Song Zhigao didn’t know what Shen Lu had gone through yesterday. He was being guarded on the third floor, and Ye Fan wouldn’t reveal any information to him. He was completely in the dark.
"First, tell me what Boss Jin said to you." Shen Lu wasn’t sure how much Song Zhigao knew. She needed to gauge how much he knew before deciding how to proceed with the conversation.
Song Zhigao sighed. At this point, it didn’t matter if he spoke or not.
"About a month ago, my master found me and asked me to do one last thing for him."
"He asked me to get a job at your restaurant, gain your trust, and find out who your supplier is."
Before Master Luo approached Song Zhigao, the two of them hadn’t been in contact for three or four years.
Master Luo had a serious gambling problem. Song Zhigao tried to help him quit, but not only was Master Luo unrepentant, he got even worse.
Always using the excuse, "I’ll quit after this one," he borrowed tens of thousands from him for gambling.
After Song Zhigao discovered his lies, they had a huge fight. Song Zhigao decided to wash his hands of him and let him self-destruct.
"My master said that if I didn’t do this for him, Xiao Zhi would be taken to pay off his debt. He was in the wrong, yes, but Xiao Zhi is innocent. That’s why I agreed to his request and applied for a job at your restaurant."
’So Master Luo was a degenerate gambler.’
Shen Lu had zero sympathy for degenerate gamblers. As for their families, she wasn’t in a position to judge.
"So that night you went out, it was because Boss Jin summoned you?" Shen Lu asked. "Did he give you poison and tell you to put it in the food, trying to cause an incident with the customers and ruin my restaurant?"
Song Zhigao nodded. "That poison is incredibly potent. Anyone who ate it would die instantly."
"Then why did you rush out to save me? Were you afraid that if I died, you’d never be able to find out who my supplier was?"
Song Zhigao gave Shen Lu a long, deep look. "You’re a good person."
Shen Lu froze. She hadn’t expected that answer.
’So because I’m a good person, he couldn’t bear to see me die a horrible death?’
"And if I weren’t a good person? Would you have just stood by and watched me eat the poisoned food?"
Song Zhigao slowly nodded. Yes. If he hadn’t thought Shen Lu was a good person, he would have sacrificed her to save Xiao Zhi without a second thought.
"You can go." An indescribable feeling washed over Shen Lu. She had Ye Fan untie Song Zhigao. "I won’t pursue what you’ve done. But I’m keeping your wages."
Song Zhigao was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected Shen Lu to let him go so easily.
Song Zhigao gathered his belongings. As he walked out the door, a blast of sand and wind hit him in the face, clearing his muddled head considerably.
He had expected Shen Lu to punish him severely, or perhaps turn him over to the police. He never imagined that after just a brief conversation, she would let him walk away completely unscathed.
’Shen Lu... she really is one of the rare good people in this world.’
Song Zhigao glanced back at Little Deer Cuisine. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see Wang Daguo wiping down a table with a smile, while Deng Ying and Xin Yu brought out one finished dish after another.
The two seemed to have hit a point of disagreement and were bickering heatedly.
Xiao Lang held up a small cleaning cloth, hopping and skipping along behind Shen Lu like her little tail.
’Right now, the back kitchen must be swamped...’
It was a warm, harmonious scene. He had once been a part of it. But that was in the past.
Song Zhigao readjusted the bag on his shoulder and trudged away, his figure quickly swallowed by the blowing sand.

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