He drank too much and coughed violently, his angular face turning bright red from the choking.
Qi Mingli felt sorry for him, so he searched his phone, unlocked it by looking at his face, and then dialed Lu Zhiwei's number.
Lu Zhiwei, busy in her study, sat at her computer desk, where three large-screen computers were rapidly scrolling through facial recognition data.
She was doing a facial comparison of Xia Wanying.
When the phone rang.
A string of text appeared on the screen: Facial recognition failed.
Looking at the results displayed on the computer screen, Lu Zhiwei scratched her messy short hair.
In other words, the Xia Wanying in the surveillance video received by the police station was a fake.
Someone else used the same makeup technique to impersonate Xia Wanying and go in to commit the crime.
This portrait database was created by her in collaboration with all the artists in the artist alliance. Unlike simply distinguishing pupils, it also includes information about a person's bone structure.
It's more comprehensive and detailed than the police station's facial recognition system, making it impossible for it to make a mistake.
Just when all the evidence pointed to Xia Wanying again, the plot twisted again, and the clues were once more broken.
Frustrated, Lu Zhiwei got up and grabbed the incessantly ringing phone on the table.
Seeing that it was Shen Jinmo calling, she had no desire to answer.
But the other party kept calling it over and over again, showing great persistence.
Lu Zhiwei had no choice but to answer the call.
"Lu Zhiwei... come pick me up, hurry up!" The drunken Shen Jingmo snatched the phone from Qi Mingli's hand.
The commanding tone came from the other end of the phone.
Just like before the divorce, no matter how late he was out socializing, he would call her, and whether she was asleep or not, she would have to drive to pick him up herself, and then she would have to endure his drunken release of desire, making it almost impossible for her to sleep all night.
"Did you hear me?" Shen Jingmo growled impatiently.
Lu Zhiwei pinched her throat, immediately changing her tone, and spoke in a deep baritone voice: "She's asleep."
Startled by the male voice on the other end of the phone, Shen Jinmo sobered up considerably and stared at the phone screen: "Who are you?"
"Her man."
After saying that, Lu Zhiwei hung up the phone.
One sentence, "her man," plunged Shen Jinmo into an endless hell.
He tossed his phone onto the sofa, staring blankly at Qi Mingli, his eyes bloodshot: "She's asleep? Sleeping with a man?"
Qi Mingli shrugged: "You didn't cherish her when she slept with you."
Shen Jinmo was even more depressed.
It seemed that even drinking all the wine on the table couldn't dispel the bitterness in his heart.
"Why did you call her? Were you deliberately trying to upset me?"
“I originally wanted to ask her to come and pick you up, but you insisted on showing off, and you went too far,” Qi Mingli said with a shake of his head and a sigh.
Sitting upright in his wheelchair, Shen Jingmo let out a hiccup, his unfocused eyes gradually hardening. "If she won't come to pick me up, don't I still have you? I'll go to your place tonight."
A large hand patted Qi Mingli's shoulder, and he suddenly trembled: "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? I don't have the habit of bringing men home."
"If Lu Zhiwei can sleep with men, so can I!" As alcohol clouded her senses, the words that came out of her mouth became increasingly terrifying and bizarre.
Qi Mingli swallowed hard, his hair standing on end in fright: "..."
He had to escape, escape quickly.
Qi Mingli left Shen Jinmo in the private room to continue drinking, then went outside and called Shen Jiarui: "Come pick up your brother. He's completely drunk at my club."
Shen Jiarui, who was practicing at the racetrack, couldn't get away at all: "Where's Lin Jing?"
“He took Xia Wanying back to her old house,” Qi Mingli replied.
Shen Jiarui recalled that a few minutes ago, Shen Shuyuan posted a message on her WeChat Moments saying that she was shopping at a nearby mall. The mall was about to close at this time, so he could pick up his older brother and find an excuse to chat with Shen Shuyuan a bit more.
"I'll have Shuyuan pick him up. Send me the room number on my phone."
A dozen minutes later, Shen Shuyuan, wearing a black dress, drove over from a nearby shopping mall. Qi Mingli had already gone back. Only Shen Jinmo remained in the private room.
Shen Jingmo, leaning against the wheelchair, was fast asleep, still clutching an empty vodka bottle in her hand.
Shen Shuyuan came to his side, half-squatting down, like a willing believer, looking up at his god.
She gently took the empty bottle from his palm and placed it on the table.
"Lu Zhiwei!" Shen Jinmo suddenly called out, his voice low and hoarse.
Shen Shuyuan's body stiffened, and a cold glint flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.
"I'm sorry." He murmured softly, his thin lips pressed together.
The sound was almost inaudible, but Shen Shuyuan heard it very clearly.
Her proud, arrogant, and always superior brother never apologized to anyone.
Lu Zhiwei became the first woman to make him bow his head.
She felt that her god had been blasphemed.
Lu Zhiwei, your crime is unforgivable.
He clenched his fingers and slowly rose, his gentle eyes turning gloomy and sinister.
She called over a bartender, who helped her push Shen Jinmo out of the club.
She called a designated driver to drive her car.
She and Shen Jinmo sat in the back seat of the car. She hadn't been drinking and could have driven, but she didn't want to miss the opportunity to be alone with Shen Jinmo.
For the first three years, there was Lu Zhiwei between them, and now there is Xia Wanying.
In the Shen family, if she dared to show even the slightest inappropriate feelings towards Shen Jinmo, she would be immediately kicked out.
She has been restraining herself and enduring hardship all these years, and not a single day has been easy for her.
The car drove smoothly, and Shen Jinmo slept soundly. Whenever he was drunk, he would sleep more soundly than usual. His cold and fierce features gradually relaxed, and he was completely unguarded.
The driver in the front seat glanced at the distinguished young couple in the back seat and asked curiously, "Are you a couple?"
Shen Shuyuan nodded slightly, without denying it.
The driver was a chatterbox, and to keep the trip from getting boring, he continued, "You two are such a perfect match. Just like someone you'd see on TV."
Shen Shuyuan was pleased by what she heard, and took out a wad of cash from her handbag and handed it to the driver: "This is a tip. And you can shut up now." She found it noisy.
The driver, having taken the money, smiled and shut his mouth.
The carriage finally fell silent.
Shen Shuyuan gazed at Shen Jinmo's sleeping face, then slowly turned her head and rested it on his shoulder.
She had longed for this simple wish for several years.
She took out her phone, turned on the front camera, and captured the scene on her phone.
In the photo, Shen Jinmo's features are exquisite, and she is gentle and obedient; they are the epitome of a perfect match, a man of talent and a woman of beauty.
The car was already heading towards the old manor.
The old house was full of Jiang Jingyu's spies, so she could no longer do anything out of line.
The reason Jiang Jingyu, that old woman, keeps Xia Wanying around is because she's a fool, and Shen Jinmo would never touch her, so she turns a blind eye.
But as an adopted daughter, no one in the Shen family would take her seriously.
Putting down her phone, Shen Shuyuan moved even closer to Shen Jinmo, drawn by the irresistible, refreshing scent of pine emanating from him.
He sat upright, looking like a well-behaved and sensible child, serene and beautiful, almost tempting to commit a crime.
She pursed her lips and greedily kissed Shen Jinmo's thin lips.
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