PPS Chapter 92

Gu Yusen stared intently at the phone screen, every word from the recording slicing through his inner peace like sharp blades.

He knew Chu Zhaoyi had Li Yurong’s phone, knew the clever Chu Jiaojiao had placed a listening device on it, and even knew that Li Yurong might not have been good to Chu Zhaoyi.

But when everything was laid bare before him, Chu Zhaoyi’s past was ripped open, bloodied and raw.

Others were more focused on Xie Haoran’s constant plagiarism of Chu Zhaoyi’s work, while he clearly heard the pain in Chu Zhaoyi’s past life, used by Li Yurong as a stepping stone for her own son, merely a tool.

In the recording, the female voice was almost pathetically ingratiating towards Xie Haoran, even though she was always met with Xie Haoran’s impatient tone.

His gaze shifted to Chu Zhaoyi beside him. The eyes that always sparkled when looking at him now seemed unusually calm.

An unspeakable feeling of heartache surged in Gu Yusen’s heart. He instinctively reached out and gently pulled Chu Zhaoyi into his arms, as if wanting to give the boy a touch of warmth with his own body temperature.

He could glimpse the hardships and trials Chu Zhaoyi had experienced from this short recording, but it was only a fraction.

Everyone present was shocked by the sudden revelation of the recording. Silence enveloped the entire space, with only the voice in the recording echoing continuously.

“Ranran, now you don’t have to worry even more. Chu Zhaoyi is deaf. Chu Yu hit him. He doesn’t plan to treat Chu Zhaoyi’s ears. He hopes even more than we do that Chu Zhaoyi can’t contact others!”

The last line of the recording was like a bombshell that exploded in Gu Yusen’s heart. Chu Zhaoyi’s ears had been injured by Chu Yu.

Chu Zhaoyi’s face, still without much expression, looked especially painful to Gu Yusen. His heart felt like it was being pricked with needles, aching so much that he could barely breathe.

Chu Zhaoyi probably knew it a long time ago, knew that his so-called happy and perfect family was just a reflection in the water, a flower in the mirror.

Chu Zhaoyi vaguely felt a strange gaze, followed the line of sight, and then was stunned.

It was Officer Liu. Why was he here?

How annoying.

If Chu Zhaoyi had been implanted with psychological cues, he should be collapsing in pain, squatting on the ground and crying frantically when he heard these words, not calmly holding these things to accuse Xie Haoran.

That would fit the vulnerable and helpless image he had in the eyes of the police.

Chu Zhaoyi was rarely worried.

He didn’t want to be listed as a criminal suspect.

Gu Yusen reached out and touched the boy’s head: “It’s okay, he can’t see your expression from this angle. Ah Yi, lean on me.”

Chu Zhaoyi subconsciously did as he was told, but soon realized a problem. Brother Sanmu was like a worm in his stomach, as if he knew what was in his mind.

He had never told Gu Yusen any of this, and Gu Yusen didn’t ask, just silently helped him from time to time.

Knowing that Chu Zhaoyi wanted to elevate Xie Haoran, he spent money to use water armies to push the two in front of everyone.

Knowing that Chu Zhaoyi hadn’t been implanted with psychological cues, he had always known the true faces of Li Yurong and Chu Yu, but still used his autism and hearing impairment to play a vulnerable and helpless image in front of the police.

Knowing that Chu Zhaoyi’s background might be problematic, he sent Chu Zhaoyi’s hair to Zhang Anru for a paternity test today.

Knowing that Chu Zhaoyi was a bad guy, but never exposed him.

Knowing that Chu Zhaoyi’s plan had some omissions, he followed behind him and filled them in little by little.