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Sun-dappled cobblestone path, blue snowflakes where butterflies once rested, and the sea so blue it was visible to the naked eye—Shen Tinghe reluctantly bid farewell to the South of France and boarded the train back to Paris.

She has been in Paris for over a year and has already completed nearly half of her postgraduate studies. Like many international students, Shen Tinghe has only been home a handful of times, spending most of her holidays on short trips like this.

She lived in an international student apartment two streets away from the school. Her roommate was a friend from Japan. She had only seen her once at the beginning of the semester and had never seen her again. After asking around, she learned that her friend had dropped out of school. As a result, Shen Tinghe had a two-person dormitory room to herself.

The computer contained the experimental analysis that had been rejected by her supervisor. Shen Tinghe majored in child psychology. During the experiment, she outwitted and outmaneuvered the children. After the experiment, she and her supervisor worked on revisions over and over again.

After sending the revised experimental analysis to her supervisor's email right on time, Shen Tinghe tilted her head back to relax her shoulders and neck, closed her eyes, took deep breaths, and gently pinched her neck to absorb spiritual energy and increase her cultivation.

It was nearly dusk when I stepped out of the bookstore. Located on a busy street, the bookstore was a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle. The ebony-toned furnishings gave it an antique and elegant, understated artistic feel.

In a busy commercial street, it's inevitable to encounter pickpockets. Shen Tinghe only discovered that her wallet had been stolen when she went inside to get her keys.

The thin jacket had a tear, and the cardholder inside was gone, containing all the identification information.

Without even going home to change her clothes, Shen Tinghe turned around and headed straight for the embassy, ​​where she knew the embassy was far more effective than the local police.

After taking a taxi to the embassy and spending the last of her change, Shen Tinghe rushed into the embassy. It was the first time that something important had been stolen from her, and she was so panicked that she was completely disoriented.

In front of the embassy was a row of stairs, which Shen Tinghe had never noticed before when she came here.

She walked forward with her head down, not noticing that she bumped into a man. The file in his hand fell to the ground, and Shen Tinghe quickly apologized and helped him pick it up. She hurriedly handed the file to the man, and without even looking at what he looked like, she rushed towards the door.

The man paused slightly when he saw her face, noticing that Shen Tinghe seemed to be in a hurry, and asked in confusion, "Hello?"

A greeting in Chinese came from behind, stopping Shen Tinghe in her tracks.

She was also taken aback when she saw Chen Rancheng, and greeted him with a smile, "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry." She pointed to the embassy.

Chen Rancheng turned around and started walking up the steps, asking, "What's wrong?"

Shen Tinghe briefly explained to him why she had come to the embassy, ​​and then embarrassedly rubbed her head.

Do you know who to look for?

Shen Tinghe shook her head. She only knew she was coming to the embassy, ​​but she didn't really know where she was going.

Seeing her blank expression, Chen Rancheng said, "Come on, follow me." He led her into the embassy and took her to the relevant department to register her information, report the loss, and apply for a temporary ID card.

His colleagues in the IT department saw him and quickly stood up, "Director Chen."

Chen Rancheng waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down, and pointed to Shen Tinghe next to him, "Her ID card was stolen, help her get her information updated."

Chen Si, Shen Tinghe silently repeated these two words in her mind. She had no idea what this position meant, but judging from the person in front of her, it seemed to be quite important.

After registering my information, I came out and saw Chen Rancheng still standing at the door. "Thank you."

When Chen Rancheng saw her come out, he straightened his collar and smiled, "Consider it as you taking care of Lele for me that day in the South of France."

Shen Tinghe smiled but didn't respond. She turned around and silently breathed a sigh of relief. This sudden attention made her feel a little flattered. So that was the reason.

The two walked out of the embassy. "Did you call the police?"

Chen Rancheng's words reminded Shen Tinghe that although the police abroad were inefficient, she couldn't not call the police, just in case they caught her by sheer luck.

"No, I'll go report it right away."

"Do you still have money on you?"

How come this person has such sharp eyes?

Shen Tinghe was a little embarrassed. She had originally planned to think of a solution herself after he left, but she didn't expect him to say it directly.

So much so that when I sat in the passenger seat and looked at the fleeting street scene outside the window, I suddenly realized how I had ended up in his car.

A man of obvious status and power, a man from a completely different world from hers. Yet she got into his car so easily.

Was it due to his excessive hypocrisy or a choice made deep within his soul?

The police received the two in a negligent manner, slowly letting Shen Tinghe fill out the form first, while they sat on the chair with their legs crossed, tearing open a cheese.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blank space left by Shen Tinghe. "Fill it in completely."

The lost and found phone number section requires two numbers in case the item is found but the phone is unreachable. However, Shen Tinghe only has one number and doesn't remember any other people's numbers.

She explained to the police that she only remembered her own phone number, and that her phone was on 24 hours a day, so there was no possibility that it wouldn't get through.

The French police officer, with a calm expression, remained unmoved and insisted that she fill out the form completely.

"Fill in mine."

Chen Chengran, who had been standing to the side, came over at some point and picked up a pen to fill in his phone number in a blank column.

After filling out the form, I pushed it to the police officer and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

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Shen Tinghe looked at Chen Rancheng and asked, "Are you all like this?"

Chen Rancheng asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

"Treat people differently based on their status."

Chen Rancheng chuckled, "We're not that ungrateful."