Chapter 120: I Must Tell You the Truth

Zhang Shen rolled his eyes at Ye Qiong’s remarks and said, "Just eat your dumplings and stop spouting nonsense about things you don't understand."

Ye Qiong was just messing around and didn't take her own words to heart, so she naturally brushed it off.

"I heard some stories about Long Si at the Lu residence just now. I want to ask, do you still have that business card?"

Ever since her father was poisoned, Wang Ying had not been able to relax for a single moment, especially knowing that all current suspicions pointed toward Long Si. That business card had become, for her, an item of vital importance. Hearing Zhang Shen ask for it, she immediately sensed that he must have discovered some clues.

Wang Ying reached into her pocket and handed the card to Zhang Shen.

Looking at the address on the card, Zhang Shen muttered to himself, "Panlong Restaurant, Number 8 Zhongshan Road, Yuehu City."

"Does anyone here know this place?"

Although Zhang Shen had been in Yuehu for quite some time, his knowledge of the city was limited to internet cafes and nursing homes. He was completely unfamiliar with anything else.

Ye Qiong and Wang Ying, however, were both very familiar with the location. They answered in unison, "I know it!"

Seeing the clues gradually narrowing in on the truth, Zhang Shen began to formulate a plan in his mind. If he could also find Huang Wanting, everything would be in place—the right time, the right place, and the right people.

With this in mind, Zhang Shen urged, "In that case, we must head there immediately."

"But it’s getting late. Isn't it a bit risky to go there now?"

Although Wang Ying was eager to uncover the truth, she remained cautious. She worried about unforeseen dangers and felt that at least one person should stay behind to provide support. Despite her quiet demeanor, Wang Ying was capable of calm, rational thinking when faced with major issues.

She laid out her concerns, and Zhang Shen agreed that her reasoning was sound. Entering a tiger's den required a detailed plan. However, a different thought was beginning to take root in Zhang Shen’s mind.

Thinking of Long Si led him to Huang Wanting, and thinking of Huang Wanting brought to mind the black bag that Meng Ran had given to Wang Ying.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you? Are you scared? If so, why don't you stay outside and act as our backup?" Ye Qiong teased, noticing Zhang Shen’s distracted state.

Zhang Shen remained lost in thought, worried about whether what he was about to say would sow discord between Meng Ran and Wang Ying.

"What exactly are you thinking about?"

Unlike Ye Qiong’s playful attitude, Wang Ying knew that whatever Zhang Shen was calculating must be related to her father's poisoning. Seeing him sifting through the details, she asked calmly.

After long deliberation, Zhang Shen decided to tell her the truth. He realized that if he still had the Dragon Card, Huang Wanting might have come to him, but he had already returned it. Furthermore, that very night, Meng Ran had discarded the black bag as "trash." Zhang Shen believed that enemies often crossed paths unexpectedly, and having seen Lu Ming gift Hao Lei an exquisite bag, he realized that women’s love for handbags was much like a man’s love for luxury cars.

In his view, returning the item to its rightful owner might be their only "glimmer of hope."

"Wang Ying, I have a serious matter to discuss with you, but I hope you can be understanding toward Meng Ran. His finances aren't exactly abundant. I don't want the two of you to have a conflict over this."

This sudden remark left Wang Ying bewildered. She had expected him to be thinking about her father’s case, not their relationship. Still, she waited for his explanation.

"Go ahead," she said, her tone icy.

"Actually, the black bag you are carrying right now isn't yours."

"I know that. Meng Ran gave it to me."

At first, Wang Ying thought he was talking about something significant, but this minor detail left her feeling relieved.

Zhang Shen continued, "It is true that Meng Ran gave it to you, but its original owner is someone I know. I don't know why Meng Ran would give it to you, but I need you to understand one thing: if we want to find the person who poisoned your father, you must give that bag to me. I need it to track down the contact."

In her heart, Wang Ying had already suspected the bag had its own mysteries. She had accepted it only because it was a gesture from Meng Ran. Looking at the wear and the tag, she had already guessed it was second-hand, but she was stunned to learn it was linked to her father's poisoning.

"Zhang Shen, tell me, do you know her?"

This was the only thing that could make Wang Ying lose her composure. She grabbed Zhang Shen by the collar, shouting at him like a woman possessed.

"Hey, I don't know her that well. I've only met her once. No, wait—twice."

While Zhang Shen was busy counting his encounters with Huang Wanting, Wang Ying was on the verge of exploding. Just then, her father walked out of the dumpling shop. Seeing his daughter’s aggressive behavior, he scolded, "Xiao Ying, what are you doing? Let him go!"

Seeing her father, Wang Ying released her grip, though she continued to glare fiercely at Zhang Shen.

Her father quickly stepped over and said to Zhang Shen, "Miracle Doctor, are you alright? Xiao Ying is just being thoughtless; please don't take it to heart."

"It's fine, no worries. Wang Ying is just very concerned about your condition, which is why she reacted that way."

Seeing that Zhang Shen was not offended, her father offered, "Our shop only serves dumplings. Let me cook a bowl for you as an apology, if that’s alright?"

Considering that Zhang Shen had saved his life—not once, but twice—a simple bowl of dumplings seemed like a far too meager gesture of gratitude.