Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 716: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

I thought Lin Wanwan was just a minor character.

But after hearing what Sang Wan said, it seems that she has a lot to do with the male protagonists.

Could it be an important female supporting role?

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes to look at Sang Wan who was still chattering: "Help me find someone."

Sang Wan's voice stopped abruptly, but her eyes lit up.

"Finally, I'm back to my old, exciting life." She rubbed her hands excitedly. "Tell me, who are you checking?"

"I."

"what?"

Sang Wan's smile froze on her face, and she reached out to touch Song Yuesheng's forehead, "You don't have a fever either. You know your own affairs best, do you still need me to check?"

Song Yuesheng had a faint smile on his lips: "What if...even I don't know?"

The sunlight was suddenly blocked by clouds, and the studio fell into a brief darkness.

Sang Wan's hands froze in mid-air, and her voice softened unconsciously: "Xiao Yue, in the past few years...did something happen to you?"

"On the contrary." Song Yuesheng looked at the falling sycamore leaves outside the window, "I only realized it after I left. Maybe something happened even earlier."

The air suddenly solidified.

Sang Wan looked at her friend's profile divided by light and shadow, and suddenly realized that there was indeed a problem.

For example, before establishing the S2 website, Xiaoyue was already wearing those expensive clothes.

The scholarships from their high school weren't enough to buy designer clothes.

Sang Wan nodded solemnly: "Leave it to me."

Silence spread in the room.

Sang Wan suddenly stood up and said, "By the way, Xiaoyue, come with me to Brother Chi's concert in three days. Believe me, you will definitely fall in love with it!"

Song Yuesheng slowly turned the teacup and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Now the whole internet is asking for Ruan Weichi's concert tickets, you are so generous."

She deliberately dragged out her tone, "Are you going to take me to buy scalper tickets?"

"Who are you looking down on?" Sang Wan quickly took out her cell phone, the screen saver was a photo of Ruan Weichi on stage, "Did you see that? Backstage pass!"

She shook her phone proudly, "As long as you nod, I'll ask Brother Chi to reserve an extra ticket for the VIP area."

Song Yuesheng's eyes flashed with surprise: "It seems that our painter Sang is very successful in chasing stars?"

"That's not the case!"

Sang Wan's eyes sparkled, as if they were filled with starlight. "I've been a fan of Chi Ge since he participated in the Ningyin Campus Singer Contest."

She suddenly lowered her voice.

"When he was singing on the stage wearing a 20-dollar white T-shirt, I felt that this guy would become famous sooner or later."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "So early?"

"It was during the winter break after you left." Sang Wan held up her chin, her eyes drifting toward the shadows of the sycamore trees outside the window. "For my entrepreneurial project, I went to various schools to sell Miss Shadow fan-made merchandise. When he passed by, he stared at my paintings for a long time."

The sunlight filtered through the glass window, casting fine gold dust on her eyelashes.

The boy in my memory was wearing washed-out jeans, his slender fingers brushing over the peripherals on the stall, but in the end he bought nothing.

"I got so excited that I chased him and asked for his contact information." Sang Wan suddenly covered her burning face, "And he actually gave it to me! Later I found out that he thought my paintings were too realistic and might infringe my portrait rights..."

At this point, Sang Wan quickly declared: "Don't think too much, I already have someone I like! Brother Chi is just an idol!"

"Then bring him to me some other day?" Song Yuesheng chuckled, "You have to let me check it out."

"There will be a time... there will definitely be a time."

Sang Wan suddenly sat up straight, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the base of his ring finger, where there was a circle of almost invisible light marks.

Song Yuesheng's eyes moved slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the almost faded ring mark on Sang Wan's ring finger.

The sunlight passed through the glass, casting a thin streak of light on the pale skin, like an unhealed wound.

Song Yuesheng stopped asking questions and turned to look at the calendar on the wall.

The concert date three days later was circled in red.

The edge of the design draft pressed under the mug vaguely reveals the logo of "Xu's Jewelry".

She seemed to... guess who the other person was.

**

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the shadows of the sycamore leaves swayed.

Mottled light and shadows passed across Pei Zhaoye's stern profile.

He sat in the back seat of the Maybach with the window half-lowered, his eyes fixed on the familiar figure in the studio.

So what if Wen Jingheng stopped him from finding Song Yuesheng's whereabouts?

So what if he obstructed the investigation into her past?

What he has mastered is much more interesting.

S2, the executor of Shadow System, is a dark web that specializes in solving various "emotional dilemmas" for clients.

Isn’t this the catch?

four years ago.

When she smiled, her eyes were still curved into crescents, as if nothing had changed.

But Pei Zhaoye knew that everything had changed.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the red rope on his left wrist.

The braided cord had become fuzzy, but it still stubbornly clung to my wrist.

She gave it to him that year, saying it was a New Year's gift, hoping that he would be safe and sound.

fraud!

He left so quickly and decisively that he couldn't find him even if he searched the whole world.

His breathing became slightly heavier, and his eyes were filled with long-suppressed madness.

Song Yuesheng seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned to look out the window.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly raised the car window.

The black glass blocked his view and also hid the surging emotions in his eyes.

"Drive." He ordered coldly.

The Maybach drove away silently.

Pei Zhaoye leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

All he could think of were her looks—smiling, angry, cunning... and the expression when she coaxed him into drinking the drugged wine.

"Song Yuesheng..."

He whispered her name, his voice hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

He will weave a web.

A net that is big enough and strong enough turns the entire Ning City into a cage.

This time, he would never let her escape again.

Then... demand repayment from her one by one.

As night fell, three more items were found in Pei's top-floor safe:

A list of all solved cases on the S2 website, a marriage agreement, and a pair of custom handcuffs.

at the same time.

The rapid "clacking" sound of little leather shoes pierced the silence of the hospital corridor, and Wen Zhixia ran over with her cell phone in her hand.

The screen also displayed a message from Luo Ying: [Xia Xia, the gentleman is in the hospital. He is not feeling well. I think he should be better if you come take a look.]

Outside the VIP ward, Luo Ying stood against the wall with her arms folded, her black windbreaker making her figure look even more slender.

"Sister Luo Ying, what happened to my brother? Why did he suddenly go to the hospital? Was it Pei Zhaoye's grandson who did it again..."

Seeing Wen Zhixia running over, she raised her index finger to her lips and shook her head silently.

The other hand pushed open the ward door.

There were fresh white roses in the reception room, with water droplets still on the petals.

"Su Yutang is here to show his courtesy again?"

"Yes, Miss Su just left five minutes ago."

Wen Zhixia glanced at it and threw the white rose into the trash can. "Who would send white flowers to a patient? It's too unlucky."

Although Luo Ying agreed in her heart, she still tried to persuade him on the surface.

"Xia Xia, Miss Su may be your future sister-in-law. You'd better not make enemies with her now. It's not good for you."

Wen Zhixia frowned: "What sister-in-law? My family has to deal with the grandson surnamed Pei, and also look for my sister, so we don't have time to find a wife for my brother. She just keeps being attentive to me."

Luo Ying said nothing.

She really didn't expect that the Miss Song that her husband asked her to protect at Ning University's New Year's Eve party was actually the eldest daughter of the Wen family.

Mr.'s sister.

No wonder Fan Xin felt that the gentleman's kindness to Miss Song was beyond the love between a man and a woman.

But why did Miss Song leave the Wen family? Since her last name was not Wen, Xia Xia didn't say, and she wouldn't ask any more questions.

On the hospital bed in the inner room, Wen Jingheng was staring out the window in a daze.

The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled shadows on his chiseled profile, and his long eyelashes cast a blue-gray tint under his eyes.

Like a perfect sculpture with its soul taken away.

Wen Zhixia gasped.

Her brother who was always planning everything was actually... in a daze at this moment?

"Sister Luo Ying," she grabbed the other person's sleeve, her voice trembling, "Did that grandson surnamed Pei give my brother a drug that lowers his intelligence?"

"Wen Zhixia."

The person on the bed suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice, "You can speak louder."

The girl rushed to the bedside and put on a sweet smile.

"Aren't I worried about you?"

Her fingertips quietly reached for the medical record book on the bedside, "Is this a real hospitalization or a fake one? Do you want me to tell others that you are critically ill to cover for you?"

Luo Ying walked out of the door silently and closed it gently.

Wen Jingheng frowned: "It was you who asked you to care about these things? Don't ask Luo Ying in the future, your current task is..."

"study."

Wen Zhixia took over his words, "I'm already a sophomore, why are you still controlling me? If my sister were here..."

"boom!"

The loud noise of the glass breaking on the wall made her tremble all over.

Wen Jingheng's hand was still in the throwing position, and there was a brutality in his eyes that she had never seen before: "Don't mention her in front of me anymore."

The water droplets slowly slid down the wall, like some kind of silent accusation.