The wet nurse also came to the door and asked Chunju, "What happened between the master and mistress? Why are they arguing so fiercely?"

Chunju snapped out of her daze, wiped away her tears, and said, "What could possibly be wrong? Can any couple not argue?"

The wet nurse listened for a while longer: "Who is Cheng Zhiwen? The master says Cheng Zhiwen is dead, but the madam says he is not. Who exactly is Cheng Zhiwen?"

Chunju got angry and pushed the wet nurse, yelling, "What's it to you? Go take care of the child!"

The wet nurse said "Oh," glanced at the tightly closed study door again, and returned to the opposite room with several turns back.

Inside the study.

Qi Zhenheng and Shen Qing have stopped arguing.

He held Shen Qing in his arms, kissing the top of her head repeatedly, and softly apologized, "I'll investigate this person who looks like Zhiwen tomorrow. I'll confirm if he is Zhiwen. Don't be sad, okay?"

Shen Qing didn't react much and let him hold her as they walked back to their room.

When I entered the room, the wet nurse was taking care of the sleeping twins.

Qi Zhenheng said sternly, "Get out."

The wet nurse then left, and before closing the door, she curiously glanced at the two of them a couple more times.

The door closed, and Qi Zhenheng carried Shen Qing to sit on the bed.

"I'll look into it, but you have to promise me that no matter if he's dead or alive, we'll live a good life together, okay? Raise our two children, watch them get married and start their own families, and grow old together. Isn't that good enough?"

Shen Qing stared at the floor, without reacting.

Her mind was filled with the image of the man named He Danqing.

Qi Zhenheng hugged her for a while, then began to kiss her.

She lay on the bed in a daze until her legs were spread apart, at which point she came to her senses, screamed, pushed Qi Zhenheng away, and grabbed the blanket next to her to cover her body.

Qi Zhenheng sat on the bed in frustration, looking at her coldly: "Do you look down on me, or do you still have feelings for Cheng Zhiwen?"

She remained silent, neither denying it.

Qi Zhenheng suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed, then got up, put on his bathrobe, slammed the door, and left.

Shen Qing came to her senses and got out of bed to check on her two children.

She sat by the child's crib, silently shedding tears.

Qi Zhenheng did not return home overnight, and set off for his post early the next morning.

He seemed to be intentionally avoiding Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was happy to have some peace and quiet, and went to the silk shop as soon as the time came.

However, unable to concentrate on work, after much deliberation, I went to the restaurant from yesterday again in the evening.

She went straight to the room from the previous night and mustered the courage to knock on the door.

After knocking for a while, no one answered the door. A waiter passed by and said, "Who are you looking for? No one lives in this house."

Shen Qing glanced back a few times, and sure enough, this was the room.

She looked anxiously at the waiter: "I came to this room looking for someone last night, how could no one be staying here?"

"I checked out early this morning."

The waiter was about to leave after speaking when Shen Qing followed him and asked, "Do you know where they went? Did they go to another restaurant or inn?"

The waiter gave her a look as if she were crazy, said nothing, and pushed the cleaning cart into the stairwell.

Shen Qing went to the front desk to inquire again, but as expected, she didn't find out anything.

She rushed to find Mrs. Zhuang, who promised to help her inquire and comforted her to go home and wait for news.

Shen Qing waited at home for two days before finally receiving news from Zhuang Tai.

"He Danqing and his wife are still in Shanghai. Do you need to see them?"

Shen Qing said dejectedly, "I still think he's a lot like my fellow townsman."

Mrs. Zhuang sighed, looked at her, thought for a moment, and asked, "Does she resemble your ex-lover?"

Shen Qing was startled, neither admitting nor denying, and instead asked, "Do you know where they are in Shanghai now?"

Zhuang Tai shook her head, smiled and patted her hand, advising, "We're all women, I understand. I consider you a sister, so I have to tell you the truth—He Danqing is the third young master of the He family. The He family has a huge influence in Southeast Asia. The three heirs of this family grew up in the eyes of Southeast Asians, so they can't possibly be your fellow townsmen from Yongzhou."

Shen Qing nodded: "I understand, thank you."

Without saying much, she bid farewell to Zhuang Tai and left the Zhuang family.

She still firmly believed that He Danqing was Cheng Zhiwen, but no one else would believe it. Right now, perhaps the only thing she could do was talk to Jiang Shen and He Fei.

Upon returning home, Shen Qing immediately instructed He Fei to send a telegram to Jiang Shen, urging him to return from Jiangzhou as soon as possible.

Two days later, Jiang Shen appeared on the third floor of the Silk Shop.

Shen Qing looked at him and He Fei and told them that she had met a man at the Zhuang family's house who looked exactly like Cheng Zhiwen.

Jiang Shen remained silent, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

He Fei seemed very happy: "That's great! Mr. Cheng is still alive! That's wonderful!"

Shen Qing looked at the two of them and said, "I hope you will investigate and use every method you can to confirm that He Danqing is Cheng Zhiwen."

He Fei nodded repeatedly: "Okay! We'll investigate right away!"

Jiang Shen said, "If this He Danqing is indeed Mr. Cheng, then he must have his reasons for changing his identity. I don't think we should expose him."

He Fei thought about it and agreed: "That makes sense. What if things go wrong because we find out he is Mr. Cheng?"

Shen Qing exclaimed excitedly, "I just want to know if Cheng Zhiwen is still alive! I didn't mean to harm him!"

Seeing that neither Jiang Shen nor He Fei would help her, her eyes reddened.

He Fei didn't dare say anything more.

Jiang Shen asked with a serious expression, "Why are you so insistent on knowing if he is Mr. Cheng? If he is, what will you do? If he isn't, what will you do?"

He Fei pulled him away: "What are you doing? Why are you talking like that?"

Jiang Shen looked at Shen Qing and said, "Once you confirm that he is Mr. Cheng, you will definitely want to get close to him. Wouldn't that expose him because of you? Conversely, if you confirm that he is not Mr. Cheng, you should also try to get close to him because he looks too much like Mr. Cheng."

Shen Qing stared at him in shock, murmuring, "I never thought of that before..."

"It's instinct, the instinct of being with Mr. Cheng, that drives you to investigate this matter."

Shen Qing roared, "I love him! Even if it's instinct, am I wrong?!"

Jiang Shen said expressionlessly, "Now that you are the wife of the governor, it is really inappropriate for you to say that you love Mr. Cheng."

Shen Qing was on the verge of a breakdown.

She didn't expect that Jiang Shen and He Fei were also unwilling for her to acknowledge Cheng Zhiwen.

It seemed that everyone in the world was trying to prevent her from finding Cheng Zhiwen in various ways.

Recalling the time she was forced to separate from Cheng Zhiwen, Shen Qing felt both pain and hatred. She glared at Jiang Shen and said with resentment, "Don't forget, it was you who let people into the courtyard that led to Cheng Zhiwen being taken away! If he had really been killed by the Qing court, it would have been your fault! If you hadn't let people into the courtyard, he wouldn't have died!"

Jiang Shen closed his eyes briefly and said, "This is the organization's decision."

"Then go pledge allegiance to your organization!" Shen Qing's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed a single finger at the door. "Get out of here! Go back to your organization!"

Seeing this, He Fei quickly pulled Jiang Shen away, saying, "Alright, alright, you can go back now."

Jiang Shen glanced at Shen Qing, bowed to her, and turned to leave.

Shen Qing turned away, crying.

She gazed in the direction of the hotel where He Danqing had stayed the previous night, silently shedding tears.

She asked herself in her heart, was it really as Jiang Shen said, that she was obsessed with finding Cheng Zhiwen, and did she really want to continue being with him?

There is no answer.

She didn't know either.

"Madam, although I am not good with words, there are some things I still need to tell you."