Chapter 11 Sent to Prison
On the other hand, although Yan Ai's mood was affected by the incident in the elevator, she did not show it on her face. Today was her teacher's birthday party, and she had to be happy no matter what.
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the hotel after the birthday party.
Yan Ai took a quick shower and, while she was still not sleepy, she picked up the sketchbook beside her and started drawing. She didn't stop until two or three in the morning before she went to sleep.
That night, she finally slept more soundly and didn't have nightmares anymore.
After waking up the next day, Yan Ai washed up, had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, and then went to a place with the three portraits she had painted last night.
After the divorce, she can free herself to look for evidence and then find a way to send Feng Jue to prison.
Even if we can't send him to jail in the end, we must make him suffer a lot!
She Yan Ai wanted revenge, so she wouldn't think it was too late even after a lifetime, let alone ten years.
At ten-thirty in the morning, Yan Ai took a taxi to Zi Buyu Pottery Studio in the north of the city.
"We're going to work together again in a few days. What's so urgent? You can't wait for a few days, but you have to come today?"
Mu Ziyu glanced at Yan Ai who came to visit again, and then continued to paint gold on his white glazed porcelain.
But his mouth continued to chatter.
"We just met yesterday, and here we are again today. Do you like me so much? You feel suffocated when you haven't seen me for even a day?"
Mu Ziyu is a good person in every way, except that his mouth is a bit annoying.
Yan Ai ignored his words and walked over. She took out three sketches from her file bag and handed them to him. "I want to find these three foreigners. I don't know their names or ages. Can you help me ask your brother to find them? I'll remember the favor and I'll repay you."
Mu Ziyu's brother is the director of the Public Security Bureau. If he is willing to help, the chances of finding the person are very high.
Mu Ziyu stopped what she was doing and glanced at the A4 drawing paper she handed to him, her somewhat feminine brows slightly furrowed. "Why are you looking for them?"
This is so infuriating, it seems her sketching skills have improved a lot!
How could she even beat him in sketching?!
Mu Ziyu pursed his lips slightly, his fair and handsome face showing no sign of hiding his inner thoughts.
Yan Ai was used to it and said calmly, "Revenge."
"Revenge?" Mu Ziyu instantly became interested and asked hurriedly, "Did they offend you? How? I want to bow three times to them and become their disciple!"
"Do you really want to know?" A murderous look flashed in Yan Ai's clear eyes.
Kidnapping, imprisonment, attempted rape, if he really dared to learn these, she would immediately twist his head off for his brother!
Mu Ziyu shuddered unconsciously when he saw her eyes, "Why are you so fierce? I didn't say I wouldn't help."
Mu Ziyu curled his lips and snorted, then turned his head away proudly and continued to paint his gold, "Put it down, I'll go home and bring it to my brother tonight."
Mu Ziyu is a rare young genius who just turned 20 this year. They met last year when they were participating in a secret research and development mission for the military.
In a few days, the two of them will jointly participate in the development project of high-end stealth air-launched UAV.
When Mu Ziyu learned that Yan Ai had started to engage in these secret missions at the age of eighteen, he suddenly felt that he had failed at the age of eighteen.
After that, he wanted to compete with Yan Ai in everything, and it almost became his obsession.
Yan Ai knows all of this, and she doesn't think it's a bad thing to "compete" in academics or technology.
"Thank you, Mu Ziyu." Yan Ai placed the three sketches on the table beside her with a sincere tone.
Mu Ziyu was stunned. Although Yan Ai had never been frivolous towards him, on the contrary, when doing research and development tasks, Yan Ai was even much stricter than some of her predecessors.
But he was a little uncomfortable with her sudden politeness.
Then he deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Tsk, when did you become so long-winded?"
"Yes, I almost forgot that this is your patent. I'm so sorry." Yan Ai teased him with a smile on her face.
Mu Ziyu's ears turned slightly red, she was angry.
I can't even win an argument, just tell me, isn't that infuriating?
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