Jian Tao returned to her residence, her mind restless, her head as tangled as a ball of paste, unable to sort things out. Her daughter was playing under the guidance of the maid Wu Ma. After watching for a while, she withdrew her attention.

"There’s a daddy’s smell on him!" Recalling her daughter’s words, Jian Tao felt utterly broken inside, her heart shattered, pain scattered all over.

As for why Xixi had such a sense of smell, Jian Tao didn’t know. Maybe that’s why Xixi had a natural affinity for Ye Fan. Unable to figure out the reason, she could only attribute it to that heart.

For Ye Fan and Mengyao, Jian Tao had met them once and gained some understanding. They were a couple in deep love, which was apparent from their conversations. Watching this scene, her heart couldn’t feel at ease.

"Since they don’t know about Zhao Hai’s death, looking at it this way, they don’t know who Zhao Hai is? Then, does it mean Zhao Hai’s death has nothing to do with them?" Jian Tao fell into thought, "If they really wanted to harm Zhao Hai, they would definitely investigate Zhao Hai’s identity and background. It’s impossible for them to know nothing about Zhao Hai."

This thought brought with it many reasons to convince herself, and indeed, if they really intended to harm Zhao Hai, it was impossible not to investigate who Zhao Hai was and what his identity was like, right?

Quickly, she dismissed this idea, "Perhaps, in their eyes, Zhao Hai was just an insignificant little person, and his life or death meant nothing to them. Therefore, they didn’t care about Zhao Hai’s identity and killed him regardless."

Jian Tao wasn’t lost in thought; this idea was evidently quite reasonable and logical.

Imagine, with the status of Terminator, Fire Phoenix, and the Butcher, if they wanted to kill someone, they wouldn’t care about so many details. As long as it served their needs, they would aim at the target and strike decisively, not caring about the life and death or feelings of others.

Jian Tao’s logic painted Ye Fan and the others as people who didn’t distinguish between good and evil and wouldn’t stop until their goals were achieved. In her mind, Ye Fan and the others were villains who didn’t care about others’ life and death, only concerned with their gains and losses.

No matter how Jian Tao viewed Ye Fan and the others, Ye Fan was definitely not like that. She now held a bias against Ye Fan and the others, convinced that Ye Fan was the suspect, naturally not thinking on the positive side.

Thinking of her husband, he was like a random target to be slaughtered, encountered such a fate; her heart wrenched.

"In that case, what Mengyao said to me could be intentionally for me to hear. They clearly know who Zhao Hai was, and since he is already dead, pretending not to know is deceiving me, certainly with some ulterior motive." Jian Tao thought confidently, although she was unsure of the motive; it remained a question.

She switched to another mode of thinking, "Perhaps, Ye Fan and Mengyao really didn’t know who Zhao Hai was, and someone under them independently decided to kill Zhao Hai. Either way, it’s something Ye Fan can’t be detached from."

Jian Tao’s thoughts were chaotic, based on logic and speculation, adding various possibilities of plotting to kill Zhao Hai onto Ye Fan.

She was determined to think like this, wanting to follow this trail to find a breakthrough.

"No matter what, no matter the cost, I will make sure the murderer pays a heavy price." Jian Tao was resolute, fixed on this idea, because when Zhao Hai died, she and her daughter were on the phone with him, such a brutal event happened on the other end of the line, making it unbearable for her to reconcile the cruelty that caused such a wound.

As a result, her character underwent some changes, transforming from a kind person to someone resorting to any means.

...

Ye Fan and Mengyao continued their conversation.

"This woman, Jian Tao, her hatred runs deep; it seems unsolvable. Even if we present evidence before her, she would think we fabricated it. Completely resolving the distress in her heart is impossible." Mengyao sighed softly.

On this point, through observation, she had a general conclusion and a preliminary understanding of Jian Tao.

"As long as we have a clear conscience, it’s enough, we can’t intervene too much, nor can we." Ye Fan said calmly, "Jian Tao has preconceived notions about us, making it difficult to change her mind. Even if we do something, it would be seen as sophistry and cover-up, not helping but backfiring."

"We see it clearly, but staying indifferent and doing nothing doesn’t work either." Mengyao said, "Investigating the real killer behind Zhao Hai’s death, this matter must continue. Even if Jian Tao doesn’t believe us, we must seek justice for the wrongly dead. Zhao Hai’s heart is in your body, having a certain influence on you. Helping Zhao Hai clear his grievances surely holds some benefit."

"Yes, Zhao Hai, before he died, must have been so attached to this world—his wife and children, family and friends—must have hated the murderer. Thus, finding the true killer could also provide me with some peace, free me from the emotional interference the heart brings, so I no longer dream about irrelevant things." Ye Fan said somewhat impatiently, the scenes in dreams, although they didn’t impact his real-life, were still a kind of torment for him.

If this matter is resolved, then it’s fine, but if not, it’s an unavoidable torment.

Ye Fan didn’t want this result; it must be resolved.

"Seeing Jian Tao’s sad eyes, her hateful anger, I find it hard to bear, especially when Xixi is so small; Zhao Hai’s death hits Jian Tao too hard; it’s heartbreaking." As a woman, Mengyao couldn’t help but sympathize with Jian Tao.

"Time heals all, it will slowly get better." Ye Fan said calmly, "Isn’t it that Jian Tao harbors hostility towards me, believing we are the murderers? Let her come; for her, revenge is a motivation, turning grief and resentment into the drive for revenge. We just need to be careful, also allowing her to vent in this way."

"We are putting our lives on the line for Jian Tao to vent." Mengyao gave a bitter smile.

"Sigh, why consider this, let’s take it one step at a time, it’s lunchtime now, what would you like to eat, I’ll make it for you." Ye Fan stood up and said aloud.

"Whatever you make, that’s what I’ll eat, I’m not picky." Mengyao replied cheerfully.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

The next day.

Outside Jian Tao’s villa, three strangers arrived. These three were sent by Zhao Zhongtian as part of his plan in action, Black Skin dispatched three trusted subordinates to kidnap Zhao Ruixi.