Ning Yichu's eyes flashed, and he began to search for information about the current owners of Xinrong Building on the computer.

In less than a moment, she found the owner, G, through the company's intranet.

He was able to skip the full name and put just the letter G in the holder column.

This is definitely not something that an ordinary rich person can do.

Ning Yichu suddenly had a strange and strong feeling in her heart. For some reason, her intuition told her that she must meet this G!

Even if it’s because of A Ling…

She couldn't feel at ease unless she saw with her own eyes who this G was!

Moreover, looking at G's actions now, she guessed that after the news fermented for a few days, they would definitely take over the news and clarify it directly, using a strong method to squeeze into the public's attention.

The imperial capital...maybe the cake needs to be redistributed.

Ning Yichu's eyes narrowed slightly.

But what she didn't expect was that the opportunity came soon.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, according to Steve's arrangement, Ning Yichu brought Ling Jingxing to a private restaurant in the capital with excellent food. The restaurant only accepted reservations and only received one table of guests per day.

When Ning Yichu arrived, the place was very quiet, with only the sound of chatting coming from the curtains and glass decorations that blocked the view.

"Miss Ning, you're here?"

As Ning Yichu approached, Steve inside noticed her.

Ling Jingxing opened the curtain for Ning Yichu. She was dressed in an elegant and intellectual professional outfit with light makeup, but her facial features were beautiful. Her dark circles had long been covered, and her whole body exuded an elegant aura.

She walked in with a smile and was about to say hello to Steve, but she froze in place for a moment.

In the semi-open room, there was another man besides Steve.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, tall, with a thin blanket covering his legs, and an exquisite and beautiful mask on his face.

"Ah...A Ling?" Ning Yichu almost couldn't hold the handbag in her hand.

Her body was trembling. Li Lingyang's figure had been engraved in her mind thousands of times. How could she not recognize A Ling?

Ning Yichu's palms were shaking. She took two steps forward, staring intently at the man in the wheelchair, "A Ling, is that you?"

The man didn't respond.

The eyes that looked at her through the mask were calm and indifferent, but there was no familiarity.

"Ms. Ning?" Steve frowned.

He had dealt with Ning Yichu many times, but this was the first time he saw her being so rude.

Ling Jingxing knew the reason for her loss of composure. When he heard the word "A Ling", his brows frowned strangely. He looked coldly at the man in the wheelchair and sized him up calmly.

Ning Yichu took a deep breath and walked forward. She wanted to confirm whether the person in front of her was A Ling.

"Hello, sir. Could you please take off your mask? I want to see your face." Ning Yichu forced himself to put on a friendly smile, but still couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

There were two bodyguards and an assistant beside the man. The bodyguards stepped forward to stop Ning Yichu from getting any closer.

Ning Yichu looked at the assistant and his eyes darkened. It was not Special Assistant Xu.

They disappeared together, so it's impossible for Special Assistant Xu not to follow A-Ling...

"Steve, is this the Miss Ning you mentioned, President Ning?"

A hoarse, slightly sarcastic, and playful voice sounded.

The owner of that voice was naturally the man in the wheelchair.

He raised his eyes proudly, with an elegant and aristocratic manner, and looked at Steve's face indifferently.

Ning Yichu froze in place.

This is not Aling's voice.

Even when speaking a foreign language, Aling's accent tends to be more London-style, with a medieval elegance. His voice is deep and pleasant, and naturally not so hoarse, rough and harsh.

Her heart sank suddenly, but another hope couldn't stop her from making excuses for the man in front of her.

The corpse that Li Jianbin showed her that time was in a charred state. Is it possible that A Ling escaped from the fire but his throat was damaged by the smoke?

Ning Yichu's anxious gaze made Steve smile inquisitively.

He didn't pay any attention to the deliberately pointed words from the man in the wheelchair. Instead, he smiled and said, "Ms. Ning, do you know G? It seems like you two are very familiar with each other."

G?

Is he G?

But doesn't G have both legs intact and like horse racing and car racing? Those photos don't match the figure of the person in front of me now!

Ning Yichu's eyes were slightly surprised, "I..."

"We don't know each other." G interrupted Ning Yichu. This was something that would never happen to him. Steve, who was familiar with him, raised his eyebrows.

G glanced at them coldly, "This is the first time Miss Ning and I have met. She seems to have crossed the line a bit."

The fluent English and familiar American accent were completely different from the London accent that Li Lingyang had learned since elementary school.

The mask on G's face was also rather delicate and exaggerated, which was not the style Li Lingyang liked. He always liked simplicity and cleanliness.

What's more, there is G's information. His biological mother is very famous. She was a top socialite and a ballet dancer in the past. You can still find the plays she starred in.

There is no doubt that G has lived abroad since he was a child.

Perhaps, this really wasn't A-Ling, and it was all just because she had been haunted by dreams and hadn't slept well recently, which led her to admit her mistake...

Ning Yichu lost her mind, and a subtle, familiar pain emerged. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by a heavy weight, making her feel so painful that she wanted to die...

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