Liu Qingrou's sudden disappearance caught Xiao Feng off guard. He couldn't help but suspect that this matter was related to the Devil's Concentration Camp. However, given his understanding of this organization, if they were indeed involved, there was no need to transfer ownership of the bar.

All kinds of speculations came one after another. Xiao Feng took a deep breath to forcibly calm himself down, glanced at the stairway to the second floor, and said, "Take me up there to have a look!"

"I don't have the key," the middle-aged man said with a bitter face. "Moreover, according to the transfer agreement, we are not allowed to go up to the second floor. If you don't believe it, I can show you the agreement."

"Alright, bring it over and let me have a look," Xiao Feng said directly. Now that Liu Qingrou's whereabouts were unknown and phone calls indicated that she was not reachable, this left him unable to settle his mind. He could only use these clues to try to deduce a rough idea.

Of course, Xiao Feng was most worried about everything being completed with Liu Qingrou under duress. Such a situation would be truly troubling.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to bring over the agreement, and Xiao Feng quickly browsed through it, finding several unusual clauses.

Firstly, the bar was not allowed to be transferred again, and secondly, it could not be renovated so as to maintain its original state as much as possible. The middle-aged man indeed hadn't lied; the second floor was not included in the transfer and still belonged to Liu Qingrou's private property.

Moreover, the agreement was signed just yesterday!

At the end of the agreement, Xiao Feng saw his own name. The elegant and flowing handwriting was indeed Liu Qingrou's, and as expected, the transfer price was extremely low; otherwise, the agreement wouldn't have been signed so hastily.

Xiao Feng placed the agreement on the bar and walked towards the second floor on his own. The middle-aged man wanted to stop him, as per the agreement he was obligated to protect the second floor from being accessed.

However, recalling the feeling of being infinitely close to death moments ago, he still couldn't muster the courage.

Just then, the middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief as he saw Xiao Feng take out a key from his pocket and effortlessly unlock the door to the second floor.

This left him completely puzzled. Who exactly was this young man? How could he have a key to the second floor of the bar?

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt as if he had fallen into a trap. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he couldn't help but secretly call the police from under the bar counter...

Ascending to the second floor, Xiao Feng felt a void inside as he looked at the familiar arrangement. He sighed, thinking that in those years he left Jiangcheng, Rou'Er must have had a similar feeling.

Entering the bedroom, the items inside were neatly arranged. Xiao Feng walked to the dressing table and found a note wedged in the mirror's frame, as if anticipating his arrival.

Xiao Feng took down the note and unfolded it. It only had one sentence: "If love can last, there is no need to be together all the time."

Seeing these words, Xiao Feng stiffened on the spot, memories surging like a tide.

When he left Jiangcheng years ago, that's what he said to Liu Qingrou. Now it's the same words, but the one leaving had become Liu Qingrou.

Xiao Feng knew there had to be a reason for Liu Qingrou's departure, but his mind was too chaotic to calm down and analyze the situation. He could only bitterly smile and mutter to himself, "Life is fleeting, a few decades pass in the blink of an eye, so... seize every moment!"

This was Xiao Feng's current thought. Before, he felt he had plenty of time to waste, but on reflection, the swift passage of time is completed without one being aware.

By the time you realize something is amiss, it is often too late...

Just then, the noise downstairs abruptly stopped, as if something had happened, but Xiao Feng still remained standing in place, seemingly oblivious to it.

Four people in police uniforms entered the bar, approached the bar counter, and showed their credentials, saying, "Who called the police?"

At this point, the young people in the dance floor stopped their movements and looked towards the bar, but no one was surprised.

In places like bars, conflicts are common, and it's not surprising for police to come by. People were just curious about what had happened.

The middle-aged man handed over a cigarette, "I'm the Boss of the bar. I called the police. I'm worried someone is trying to frame me..."

The officer handling the situation was Zhao Xingfeng. He refused the cigarette offered by the middle-aged man and asked, "Tell us the specific circumstances."

The middle-aged man seemed relieved upon seeing the police, and he openly narrated how he took over the bar and met Xiao Feng, as well as nearly being strangled to death.

Zhao Xingfeng frowned after listening: "You mean the person who signed the contract with you is named Xiao Feng?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, see, this is the transfer agreement."

The officers couldn't help but start whispering amongst themselves, as if anything involving Xiao Feng was bound to be complicated.

Zhao Xingfeng studied the agreement seriously for a while. Although he hadn't seen Xiao Feng's signature before, he couldn't help but feel that this did not resemble Xiao Feng's handwriting. It didn't even look like male handwriting, based on his years of experience solving cases.

"Let's go upstairs and have a look," Zhao Xingfeng said. Whether the Xiao Feng they mentioned was the one he knew or not, as a police officer, he had a responsibility to investigate the matter.

Just as the four-person team reached halfway, Xiao Feng appeared at the top of the stairs, bringing the truth to light.

"Brother Feng," the three officers couldn't help but express their surprise upon seeing Xiao Feng.

The middle-aged man behind the bar was even more shocked. He hadn't expected Xiao Feng to know the police, and it seemed like they were quite familiar, which posed a real problem.

Xiao Feng, without a word, walked to the bar counter and tore up the agreement right in front of the middle-aged man, saying, "I'll refund your money, and I'm taking back the bar."

The middle-aged man was taken aback and then hurriedly nodded. He realized that he shouldn't have been tempted by a bargain and believed in the notion of a windfall. Opening for just one day and almost getting strangled, how could things go smoothly afterward?

The middle-aged man was already content being able to get a refund.

After everyone left, Xiao Feng took a bottle of alcohol from the liquor cabinet, sat on the steps at the entrance, looking at the street covered in a blanket of white, the light flurry had turned into heavy snow.

In the midst of the snow-filled sky, all he sought was to drink himself to oblivion!

The strong liquor was spicy as it entered his mouth, tracing a fiery line down his throat to his stomach.

Downing half a bottle in one go, the physical cold had been driven away, but the knot in his heart remained unresolved.

Just then, a cold yet pleasant voice appeared, "Drinking alone, are you trying to forget your worries with alcohol?"

Xiao Feng placed the bottle aside, looked at the black snow boots in front of him, and lifted his gaze to find, surprisingly, it was Han Lengyue who he hadn't seen for a long time.

"What brings you here?" Xiao Feng asked curiously.

"I come here often, hoping for a chance encounter with Mr. Xiao, but each time I miss him," Han Lengyue smiled. "Aren't you going to invite me for a drink?"

Xiao Feng brushed off the snow on the steps beside him, gesturing, "Suit yourself."

Han Lengyue didn't stand on ceremony, directly sitting next to him, then picked up the bottle Xiao Feng had drunk from and took a big swig. "She left?"

"Yes," Xiao Feng responded, knowing that the 'she' Han Lengyue referred to was Liu Qingrou.

"Do you know why she left without saying goodbye?" Han Lengyue asked, rubbing the cold bottle, seeming absent-minded.

Xiao Feng didn't respond, while Han Lengyue continued regardless of whether he replied or not, saying, "It's because you're too exceptional. You even managed to bring down Shen Group. To keep up with you, she has to make herself more valuable. This has nothing to do with how you feel."

This explanation caught Xiao Feng off guard. He knew Liu Qingrou to have a personality inclined towards comfort; she wouldn't typically have such thoughts.

However, thinking objectively, Han Lengyue's words made sense too. When two people are together, if one is too outstanding, the balance will tilt. Liu Qingrou's personality may be comfortable, but it doesn't mean she wants to be a flower in a greenhouse.

"Is that what she told you?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask.

Han Lengyue took another sip from the bottle and wiped her mouth before replying, "Women understand women better than men do."

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