The word "wife" was deafening, but Shekh just blinked.
"Not my wife, he won't let me call her that."
"He won't allow it?" Chi Yu looked shocked. "No... Shi Jinzhe, what happened to you..."
Are you trying to deny everything after you've done your job?
Is this just being old-fashioned and lacking in romance, or is it simply a lack of intention to take responsibility?
hiss……
Chi Yu felt that neither of these two options was very good.
He looked at Sheh and heard from the gossip group that she could see, but couldn't see strong light and had to cover it up.
Chi Yu didn't know what illness it was, but with his eyesight so bad, it was really too difficult for him to still be living such a dull and tasteless life with Shi Jin.
Ugh, this is really tough.
Meeting Chi Yu's subtle gaze, Shi Jinzhe swore that the worst thing he had done this morning was stepping into the Chi family's gate.
"Don't look at me like that, that was before..."
"Okay, okay, the past is the past."
You said those same things before.
Adhering to the principle of not letting a single word fall to the ground, Chi Yu took over the conversation himself, barely managing to save face for him.
"Although he loves to make empty promises, he always keeps his word. You don't need to worry. You'll definitely be his wife in the future. He's already taken you home to meet his parents, so he won't be irresponsible. You can rest assured."
After explaining in one sentence, he quickly changed the subject, "Our cook made some pastries this morning, and the wife cake is absolutely amazing. Take some home and try it later; no one else can compare."
Shi Jinzhe added, "The pastry chef they hired is really skilled; you'll definitely like him."
Chi Yu added, "Yes, and the flower cakes, lotus pastries, and other Chinese pastries are all quite good. If you like them, I can have some sent over tonight."
As Shekh listened to the two of them chatting back and forth, his attention shifted to the food.
She hasn't tried many traditional pastries yet, so you could give it a try.
Thinking about food, she glanced at Shi Jinzhe and said, "I'll let you off this time."
Wife cakes still contain the character for "cake," and adding "wife" doesn't change the fact that they are still cakes.
Although it's all nonsense, you can still have a bite of this pancake.
The two were led around by Chi Yu, and came out half an hour later, with Shi Jinzhe carrying two pastry boxes.
Shekh held a wife cake in his hand. "It's delicious. I like it."
After eating one, she picked up another, and by the time she got home, one of the pastry boxes was empty.
Seeing that she loved to eat, Shi Jinzhe sent a message to Chi Yu, and by the afternoon she had received more than a dozen kinds of pastries.
Some were still warm, clearly freshly made.
Shekh ate happily, and then at night he made Shi Jin get up four times to pour him water.
One cup isn't enough; we need a whole pot.
After three days, she finally ate her fill, and Shi Jinzhe no longer needed to get up at night, sleeping soundly until dawn.
On the day agreed upon with Meng Chengxi, it rained lightly, just as the weather was supposed to be.
Sheh left the Cheng family home alone in the afternoon, and Cheng Yun specially made time to go with her to meet the mysterious person.
The car belonged to the Cheng family, and the driver was also from the Cheng family. Shi Jinzhe was not present, so Cheng Yun did not suspect much.
The car drove further and further off course, finally stopping in front of a high wall.
He opened the car door and got out, slightly puzzled: "Here?"
Sheh saw Meng Chengxi waiting at the door. "Yes, he's been locked up, that's why you couldn't find him."
Cheng Yun stood still: "I've had people scout these places before, but the person I'm looking for isn't there."
"It's not a woman; you're looking in the wrong direction."
Meng Chengxi said coldly, "Whether you're going in or not, we'll decide tomorrow. If you have anything to say, this is your last chance. If you don't want to see it, then forget it."
He'd already bought the team cards, and was just waiting for the player in the game to come in and get revenge.
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Yun finally stepped inside.
These places are strictly regulated, making them extremely safe in a sense.
This is a one-time opportunity, so there's no harm in going in and taking a look.
Led by Meng Chengxi, Cheng Yun and Shehe met a thin man with a scar on his face in a room.
He was in his forties, with fierce eyes, and didn't look like a good person. He sat there without saying a word.
Shekh placed his hand on the ribbon and threatened as he walked.
Even after receiving the greeting card, the system continued to make demands.
The game randomly selects players and also randomly selects the type of instance. So, it's not difficult to randomly give Cheng Yun an escape room instance.
Now all she needs to do is ensure that the system prevents the broadcast of the bound information for one hour.
Cheng Yun sat down on the stool opposite the death row inmate.
A private room, no identity registration, and no inspection of belongings – this doesn't seem like a normal prison visitation procedure.
He looked at Shekh and saw her pressing her eyes. "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"
“No, no.” Shekh lowered his hand.
Cheng Yun frowned, about to ask again in confusion, when suddenly a light, flimsy object appeared in his hand.
A greeting card.
The card is black, palm-sized, and features a gold-stamped design with the words "Invitation Card" printed on it.
Cheng Yun's breath hitched; he had seen this thing before in Cheng You'an's possession!
That day, he rushed out of the room with the card, repeatedly asking in a terrified and angry voice what to do.
When Liu Run, who had come to visit him, saw the card, he said something to Cheng Youan and quickly calmed him down.
And then...
It was this card that ended up in Shi Jinzhe's hands, and from then on, they completely broke off their relationship.
Cheng Yun was alarmed; there was definitely something wrong with this card!
Realizing this, he raised his hand to hand over the card, but quickly withdrew it.
Why did the greeting card appear out of nowhere, and why did it end up in my hands instead of someone else's?
Will there be other problems if we just give it away so casually?
Cheng Youan gave him the card, but not long after, he went mad for no reason, crying out in pain every day, with no cause to be found.
Three months ago, Cheng Youan required him to pay Liu Run a hefty protection fee every two weeks.
Liu Run's promise to protect Cheng You'an, along with Cheng You'an's strange expenses, suggest that even giving out the card carries hidden risks.
Both Cheng Youan and Shi Jinzhe have received the same card.
Life and death are already decided. Even with protection, Cheng You'an is doomed, just as Shi Jinzhe is destined to die.
Cheng Yun gripped the edge of the greeting card tightly. Giving this card would have worse consequences than not giving it at all!
Shekh stood beside him: "Don't be nervous."
Cheng Yun then vaguely remembered that Shekh was still there.
He turned his head and instantly lost control of his body.
The returned greeting cards couldn't be kept; they were passed straight through the window and into the hands of the death row inmates across the street.
Meng Chengxi pressed on the man's shoulder to ensure that the handover of the greeting card would proceed smoothly.
Cheng Yun watched as the card was handed to the person on the other side, and saw the scarred man's pupils widen, revealing an expression of extreme shock.
The greeting card slipped from his hand, and Shekh guided Cheng Yun toward the door.
One minute later, Shekh released the control: "Go see Shi Jinzhe, he's waiting for you."
"You're lying about everything?!"
Cheng Yun, unable to hide his anger, was about to say something more when he saw Shi Jinzhe's figure in his eyes.
He thanked Meng Chengxi, and he and Shehe each held Cheng Yun's arms on either side and led him away.
Cheng Yun tried to break free, but the two men, seemingly out of nowhere, held his arms tightly without loosening their grip.
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