HH Chapter 12

Chen Fei’s eyes darted around nervously, her mouth twitching unnaturally. “Why are you telling me this? I don’t know anything about it.”

“You don’t need to know,” Pei Qinghuai leaned forward slightly, maintaining eye contact with Chen Fei. “You just need to listen.”

Chen Fei’s nose twitched as she hesitantly raised her head to glance at Pei Qinghuai. He smiled gently, unlike the stern expression of the man next to him. Chen Fei intertwined her fingers, nervously rubbing her fingertips together.

Pei Qinghuai noticed her actions and chuckled, turning to Cheng Ye. “Captain Cheng, relax a bit. Don’t scare the young lady.”

Cheng Ye, caught off guard, was about to retort when his gaze fell on the one-way mirror. Realizing the people on the other side might be mocking him, a tinge of embarrassment colored his face. “Just do your interrogation and stop focusing on me.”

Pei Qinghuai ignored him, noting that Chen Fei seemed a bit more at ease. He continued, “Let’s get back to Tian Mingwei.”

As expected, the mention of Tian Mingwei’s name made Chen Fei’s movements stiffen. Unlike Li Xiaoyan’s reaction to Tian Mingwei, Chen Fei’s fear was more intense and palpable. Li Xiaoyan’s fear seemed a mix of reality and pretense, but Chen Fei’s was undeniably genuine.

Pei Qinghuai placed his hands on the table. “Tian Mingwei usually finds you at night. He takes you to a small room, similar to this one. Then, he touches you from top to bottom, finally resting his hands on your neck.”

The interrogation room fell silent, the only sound being Pei Qinghuai’s calm voice. Chen Fei kept her head down, her expression hidden, her hands clenched tightly in front of her stomach. She wanted to relax, but the physiological fear was overwhelming.

In the observation room, the group watched in silence, forgetting their previous tasks assigned by Cheng Ye.

“Wow, Mr. Pei is incredible. How does he know all this?” Zhang Yibao exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling.

Chen Xiaonuan and Yan Ya exchanged glances and gently patted Zhang Yibao, subtly pointing towards Fang Yuan. Zhang Yibao looked at Fang Yuan, straightened up, and scratched his head with a sheepish smile. “Captain Cheng gave me a task. I’ll head out now.”

“I’ve got work to do on the victim’s case,” Yan Ya said, waving her hand.

In a few moments, only Jiang Fei and Fang Yuan remained in the observation room. Jiang Fei glanced at Fang Yuan without speaking. Fang Yuan had always looked up to Cheng Ye and couldn’t stand anyone speaking ill of him. Seeing a newcomer outshine Cheng Ye was naturally unsettling for him.

Pei Qinghuai lightly tapped the table before speaking again. “He would choke you, pinning you down on the bed, leaving you unable to move. His hands were rough with calluses, and he wore a cologne so cheap it even made you cringe.”

“Stop,” Chen Fei finally interrupted, her voice trembling as she exhaled deeply. Her eyes were red from holding back tears.

Feigning ignorance, Pei Qinghuai continued, “Why? Was I speaking too fast? Let me start over.”

He pretended to begin again, but Chen Fei quickly stopped him. “No need. I do know Tian Mingwei.” Her voice was strained, her gaze fixed on Pei Qinghuai. “But how do you know all this?”

Pei Qinghuai smiled gently. “That’s not important right now. What’s important is you admitting you know him. Now, tell us everything about your interactions with him.”