On the same night, Qiao En received a call from Cheng Lu.
"Young Madam, can you come out for a bit? I need to talk to you about something."
Qiao En hesitated, "What's the matter?"
"I can't really say over the phone—it's not convenient. I'm just across the road from Chu Garden; it won't take too much of your time."
Cheng Lu insisted on speaking after meeting in person.
"Alright, just give me a moment to change, and I'll be right out."
A quarter of an hour later, Qiao En left Chu Garden.
Across the street, Cheng Lu was already waiting there.
The man who once exuded confidence was now looking downcast and disheartened.
As soon as they met, he didn't beat around the bush and handed a leather bag to Qiao En.
"Madam, could you please give these to Youyou tomorrow?"
Qiao En took it, opened the bag to have a look.
Five property deeds, all in the name of Lin Youyou.
Plus several bank cards.
"What is this?"
Qiao En asked, feigning confusion.