There were still some who didn't believe it, so Wen Qi opened the photo and enlarged it repeatedly several times, only to find that whether it was skin tone or the mole, even the bruise on her wrist matched Xia Wei perfectly.

  That can't be her, right?

  Wen Qi racked her brains but couldn't figure out how Xia Wei, that brainless person, had managed to hide and let Zhao Jinchuan find him so easily.

  Now that she's back by Zhao Jin Chuan's side, wouldn't her phone be monitored again just like before? If that's really the case, sending her a message now would most likely let Zhao Jin Chuan intercept it first.

  Can only wait again.

  What if it's not, what if it's just a coincidence that Zhao JinChuan, such a ruthless and crazy man, finds a substitute to replace Xia Wei, which is also possible.

  "Baby, what are you thinking about?" He Jie looked at Wen Qi's puzzled expression and leaned in, "Thinking of Professor He?"

  "No." Wen Qi's brain hadn't even reacted yet, but her mouth had already spoken out.

  He Jie rolled her eyes and didn't believe her nonsense, "Who believes that."

  Others may not know Wen Qi, but He Jie can't possibly not know. The only one who can make Wen Qi fawn all over him is probably He Ming Zhen. As for the others... it seems there aren't any others.

  Wen Qi was a bookworm since she started school, how could she have time for these things. Every day was either writing essays or doing math problems, even when Song Zhi Dong, such a big man, appeared in front of her, she didn't even bat an eye. After entering university, somehow she suddenly blossomed and became infatuated with He Ming Chen.

  From bookworm to love fool, all it takes is a He Mingzhen.

  He Jie, an outsider, seems to have a clear view of things.

  Unconsciously graduated, I guess Wen Qi this big straight girl also didn't catch up, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to buy wine. He Jie let out a soft sigh and wrapped her shoulders in comfort: "It's okay, baby, if we can't catch up, we'll change! I think Dongzi is pretty good, isn't he?!"

  “……”

  Wen Qi reacted with a confused expression, unsure what she was getting at.

  "We Dongzi, we need to have looks and intelligence... having looks is enough, right? We can instantly kill He Mingzhen!"

  Wen Qi didn't quite understand, but seeing her speak with such enthusiasm, she could only nod in agreement.

  "Come on, don't be sad, baby." He Jie handed her a cold glass of wine, "Drink! When you're drunk, you won't think about anything!"

  Also, when drunk, nothing else matters.

  Wen Qi's subconscious was set by default, picking up the wine glass, and with a swig of the crimson liquid, all the troubles and oppression of these days were washed away.

  The surrounding noise of the music grew louder and more deafening, as if it was going to blow the roof off. The dim light reflected on the woman's unpainted half-face, making her expression unclear.

  At a slant behind, a line of people walked along the corridor, Zhao Jinchuan hand in hand with a elegant woman and He Mingzhen walking side by side.

  "What can't be said here? Are you taking this place as your home?"

  He Mingzhen felt a bit uncomfortable, and as soon as he got off work, Zhao Jinchuan called him out to discuss something. What serious business could he have, it's all just talk about those places of pleasure.

  He fixed his gaze on the woman in Zhao Jin's arms for a moment, furrowed his brow: "Where is Xia Wei? Has her old illness relapsed?"

  Zhao Jinchuan disagreed, "He's being stubborn, the day before yesterday he was discharged from the hospital and went home to lock himself in his room, not even letting anyone touch him. This time he came back like a mute, not saying a word."

  He Mingzhen sneered, "If I were her, I would have killed you with a heart."