In the VIP room, Wen Qi stared intently at a man not far away.

  He Mingzhen sat alone in the corner of the private room, where the light was dimmest, pouring himself cup after cup.

  Silent and taciturn, as if she were not in the same gathering with these loudmouthed drunkards.

  Zhao Jin Chuan noticed her gaze and intentionally lowered his voice, whispering in her ear: "Want to sit over there?"

  Wen Qi smiled wryly and shook his head, then reluctantly withdrew his gaze. "He doesnt want to see me."

  She couldnt help but recall the scene in the hospital room a month ago, where her father, Wen Jianzhong, knelt down in front of He Mingzhen like a guilty criminal. At that time, He Mingzhen was also expressionless and silent, just like now.

  His mother died because of Wen Jianzhongs mistake, and he may never forgive them for this lifetime.

  As Wen Jingchuans daughter, going to seek his forgiveness is probably even more unqualified.

  It was from then on that Wen Qi always deliberately avoided him, and even sometimes found excuses to skip his classes.

  Fortunately, He Mingzhen later resigned from his part-time job at school and devoted himself to the hospital work, and they hardly met again.

  Wen Qi thought that their ending might be like this, but at the critical moment, Zhao Jinchuan invited him out and coincidentally met He Mingzhen.

  If it wasnt for Zhao Jinchuans deliberate actions, how could it be so coincidental? She found it hard to believe that it was just a coincidence as Zhao Jinchuan had said.

  Zhao Jin Chuan smiled lightly, leaned back and wrapped his arm around Wen Qis waist with the hand holding the cigarette, and pretended to be disdainful: "Too thin, no man will like a stick."

  Wen Qis body stiffened slightly, without moving at all, and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile. "Yes, of course cant compare to Xia Wei Jie."

  Zhao Jin Chuan snorted coldly, furrowed his brow to show his displeasure, and withdrew the hand that was on her waist. "Youre really not afraid of death, how dare you still mention Xia Wei."

  Everyone knows that Xia Wei is Zhao Jin Chuans forbidden zone, who cant mention it, but Wen Qi doesnt believe in this evil.

  She had already made up her mind and was determined to get an explanation for Xia Wei no matter what.

  "How can I not dare to mention it? I didnt hurt her, nor did I harm her. Why shouldnt I dare to mention it?" Wen Qis tone was very soft when she said this, but each syllable hit Zhao Jinchuans sore spot squarely.

  The next second, Zhao Jin Chuans face changed, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes, which had turned crimson from intoxication, could be vaguely seen.

  He snubbed out the cigarette, forcing him to meet his gaze, and menacingly warned: "You dare say something about Xia Wei again! Do you believe Ill kill you?!"

  Wen Qi heard this and just smiled, not putting his words in her heart at all. "Zhao Jin Chuan, you are a human waste! You killed Xia Weis family, you killed her child, you will be guilty for the rest of your life..."

  "Bang!"

  A loud slap echoed through the air.

  Her eyes suddenly went dark, and for a moment she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sharp pain on her cheek brought her back to consciousness.

  Zhao Jin Chuan was enraged, just as he was about to raise his hand and slap again, a glass cup came flying from the opposite side and hit him on the head. The sticky liquid flowed down and dripped onto Wen Qis hand.

  Under the dim light, the crimson bloodstain is shocking.

  A cold voice suddenly rose: "No ability to keep Xia Wei, just venting on a little girl. Zhao Jinchuan, dont make me disgust you in front of so many people."