The night wind swept through the harbor, scattering the lingering whistles of the departing cruise ships.
Chu Wuyang stood by the dock, raising her hand to smooth her wind-blown hair.
She looked at the man standing opposite her.
"Do you need me to bring the person back to China for you?"
Yang Jinchu's voice was low and slow, his eyes slightly lowered.
They easily found Zhou Heng by following the location provided by Jin Bolin.
"Let's go find Jingmin first."
Chu Wuyang said it bluntly.
Yan Zhou and Li Yan have already made arrangements for Zhou Heng.
What she cares about most now is Jingmin's whereabouts.
Yang Jinchu was silent for a moment, then said softly,
Do you want me to come with you?
His tone was calm, as if he were asking for opinions, or perhaps giving some kind of hint.
If she agrees, he will stay with her.
Chu Wuyang clenched his fingers, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head.
"No,"
She knew Jingmin's temper perfectly well.
He was a complete jealous man; if she brought Yang Jinchu to see him,
The scene... I can't even imagine!
Yang Jinchu seemed to have anticipated this answer. He didn't press the matter, but simply smiled gently.
His voice carried a hint of gentle disappointment.
"good."
After agreeing, he didn't say anything more, he just looked at her.
His gaze was as deep and unfathomable as a lake whose bottom could not be fathomed.
"Then I'll head back to China first."
He paused, then added in a soft voice,
"Yangyang, take good care of yourself."
Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and then he nodded.
"The same to you"
Yang Jinchu chuckled softly, then turned and left without saying another word.
But just as his figure was about to disappear into the night...
Chu Wuyang's phone vibrated.
She looked down and saw several new messages pop up on the screen.
Sender: Unknown number.
She frowned and clicked on it—
The message begins by stating:
I am Jingmin's maternal grandfather.
Did Grandpa Jin send her a message?
—Two pictures,
The car sped through the night.
Chu Wuyang gripped her phone tightly, her gaze fixed on the two photos on the screen.
The first photo – Jingmin's back view
He sat on a carved bench, his chiefdom robe loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing a white shirt underneath, and his right leg was wrapped in gauze.
It was obviously bandaged not long ago.
Before him, a woman dressed in an elegant golden gown and with her face veiled knelt.
She was bending down to carefully tighten the bandages for him.
Her skirt was embroidered with golden vine patterns.
Luxurious and exquisite, it's clearly the attire of royalty and nobility.
Chu Wuyang's heart tightened suddenly.
She pursed her lips and quickly swiped to the next photo—
The second photo —
This is a composite image of surveillance footage.
They were Jing Min and the woman, one after the other, entering a room.
Time: 8 PM.
It is now 8:30.
In other words,
Jing Min and that woman have been alone in the room for half an hour?
It could even take longer.
Chu Wuyang's fingertips tightened slightly, and her heart pounded a little unsteadily.
The next second, Mr. Jin's text message followed—
The woman in the photo is a noblewoman from the royal family of the emirate.
My father is a member of the royal family, and my mother is a noblewoman of Chinese descent. They are from a distinguished family and are a perfect match for my Jin family. She is the wife I chose for Jingmin.
Noblewomen are extremely conservative and would never casually come into contact with men from other tribes. Her bandaging of Jingmin's wounds demonstrates her attitude towards him.
More importantly, in the chiefdoms, noblewomen only remove their veils to show their future husbands.
If Jingmin removes her veil, it means he agrees to marry her, and her status does not allow her to be humiliated in any way—no matter what happens.
He must take full responsibility.
Moreover, it seems that Jingmin doesn't mind.
Finally, Mr. Jin specifically included an address—
Royal Hotel Al-Zahel, Room 1808.
Chu Wuyang's breathing tightened slightly, and an uncontrollable anger surged within him.
She gripped her phone tightly, her voice low and somber.
"parking!"
The driver stopped the car and looked at her through the rearview mirror.
"Take me to this address."
She spoke slowly and deliberately.
Royal Hotel Al-Zahel, Room 1808.
Chu Wuyang stood at the door, her fingers gripping the access card tightly, her heart pounding.
"Bang bang bang—"
She raised her hand and knocked hard on the door; the crisp sound of her knocking was particularly abrupt in the night.
No one responded.
She gritted her teeth and knocked a few more times, but there was still no response.
My heart sank little by little, and my breathing became rapid.
She tried to turn around—but just then, the door was suddenly pulled open.
"Yangyang?"
A deep voice rang out, carrying a hint of surprise.
She turned around abruptly, her gaze meeting Jing Min's eyes.
He stood at the doorway.
She was still wearing the chiefdom's robe, the lapel slightly open, revealing a few faint red marks on her collarbone.
There was indeed gauze wrapped around his right leg, as if it had just been bandaged recently.
Chu Wuyang's gaze swept over him, trying to find a trace of guilt or remorse in his expression.
But there was nothing there.
He simply looked at her, his gaze open and honest.
Chu Wuyang felt a tightness in her chest, then abruptly pushed him away and rushed into the room.
My gaze fell on the bed—
A noblewoman was lying there quietly.
The blanket covered his entire body, so his face was obscured.
But a corner of her skirt peeked out, the golden silk gleaming softly under the light.
Chu Wuyang's mind went completely blank for a moment.
She turned around abruptly, raised her hand, and slapped Jing Min hard across the face.
"Jingmin, we're finished."
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