Reborn As A Lucky Girl

Ouyang Qing'an had no choice but to find Qin Yali's pajamas and let Xue Xue'er wear them. The clothes were handed to Xue Xue'er, but she did not take them.    

    

At first glance, she was still sitting in a daze and did not hear what he just said. Ouyang Qing'an was not angry, so he could only sit down and sit on the sofa opposite Xue Xue'er.    

    

He quietly waited for her to come back to her senses.    

    

"Oh, that, what did you say just now?" She seemed to have woken up from a dream as she grabbed Ouyang Qing'an and asked in a daze.    

    

Ouyang Qing'an was not that easy to fool. He stared coldly at Xue Xue'er, examining her expression. He was too serious, causing the atmosphere in the living room to rise rapidly.    

    

"The newspaper you were holding just now was about yesterday's report. Yesterday, there was only one murder case, and it happened at our hotel. Do you know the murderer or the victim?"    

    

Indeed, Ouyang Qing'an saw Xue Xue'er's left finger curl up slightly. Although he did not want to use such a method to make the other party confess, she had hidden too much from him. It was very difficult for him to enter the other party's heart.    

    

If he wanted to know what she was thinking, he had to make her tell the truth.    

    

Xue Xue'er could not accept the other party's gaze and it made her feel as if all her secrets were exposed under the sun. That feeling was not very comfortable. But she did not have the intention of reprimanding. She just turned her head and avoided talking.    

    

Who knew that Ouyang Qing'an would still continue to speak to himself.    

    

"You should have seen that person just now, right? No, it should be the murderer. Did she pose a threat to you?"    

    

When Ouyang Qing'an held her in his arms, Xue Xue'er finally shed a tear at the corner of her eyes. Gradually, the tear fell and she also began to sob softly.    

    

She did not know how to say what happened to her. If she said it, no one would dare to believe it, right? She had hidden herself for so many years, yet in the end, she was still suspected to be a freak or a supernatural event.    

    

Ouyang Qing'an saw that the little girl was crying, so he didn't ask any more questions. The one who felt sorry for him was himself. He could only coax her, and even clumsily sing a lullaby for her.    

    

"Mr Qing'an, I have to let her get punished. No matter what, I have to do it." He even killed her at all costs.    

    

Her fists were clenched very tightly, but Ouyang Qing'an broke them apart and then held her hands together. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and in a place that she could not see, it revealed an extraordinary determination.    

    

His voice was very gentle, but the words he said were very harsh.    

    

"You don't need to do anything. Let me do everything."    

    

Since she hated this person so much, he didn't mind helping her deal with it. His little princess only needed to be happy every day.    

    

Xue Xue'er refused and protested, "No, I can do it myself. I don't need you."    

    

"Okay, okay, okay. Then you go take a shower first."    

    

Taking advantage of Xue Xue'er's time to take a shower, Ouyang Qing'an quickly found the newspaper today. He sat in front of the computer and looked at the name and started to think.    

    

Yang Shulan seemed to be Yang Xiong's daughter. The successor of the Yang Consortium's enterprise, but the Yang Consortium's shares and company market value seemed to be shrinking recently.    

    

The victim was called Tang Tang. Coincidentally, Yang Shulan had a good relationship with Tang Tang. Previously, it was just a rumor in the industry. It was said that Tang Tang's fiancé had some relationship with Yang Shulan.    

    

"Since that's the case, then I'll let you lose your reputation first." He muttered softly to himself and spoke nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather today.    

    

"Hello, Director Kang, I need to trouble you to help me with something..."    

    

When Xue Xue'er came out of the bathroom, he had already sat in the living room. He was reading a book. Xue Xue'er walked to the stairs on the second floor and looked down at him. "Mr Qing'an, what are you reading so late at night? Hurry up and rest. You still have to go to work tomorrow."    

    

"Yes, you go first. I will come later. Oh right. There's a glass of milk on the table in your room. Remember to drink it."    

    

"Okay, then I'll go first."    

    

Xue Xue'er's room was only one wall away from Ouyang Qing'an's bedroom.