Fu Yanhe watched her flee like a startled little rabbit, the corners of his lips curving into a slight smile.
Suddenly, as if something occurred to him, his lips straightened and his voice turned cold, "Wu Fang."
Wu Fang, who had been standing guard outside and deliberately minimized his presence, walked in, "Young Master."
Fu Yanhe's gaze lowered, his pale slender fingers spinning the ring on his thumb, "Investigate Jiang Yun."
"See who she has been in contact with these past days."
"Also, have someone fetch the ingredients for the chicken soup I was to drink today and send them for lab testing."
He was no dullard or fool.
From yesterday when Shen Yanhe had tasted the custard and then tried every possible way to stop him from eating more, to today when she deliberately spilled the chicken soup on his hand.
All these actions made it clear to Fu Yanhe that she was trying to prevent him from consuming the things Jiang Yun had "specially" prepared for him.
