Upon hearing this, Lin Congzhi was startled: "Is this reliable?"

“It’s very reliable, I’ve even taken photos,” Gao Jiakai replied confidently.

"show me."

Lin Congzhi was eager to know who was investigating Jiang Ze.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ze took out his phone and pulled out the photos he had saved in his album.

Looking around, Lin Congzhi indeed saw someone with a camera, hiding in the shadows, secretly taking photos of Jiang Ze entering and leaving various glamorous places.

"Who is this person? Do you know him?"

Gao Jiakai shook his head: "I don't know him."

Judging from their attire, they don't look like bodyguards, but rather like members of some organization.

Lin Congzhi noticed the logo on the clothes and thought it looked familiar, so he immediately went online to look it up.

Before long, he learned the man's identity.

He works for a private detective agency.

In order to investigate Jiang Ze, he once searched for domestic private detective agencies online and talked to these agencies about prices. In the end, he felt it was too expensive and chose to send someone to investigate.

"Did she send someone to investigate Jiang Ze? Was that phone call from a private investigator?"

If that's the case, then everything will be clear.

After glancing at Brother Lin's phone, Gao Jiakai noticed the trademark of a private detective agency and realized who was investigating Jiang Ze.

"Brother Lin, your sister-in-law is heartbroken. Could it be that she found out about Jiang Ze?"

Lin Congzhi said undeniably, "It's possible!"

"If that's the case, then I'll be able to attend Brother Lin's wedding soon." Gao Jiakai beamed, the depression in his heart finally dissipating.

Lin Congzhi couldn't be happy, because it's hard to imagine what crazy things a person who is overly heartbroken might do.

He glanced at Jiang Yimei, who was drinking and singing wildly in the private room, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He wanted to go in and stop her.

Seeing his fists clenched, hesitant to move, Gao Jiakai advised, "Brother Lin, go ahead. Your sister-in-law needs you most right now."

"What if she's the last person she wants to see?"

Lin Congzhi turned his head and asked a question, his feelings extremely conflicted.

People who have just been hurt in a relationship find it hard to move on and hard to believe in love. They should never presumptuously assume that the other person wants to find a new relationship.

Gao Jiakai didn't dare to make any guarantees, after all, a woman's mind is ever-changing, just like an emperor's mood, which is hard to guess.

"Brother Lin, do you still want this cake?"

This cake was meticulously designed by Brother Lin, who spent a lot of money and stayed up several nights in a row. Even if it's not used today, it can be used another day, as long as it's stored well.

After a moment's thought, Lin Congzhi reluctantly said, "Let's not. She wasn't happy on her birthday. If she sees the cake, she might be reminded of what happened today."

He could make more cakes if he ran out, and he could make them for Jiang Yimei every day if she wanted to eat them. However, he couldn't control her mood, so for Jiang Yimei's sake, he had to abandon his creations.

That's a real shame.

Looking at the perfectly packaged cake, Gao Jiakai felt a pang of regret.

He dared not eat it, nor would he eat it, because this was something Brother Lin had designed for his sister-in-law; what would it mean if he ate it?

...

Half an hour later, the people in the private room who had been drinking heavily finally couldn't take it anymore.

Jiang Yimei and Yaoyao both passed out drunk and couldn't get up.

Dong Ya, who had been quietly singing along with them the whole time, breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I don't have to keep up with those two crazy women anymore.

She put down the microphone, glanced sideways, and saw Jiang Yimei's bag.