“This one.”
Chi Xingyu casually pointed to a question.
The private tutor on the screen was initially surprised; they had just discussed this problem. Chi Xingyu was fully capable of solving it independently, with no issues at all. Even if there were any problems, she shouldn’t seek help from others.
However, Tong Sui, believing Chi Xingyu truly did not understand, elaborated thoroughly on the entire solution.
The private tutor, left aside, observed Chi Xingyu, who obviously had ulterior motives beyond just wanting help with the math problem. Who could listen to a science question with such rapture, a smile creeping up at the corners of her mouth?
Tsk tsk.
Her little thoughts were written all over her face, completely contrasting her previously stern demeanor. It was hard to imagine someone could exhibit such a stark difference in personality.
“Did you understand?” Tong Sui asked.
Chi Xingyu nodded, “I understand, learn—”
Tong Sui quickly covered his mouth, his ears slightly reddening, wishing he could hide half his face in his sweater collar. “Don’t shout randomly.”
“What do you like to be called? Kid, Xiao Sui, Sui Bao, or…” Chi Xingyu said softly, “Sister.”
Tong Sui’s grip on the pen tightened.
Ignoring the ambiguity hidden in her words, Tong Sui kept his head down, using his fluffy hair to cover his face from Chi Xingyu. “Are there any other problems you can’t solve?”
Sitting next to him, Chi Xingyu found it hard to concentrate on studying.
She nearly wished to kiss the tips of her flushed ears just like last night but didn’t want to scare him off.
So, Chi Xingyu pointed to another problem.
The question she pointed to was quite difficult, the last major question on the paper. Tong Sui, who hadn’t studied properly for a while, truly needed some time to think it through.
Chi Xingyu didn’t rush him, just quietly watched him as he pondered.
From the slight furrow of his brows to the ivory fingers gripping the pen, his dark eyes were serious and focused as he wrote down the solution.
After finishing the last question, Tong Sui let out a sigh of relief, the draft paper covered in neat and clear handwriting.
At that moment, Zhong Yi walked over.
“Xiao Sui,” Zhong Yi shook his phone, “a message came through.”
So soon?
Tong Sui recalled asking Zhong Yi to check on something, and hurriedly handed his belongings to Chi Xingyu. “I wrote the solution process in detail; you can look at it first to see if you understand. I’ll come back later to explain.”
Chi Xingyu looked at the paper in hand, then turned to see a car pulling away outside. She hugged the big bunny beside her, her expression revealing a hint of disappointment as she murmured, “Why didn’t they take me?”
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Tong Sui hopped into the passenger seat next to Zhong Yi, buckled his seatbelt, and heard Zhong Yi say, “That girl probably didn’t think we would look into it, so she left the card in her own name. As a result, we quickly locked onto her. She is already at the police station now.”
The car drove straight to the police station.
After getting out of the car, a row of familiar black-clad bodyguards stood at the entrance of the police station along with several lawyers holding briefcases, respectfully bowing to Zhong Yi. “Young Lord Zhong.”
Tong Sui didn’t expect to enter the police station again so quickly, but this time he was accompanied by Zhong Yi and the Zhong family’s lawyers.
When the police received them, they couldn’t help but glance at Tong Sui’s face several times, intentionally or otherwise.
“What’s wrong?” Tong Sui asked.
“Let’s sit down first,” a police officer said while serving them all a glass of water.
Another officer brought in several opaque evidence bags, spreading their contents, collected evidence, across the long table in front of them.
“Mr. Tong Sui, before we open these, you might need to prepare yourself psychologically.”
Tong Sui nodded.
When the evidence bags were opened, a flurry of photos fell like snowflakes, covering the entire table, some even landing at Tong Sui’s feet.
They were all photos from various angles and times, including some from shows and live broadcasts, with even some taken secretly amidst the crowd.
But the photos featured only Tong Sui.
The overwhelming stack of photos piled up, displaying in a very direct way the salacious gaze that one would rather remain hidden.
At first, Tong Sui only felt his mind going blank, followed by physical discomfort rising from his scalp to the heaviness in his heart, disgust and nausea, making his breath feel laborious, and his hands and feet icy cold.
Zhong Yi next to him was also momentarily stunned, but quickly reacted, standing up and slamming the table, “Where is that girl? I’m going to kill her today!”
A lawyer beside Zhong Yi urgently said, “Young Lord Zhong, please calm down. We can take legal action—”
“Who needs that? I just want to beat her to death right now!”
Just looking at these photos, Zhong Yi could easily imagine how many repulsive things that person had done in private.
Suddenly, he felt a tug on his clothing.
Zhong Yi turned around to see Tong Sui, whose complexion appeared slightly pale. The surging blood rushed out of his head, and he sat back down in his chair.
Tong Sui had calmed down considerably. He recalled that during that live broadcast, he had hardly exposed any outlandish parts of his body.
“Please, continue.”
The police officer replied, “We found many similar photos in her home. Each is marked with a different number and stuck in various corners of the house.”
“In addition, we also found this.”
It was a notebook filled with dense handwriting, identical to the two letters Tong Sui had received before, but more hastily written, with content that was downright unbearable to read.
“According to what she recorded, she acquired hallucinogenic and hypnotic pills through illegal means. If we hadn’t caught her in time, based on her previous behavior, she would have likely put it into action.”