In the luxurious room of the Ling family, the elegant lamp light shines with a ambiguous glow, pouring on the two people entwined on the bed, making their sensual skin beauty even more captivating.

  Ling Han's lips were buried in Leng Qing's skin, inch by inch, kissing her tofu-like skin as white as water. The places he sucked on immediately turned into a purple-red plum blossom, like a water-ink painting, moving people's hearts.

  His fingers wandered over her smooth, satin-like skin, and the desire in Ling Han's heart grew thicker. His thin lips covered her soft little mouth, nibbling and kissing, causing Leng Xi to tremble uncontrollably.

  Moans also kept coming out of her small mouth, still awkward enough to make people feel sore, but just able to stir up the desires hidden in the deepest part of Ling Han's heart.

  Kissing her smooth and delicate skin, the cold and massive thing was also driving hard, again and again pushing Qing Xi to the headboard, pulling her down, holding her head against the pillow, not letting her bump into the bedpost, wanting her again and again, as if it would never be enough.

  It had been several days since he last saw her, and his body felt as if it had been empty for centuries, no matter how hard he tried to fill the void.

  Intermittent gasps, murmurs resonating throughout the room in the most melodious symphony, undulating bodies yielding to sweat, streaming down from the elastic skin like a brook.

  Ling Han's forehead was beading with sweat, his body drenched in perspiration, but he didn't feel tired at all. He was galloping freely and joyfully inside her, and he couldn't get enough of it.

  "Knock knock knock!"

  "Han Shao, are you in there? Come out quickly, something's happened!"

  Ling Han was about to turn over and change positions when the door was violently knocked, and a slightly anxious voice came from outside.

  It's Uncle Lou, and Leng Xi's dazed head was suddenly awakened. She felt embarrassed and immediately hid under the quilt like a startled rabbit, slipping in deeply.

  Ling Han's loud preparations for invasion fell flat, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat displeased: "What is it!" The sound quality was mixed with the hoarseness of the emotional sea, yet still undiminished in majesty.

  "How is he...?" At this time, another person's voice came from the doorway. The familiar tone made Cold Creek suddenly alert and wide-eyed, even though she was hiding under the covers.

  It's Baili Chang, how did he end up at Ling Han's house?

  "In a while, give him some time and he will come out..." Uncle Lou naturally knew what Ling Han was doing now. He calmly said, gesturing to Bai Yi Cheng to go first, and said towards the door: "Ling Shao, your uncle Xu Lian died in prison, many things are complicated, hurry up and come out..."

  Xu Lang is dead.

  That old lecher, good riddance.

  When Ling Han heard what Lou Shu said, he furrowed his brow, but in his heart, he said this one sentence.

  He patted Ling Han's butt through the quilt and said in a hoarse voice, "Hide well, don't come out without my call..." After that, he turned over and got out of bed.

  After taking a bath in the bathroom, I finally managed to wash away some of my desires and my thick voice returned to normal.

  Hearing a noise from the stairs, Bai Yicheng glanced over and saw Ling Han wrapped in a bathrobe, with wet hair walking down.

  "You're really a busy person! It's not easy to see you!" Bai Yi Cheng said coldly, his words carrying significant meaning, obviously mixed with his discontent and heartache.

  Ling Yan sat down in front of Bai Yi, crossing his long and powerful legs, rubbing his eyebrows with a hint of mischief: "Brother Bai came to my place so late at night, it can't be just to take a look at me, right? It seems that Ling's charm is indeed extraordinary..."

  "Xu Lang is dead, leaving behind a bloody letter saying it was you who killed him. You indeed still have charm, even the dead are entangled with you. What do you think about this?" Bai Yi Cheng's expression turned cold, his police officer demeanor evident, and he cut straight to the point.

  What? It was Ling Han's killer, and Bai Yicheng's words suddenly crashed into Leng Xi's ears. She, who was supporting the stairs and preparing to come down, suddenly nailed her feet in place.

  Ling Han raised an eyebrow, then smiled and shook his head: "If your dad wrote a will saying you're not his son, would you believe it? Is that the truth?" Ling Han's retort was sharp.

  Bai Yicheng had a somewhat chilly expression, with an air of indifference. How could he be so oblivious to him? Even if he hadn't thought much of Ling Han's attitude before, things were different now. Bai Yicheng was gradually becoming displeased with Ling Han and was wary of him. He furrowed his brow and suddenly said: "The dead don't lie, no matter what you have to cooperate with the police investigation. From now on, your freedom is restricted, you can't leave the country, can't go to other cities..."

  "This is to confine me!" Ling Han showed no tension, the curve of his mouth still so lazy and evil, as if it was a question but actually used an affirmative tone.

  "It's my duty, I have no choice!" Bai Yicheng said.

  It can be seen from his cold and hard attitude that the brotherly feelings between him and Ling Han are no longer as carefree and relaxed as they used to be, with one side stubbornly defending Ling Han.

  But it was cold and indifferent, like strangers, even adding a hostile lock between strangers. Lou Shu watched from the side, feeling deeply moved.

  A hundred miles away, the Linghan tomb was surrounded by a forbidden area. How could things have turned out this way? Upon hearing the conversation from downstairs, Leng Xi furrowed her brow in concern.

  "Old Bai, another case has occurred..." At this time, one of Bai Yi's brothers hurried in and looked around at the people in the room. Without beating around the bush, he said: "A hoodlum from the Sky Entertainment Center was killed, nicknamed Red Hair, just found in a back alley!"

  Bai Yicheng angrily let out a breath: "Where's that little brat Du Shaohui? Call him out here!"

  "What's with the huge temper? I'm here, aren't I?" Du Shaohui whistled and walked over to Bai Yicheng with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed. He patted Bai Yicheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Bai, you've been having a lot of fire in your belly lately! Doesn't anyone make chrysanthemum tea for you to calm down?"

  "Get serious for a moment, did you do that Red Hair?!" Bai Yicheng angrily opened Du Shaohui's hand.

  "Hey, hey, hey, Bai Ge, that's where you're wrong! You can't just frame someone with your mouth! I'm a good citizen, through and through! You can't force me to be a prostitute just to get credit!" Du Shaohui smoothed out his hair, saying these arrogant words.

  "Don't pretend with me, Hong Mao's brothers have all confessed that you can't stand Hong Mao!" Bai Yicheng glared at Du Shaohui with hatred.

  Bai Xiao You went home and told him about what had almost happened to her that day, Bai Yi Cheng was enraged and immediately mobilized his brothers to catch Hong Mao's gang, daring to move someone around him was simply unbearable.

  Apart from Red Hair who escaped after receiving the news and has yet to be caught, everyone else was rounded up by him. Unexpectedly, now there's news that Red Hair is dead.

  "Yes, I'm fed up with him. There are many people I don't like, do I have to go kill them one by one? Don't be a damn cop, go home and wash up, kid!" Du Shaohui continued to banter with Bai Yicheng in an improper tone.

  "Even for Xiao You, you shouldn't be doing this!" Bai Yicheng was fed up and pushed away Du Shaohui who had approached him with a dark face.

  If Du Shaohui had committed some other crime, he could still cover it up and make a small matter out of nothing. But now that it's about human life, even if Bai Yicheng was shameless and unscrupulous, he wouldn't have the ability or mind to cover it up.

  I've long known that Ling Han and his gang aren't good people, but I didn't expect them to become more and more brazen.

  "Stop nagging him, whatever! I'll accompany you to the end. When it gets dark and you don't want to sleep, I still want to sleep. See you off!" Ling Han didn't want to listen to Bai Yicheng's chatter anymore, so he stood up with a swing of his long legs, threw down a sentence, and walked upstairs with a swagger.

  Bai Yicheng didn't want to stay any longer either, and he coldly snorted as he left with his own brothers.

  The whole Ling family regained its calmness.

  Jianling Han has arrived, Leng Xi's heart is racing with anxiety, she quickly turns her head back to the room and lies down, pretending not to have heard anything.

  That girl must have fallen asleep! Pausing for a moment at the door, Ling Han thought of Leng Xi and couldn't help but curve up the corners of his mouth in a relaxed smile.

  "Come to my room for a bit, let's talk..."

  Ling Han's hand had just landed on the door handle, ready to open the door and go in to sleep with Leng Qing, when he heard Zi Feng's voice coming from the side.

  Ling Han hesitated for a moment before following Zi Feng into her room.

  "Why did he have to do this...he's already been sentenced to life imprisonment..."

  As the sound of Zifengwei fell, his words were like an anesthetic needle that struck Ling Han's heart, suddenly stopping all blood flow and heartbeat.

  His expression solidified, and he looked at his mother with an incredulous gaze. She didn't even ask him a question before she was certain that he had done it, and in her heart, her son was just that cruel and ruthless.

  Ling Han couldn't help but laugh, his face bearing a faint scar that Zi Feng couldn't see: "You're not someone who doesn't understand me, do I need a reason to do things?" He still used his usual sly tone to cover up the loss in his heart.

  Misunderstandings from outsiders can be tolerated, but often the most hurtful is the distrust of one's own family.

  Hearing Ling Han's answer, Zi Feng took a deep breath: "No matter what, he is your uncle..."

  "Right, also your brother, the dead old man who helped Ling Yun Tian drive us out without even blinking his eyes more than a decade ago!" Ling Han said with disdain, the disappointment and isolated wounds reflected in his narrow eyes were invisible to everyone.

  It was really Ling Han's doing, Leng Xi standing at the door heard every word inside clearly, each of Ling Han's words was like a thorn piercing deep into her heart, an indescribable pain.

  What's going on, Ling Han is so unreasonable, doing such a thing. What if Ba Li catches him?

  Lengxi is both heart-wrenching and worrying.

  "What are you doing standing here?" The door suddenly opened, and Ling Han caught sight of Leng Xi standing at the entrance with a lost expression. He furrowed his brow, with anger in his eyes.

  "No... I'm just hungry, I wanted to go out and find something to eat..." Seeing Ling's cold and hard face, Leng Xi took a few steps back, pinched her palms and bit her lip, looking very frightened.

  "Go back to your room!" Ling Han said with a cold face, pushing her arm slightly, his tone leaving no room for argument.