Chapter 129 It really ended when it was said to end.

Wen Jiu remained silent.

Li Yue felt sorry for people like this.

She didn't know what exactly happened between the two of them back then, but it had been five years. If she hadn't let go after five years, she would never be able to let go of this person in her lifetime.

She reached for the glass of wine in front of her and poured herself a full glass: "If you really haven't let go, why don't you try to win him back while he's back in the country?"

Wen Jiu stared at the glass of wine, its surface glistening under the light, saying nothing. Only the image of those indifferent eyes and those words floated into her mind—

"Xiao Jiu, when I leave, I'm really gone."

Wen Jiu ran her fingers along the rim of the glass, murmuring to herself, "Zhou Yanchuan, why did you suddenly come back?"

*

Zhou Yanchuan went to that apartment, which hadn't been lived in for a long time. As soon as he opened the door, the air was filled with fine dust.

He turned on the light, stepped into the living room, and the card he had placed on the table before leaving was still there, but the sticky note underneath was gone.

Zhou Yanchuan reached out and picked it up. He was really ruthless; he broke it just like that.

*

Wen Jiu had a dream that night after chatting with Li Yue for so long before going to sleep.

In her dream, she returned to the apartment near the school.

A month after Zhou Yanchuan left, Wen Jiu suddenly found a key in one of her clothes pockets.

I don't know when he put it there.

She went to the apartment alone.

Everything was the same as the night she moved out, but something had subtly changed.

It turned out that he had replaced the table that kept bumping into her legs.

She bought a square table because it looked nice.

However, she was nearly hit by the corner of the table several times, and it was only thanks to Zhou Yanchuan's reach that she was able to grab the sharp corner and avoid getting hurt.

Now the square table has become a round table.

There are also wall cabinets.

The cabinets that she used to have to tiptoe to reach are now all within her reach.

She also saw a bank card on the table.

Write on a sticky note next to it: Password: Your birth date.

...

The next morning, Wen Jiu received a call from Sun Jin, saying that Song Nan's husband's boss had returned from a business trip.

“Then I’ll come over now,” she replied, quietly lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

Wen Jiu opened the wardrobe and took out a black knit sweater.

With her back to the bed, she took off her pajamas, revealing her smooth, porcelain-white skin to the air.

She changed into a pair of jeans of the same color for her lower body, making her all black, which made her face look even whiter.

Fair skin, red lips, and a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand.

Wen Jiu put on a dark brown coat before leaving the house.

She took a taxi directly to Song Nan's husband's company, but due to the morning rush hour, she was delayed on the way and arrived at the company after nine o'clock.

As soon as Wen Jiu got out of the car, she heard someone calling her from behind.

She turned her head.

It was Sun Jin and Lin Fan, who had just gotten out of the car.

The woman glanced at her and gestured, "Let's go."

As I entered, I vaguely saw a figure flash by on the glass wall.

Wen Jiu subconsciously stopped and turned around to look.

Several bodyguards in black were seen gathering in one direction by the door.

"What's wrong?" Sun Jin asked.

Wen Jiu shook her head, a hint of self-mockery flashing in her eyes: "It's nothing."

As soon as the two entered the company, the receptionist came over.

"Excuse me, you..." The woman's words trailed off as she saw the identification Sun Jin presented.

"Where is your leader?" Wen Jiu asked.

"Our leader," the woman began, but before she could finish, the elevator doors opened with a "ding."

She straightened up: "Mr. He, these two prosecutors..."

"We'll talk about it later," the man interrupted abruptly, not even glancing in their direction, and strode toward the glass door.

Sun Jin frowned, about to speak, when a group of people surrounded a man and came into view.

The dim light at the entrance cast a hazy shadow on that superior face.

Clearly the posture of someone in a superior position.

His expression didn't change much.

When Wen Jiu saw the person appear at the door, her eyes paused.

He turned and walked towards the sofa to the side.

He tilted his head and said something to the person next to him.

Wen Jiu's expression didn't change, but she tightened her grip on her phone a little.

Sun Jin, standing to the side, noticed her subtle movement: "You know her?"

Before Wen Jiu could answer, Xiao Lin, who was already excitedly wondering what she was there for, said with a flushed face and holding her breath, "Doesn't Prosecutor Sun know him?"

A rare hint of doubt flickered in Sun Jin's wise eyes.

The girl continued in a low voice, "His company, Nine Domains, which he founded two years ago, acquired three leading competitors in the industry in just two years. Its business covers multiple fields. I saw some reports saying that their company's market value is estimated at 300 billion US dollars."

The person who said this spoke with great admiration.

Sun Jin wasn't interested in any companies or anything like that; they were unlikely to run into any of those wealthy people anyway. The case was the priority right now.

"You know a lot of random things, but have you remembered all the professional knowledge I asked you to?"

"I remember."

Lin Fan answered, his gaze still fixed on the person on the sofa.

Not only is her face beautiful, but even the hand resting on the armrest is exceptionally alluring.

The joints are clearly defined, the skin is pale and cool, and the fingertips are pinkish.

"No wonder he's the kind of person who can get financial news outlets to take close-up shots!"

Sun Jin glanced at the infatuated little girl next to her, then looked at Wen Jiu beside her, and was about to say, "Look at the kids these days."

But I found that she was also lost in thought.

Her eyes changed slightly.

After waiting for about five minutes, Sun Jin lost her patience and gestured for the receptionist to come over.

Wen Jiu watched quietly, not knowing what the woman had said, when the people on the other side of the sofa looked in their direction.

A few seconds later, He Shi Nian stood up and walked towards them.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to discuss the contract and didn't notice the two prosecutors." The man stepped forward and apologized.

His gaze, however, seemed to fall subtly on Wen Jiu beside him.

He hadn't originally planned to come over at this time, after all, the person sitting on the sofa wasn't an ordinary person.

No one should be slighted by him.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he said to her was about this female prosecutor.

Question: "Who is she?"

After the receptionist came over, he gestured for me to come over as well.

Just as Shi Henian was pondering the relationship between the two, Sun Jin across from him went straight to the point: "We would like to ask you about Lu Ting."

“Okay,” he said, snapping out of his reverie, and gestured, “This way, please.”

Wen Jiu followed them into the room. The moment she turned around, the person sitting on the sofa looked over.