Du Junfei pulled Zhiyue away.

Zhiyue staggered behind him with a confused look on her face.

What are they going to do?

-

It was night, at its height.

In a luxury villa in Fengxian District, Wangdong City, the lights are brightly on and a celebration banquet is being held.

Last week, mystery writer and gold medal screenwriter Xian Le's new work "Late Night Taxi" won the Mystery Writers Association Award.

She just returned from abroad yesterday, and today, her agent held a celebration party for her.

The celebration party was held at Xianle's home.

Xian Le, 48 years old, with a slightly plump figure, was wearing a blue deep V-neck long dress, with her hair tied up and holding a glass of red wine as she walked among the crowd.

Wherever you go, eyes follow you.

The celebration party began, the cake was cut, champagne was opened, Xianle said some words of thanks, and then went off stage to chat with a group of actors.

Yan Jiang's first film appearance was the string music classic "The Night is Alluring." In the film, Yan Jiang played a handsome but sinister young murderer.

For an actor to become famous, he needs famous directors and good works.

Xian Le is the original author and screenwriter of "The Night is Seductive". He had already learned about Xian Le's award. Tonight, Yan Jiang also came to the celebration banquet with gifts.

Who makes him a grateful person?

After entering the house, Yan Jiang gave Xian Le a brooch.

Xian Le didn't lack anything, but he still expressed his gratitude for Yan Jiang's gift.

She gave the gift to her assistant and asked Yan Jiang with a smile, "Yan Jiang, are you working at the Ministry of Public Security now? As a forensic doctor?"

"yes."

"You forensic pathologists, when you read what I've written about forensic medicine, do you think I'm showing off my knowledge?"

"How could that be? Teacher Xian's knowledge of forensic medicine is so limited that even a professional like me, let alone a layman, can't find any fault with Teacher Xian."

“The string teacher is excellent.”

What Yan Jiang said was true.

The mystery novel written by Xian Le is worth pondering, and even Yan Jiang can't find any loopholes.

Xian Yue is the well-deserved mother of Chinese mystery novels.

Xianle seemed very happy to hear Yan Jiang's compliment.

"I heard you were engaged, why didn't you bring your fiancée?"

"She doesn't like to attend such occasions at home."

"I see."

Xianle handed a bottle of wine to Yan Jiang and said, "Try it. This is a treasured Petrus. You will definitely like it."

Yan Jiang took a sip and praised, "It's good."

But after drinking too much of the wine brewed by Mr. Han, Yan Jiang felt like something was missing when he drank other wines.

Just then, the sound of a car was heard downstairs again.

Yan Jiang said, "Another guest has arrived. The string music teacher is busy, so there's no need to entertain me. Everyone here knows me, so I'll go find some people to chat with."

"Okay then."

Xianle put down his wine glass and walked towards the door with his agent.

Along the way, Xianle was still guessing the other person's identity in his heart.

The door opened, and Du Junfei, with a bald head, strode into the room. You could vaguely see someone holding his right hand.

The man was hiding behind him and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Xian Le is a screenwriter, and she and director Du Junfei are in the same industry. But strangely, after their divorce, they rarely see each other.

Sometimes when they had to attend the same award ceremony, the organizers arranged their seats very far apart.

Du Junfei's appearance surprised Xian Le.

Xianle's agent was also surprised.

However, Du Junfei's fame in the director circle has already surpassed all domestic directors and he has become a business card representing the Chinese director circle.

No matter who looks at him, they must be respectful and polite.

When some actors saw Du Junfei, they were like cats seeing fish and smelling the fishy smell, and they couldn't wait to run up and join in the fun.

But Du Junfei's eyes blocked everyone's enthusiasm.

There was ice and snow in his eyes.

It can freeze the tender buds of spring.

He comes with bad intentions!

Xianle narrowed his eyes and said to Du Junfei in a vigilant tone, "What are you doing here? I didn't invite you."

Du Junfei: "There is an old friend who wants to meet you."

Xianle raised an eyebrow and looked behind Du Junfei, asking him, "Who is hiding behind you?"

"Look, who she is!"

Du Junfei pulled his hand and Zhiyue, who was hiding behind him, was pulled out.

Zhiyue lowered her head timidly and humbly, not daring to look up.

Du Junfei held Zhiyue's face in his hands. He lifted her up and said to her in sign language: "Zhiyue, this is your chance for revenge. There are many people here, and with me here, she can't hurt you."

[Zhiyue, you are not someone who will just accept what is done to you. You have suffered so much harm, why don't you seek revenge?]

【It is never the victim who should be punished, but the sinner! 】

[Zhiyue, you've been hurt so badly by her, can you really endure all this? ]

Zhiyue understood what Du Junfei said.

When she thought of her ruined life, her heart was filled with hatred.

If it weren't for string music, she wouldn't have been sold into the mountains, chained to the bed, and lived a life of humiliation worse than that of an animal!

She was burned with a branding iron, leaving her with lifelong humiliation!

She also killed a five-month-old baby. When the child was induced, it had already taken human form!

And all this is thanks to the woman in front of me!

Zhiyue slowly turned her head, facing Xianle, and smiled at her strangely.

Zhiyue used sign language to gesture: [After eighteen years, do you still remember me? ]

From the moment he saw Du Junfei speaking sign language to Zhiyue, the color on Xianle's face was turning paler and paler.

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