conduct an on-site investigation of Luo Mingsheng.
After conducting a detailed investigation, the forensic doctor gave the result: "It was indeed poisoning."
This sentence undoubtedly threw this stone into the lake and stirred up thousands of waves.
Everyone was talking a lot, but they didn't dare to get close because Luo Mingsheng's death was so tragic.
As a doctor, Song Yiqing has seen such scenes several times, and her mental state is better than others.
The police communicated directly with her: "We need to take his body away now, and we hope your family members will cooperate."
Luo Minghao really wanted to speak out against it, but doing so would only make people suspicious and expose his flaws.
He expected that Song Yiqing would not finish the funeral peacefully. If he had known this, this damn woman should have attacked her earlier.
Leaving her in the Luo family will only lead to endless troubles.
With tears in her eyes, Song Yiqing pretended to be in disbelief: "Mr. Police, could it be that you made a mistake? How could it be poisoning!"
"Ms. Song, it's not convenient for us to explain to you here. Please cooperate."
She didn't hesitate at all: "Of course I will cooperate! Find out the real culprit behind the murder."
When she said this, she glanced at Luo Minghao inadvertently. Seeing his guilty expression, a sneer appeared in her heart.
"It's just that death is a big deal. I hope he can be buried in peace as soon as possible."
"We will investigate this matter as soon as possible, please rest assured."
What was originally a good funeral turned into a well-known joke in the provincial capital.
After leaving the gate of the funeral home, each family dispersed, and Song Yiqing expressed her gratitude and apology one by one.
Fang Huaian always stood by her side and became her most solid support.
Everyone looked at this movable signboard and saw that he was not only the most promising officer in the army, but also the heir to the Sioux City Chamber of Commerce.
With these two identities alone, everyone would give Song Yiqing some bad treatment.
When the building was empty, Luo Minghao showed his sharp fangs and simply broke up with them.
"If you do this, my brother's spirit in heaven will definitely make you uneasy!"
Song Yiqing hugged her shoulders and almost laughed at his words.
"I have never seen such a shameless person. He can say such things without shame after murdering others."
Luo Minghao was choked by her and could not speak: "You are so sharp-tongued, you are so beautiful!"
How could Song Yiqing be intimidated by his few words: "Let's see who is more attractive!"
The two parted ways here, but in the end they both returned to Luo's house by different routes.
Song Yiqing came back to pack her things. After staying at Luo's house for so long, she missed her little bed at home.
She felt like she was lying here, facing countless calculations every day, her expression was tense, and she couldn't rest well at all.
Back at home, she could at least have a good sleep.
So, she found Wang Minglan: "Mr. Luo's funeral has been delayed. Sorry."
"You don't need to apologize. I know you did this for the Luo family. Thank you for your hard work."
Wang Minglan did not attend today's funeral. She was afraid of seeing Luo Mingsheng taken away and that she would not be able to control her emotions.
"There is currently no place in the Luo family that needs me, so I want to go home and stay for a while. If you need me, please call me at any time."
Wang Minglan nodded: "What about them?"
The people she refers to are Qing Zhenzhen and Luo Minghao.
These two people stick to the Luo family like dog-skin plaster, and they will never give up until they get what they want.
Song Yiqing thought of this and said with relief: "They won't leave yet. But he doesn't dare to attack you."
All Luo Minghao's attention is now on Song Yiqing. There is no need for him to increase the risk of committing a crime by being suspected of killing an old woman who has no means of restraint.
In his eyes, Wang Minglan is extremely controllable. If it weren't for Song Yiqing, he would have obtained all the Luo family's property by now.
Song Yiqing gave detailed instructions: "If Luo Mingsheng is not buried for a day, you can use this excuse to fend them off for a day, and you will not divide the family property."
"I see."
"Well, don't pay any attention to what they say. If you really feel upset, just go for a walk and get out of the limelight."
Song Yiqing has considered everything she can. Next, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. I stand still and wait for the enemy to jump.
Wang Minglan's mental state was sluggish, so she reluctantly cheered up and sent her and Fang Huaian to the door.