Fu Beizheng was sitting in the car, holding a bottle of perfume in his hand.
The smell of perfume was very familiar to Fu Beizheng. It was mixed with the aroma of bergamot, which should have been a smell unique to Shen Wanyin.
Why did this fragrance suddenly become a perfume, and even became the most popular perfume in the city in a short period of time?
In the past few days, Fu Beizheng's heart has been up and down, tortured all the time.
This scent, which was similar to Shen Wanyin's, finally broke Fu Beizheng's tense nerves.
Chu Jin was sitting in the passenger seat with an ugly face.
Although Chu Jin has sent people to investigate, this matter is not as simple as a bottle of perfume.
They had found a handkerchief in the town before. From the scent remaining on the handkerchief, Fu Beizheng was sure that Shen Wanyin was still alive.
But if this smell comes from perfume, then it exists on countless women.
How to prove whether the handkerchief belongs to Shen Wanyin?
On the way back, Fu Beizheng tried to smell the handkerchief.
But after several days, the smell on the handkerchief has become very weak, and it is almost indistinguishable from the smell of perfume.
This was the most painful thing for Fu Beizheng.
There is already hope, right?
Suddenly, hope was on the verge of being shattered.
When Fu Beizheng returned to the villa, Sun Mingyi happened to receive the news and came down from upstairs.
Unexpectedly, she just saw Fu Beizheng entering the door and heard him yelling angrily.
"Why hasn't the perfume matter been investigated clearly? Chu Jin... What do you do as an adjutant? You can't even investigate a small matter. You're a waste!"
Fu Beizheng roared angrily.
Then he stopped paying attention to anyone, and even turned a blind eye when he saw Sun Mingyi.
Just like that, Fu Beizheng went upstairs and went directly to the study.
With a bang, the study room was closed forcefully.
This loud noise made everyone's hearts tremble.
"What on earth is going on? Fu Beizheng took gun medicine?"
Sun Mingyi frowned and said angrily.
Chu Jin, who was called a waste, was not angry, but felt more sorry for Fu Beizheng.
Then, watch him hand the bottle of perfume to Sun Mingyi.
This taste...
Sun Mingyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she smelled it.
This matter is complicated, Chu Jin only needs to tell Sun Mingyi a little bit.
After hearing the cause and effect, Sun Mingyi sighed and couldn't help but shake his head.
"The word love is really hard to explain."
With emotion, Sun Mingyi looked at Chu Jin and comforted her.
"Fu Beizheng is angry and probably feels pain in his heart. If he loses his temper with you for no reason, don't take it personally."
"How could it be? I watched the young marshal and his wife walking all the way, and I know how difficult it is for them. I won't take this matter to heart yet."
Chu Jin waved his hand and said without any concern.
It's just the matter of perfume that you really need to check carefully.
When Chu Jin brought people to Wang Shirong's company, the tailor hired by Wang Shirong was taking his measurements.
After Shen Wanyin disappeared, Wang Shirong was depressed for a while, and he was also very thin.
All the previous clothes were too big, so he could only ask the best tailor in Jinzhou City to make new ones for him.
"Boss Wang, is this bottle of perfume made by you?"
Chu Jin looked coldly and showed Wang Shirong the perfume in his hand.
It can be said that Wang Shirong was drunk and depressed all day long before that late-night phone call.
Now he is looking at the spring breeze with a proud look, how can people not doubt him.
Seeing the perfume, Wang Shirong shrugged noncommittally.
"It's from my company, what's wrong?"
"Why are you selling this perfume now? And you should know whose scent it smells like."
Seeing Wang Shirong admit it frankly, Chu Jin frowned and said.
Only then did Wang Shirong realize something was wrong.
What's wrong with his company selling this perfume?
"Adjutant Chu, I don't know why you suddenly came here, but this perfume didn't go on sale recently. It was already selling like hotcakes in Shanghai about three months ago. I only started to watch it become popular in Shanghai. Sold in Jinzhou City."
Wang Shirong also knew that Jinzhou City belonged to Fu Beizheng and he could not mess with him.
So when faced with Chu Jin's questions, he tried his best to answer them carefully.
"Also, you said the smell of this perfume... I just think she smells good, so I hope to smell it forever. Is this wrong?"
There was nothing wrong with Wang Shirong's answer, but Chu Jin felt a little depressed.
It has been almost a month and there is still no news about Shen Wanyin.
Just when they thought they had something figured out, everything seemed to be back to square one.
Before Chu Jin could ask again, there was a sound outside the office.
After a moment, Fu Beizheng pushed the door in with a cold face.
"Chu Jin, you are becoming more and more procrastinating in doing things now."
Fu Beizheng's eyes turned to Wang Shirong with sinister eyes.
"No need to talk nonsense! Come and take the person away."
As he spoke, he snorted contemptuously.
"Wang Shirong, I have a problem and I want to talk to you about it."
Wang Shirong was not surprised at all when he heard what Fu Beizheng said.
He had known this day would come.
Therefore, when Wang Shirong was escorted away, he was calm and composed.
When leaving, he did not forget to turn around and tell the old tailor.
"Master Liu, you know my temper. My clothes must be well made. I won't wear them if they have any flaws."
"Don't worry, Boss Wang, I will make the clothes well."
Wang Shirong was taken away by Fu Beizheng in person, which immediately caused quite a stir.
Officials have always said that Shen Wanyin was missing, but privately everyone knew that Shen Wanyin died in the fire.
On that day, Wang Shirong accompanied Shen Wanyin to attend the wedding. At this time, he was taken away by Fu Beizheng. Many people were speculating whether there was a hidden secret in this matter.
"You said that our boss will never come back, right? When have you ever seen Marshal Fu come to arrest people in person? I feel that the boss is in danger."
"I guess it's not that serious, right? Our boss is so rich and can eat well in every city, so Marshal Fu always has to give him some thin noodles, right?"
"That's not necessarily true. If it's something else, it's easier to say. That's because the young marshal's wife is missing. Hasn't Marshal Fu been busy with a lot of things these days? If this matter really has something to do with the boss, what happens next..."
…
Wang Shirong was not taken to an interrogation room or anything like that.
Fu Beizheng took him to the villa.
In the study, the two of them sat facing each other in silence for a long time.
Finally, Wang Shirong couldn't stand the atmosphere.
"Young Marshal Fu, what on earth do you want to do by bringing me here? You want to interrogate me and ask for various punishments. Don't look at me like that... It really embarrasses me."
"That late-night phone call was from her, right? She's still alive, right?"
When Fu Beizheng said these words, Wang Shirong's expression immediately turned cold.
"Fu Beizheng, you are actually spying on me, even listening to my phone calls."