Chapter Thirty-Three Acquaintances
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This is what the assistant saw when he arrived.
Two figures stood close together deep in the corridor. A red dot of light, seemingly emanating from something, flickered in the distance. The slender woman was pinned against the wall by President Wen. As he opened the door, a beam of light pierced through the crack and fell directly on the two of them, as if they were enacting some kind of idol drama scene.
He wanted to leave immediately, worried about disturbing his boss's flirting, feeling like he was going to be fired tomorrow for stepping into the company with his left foot.
Thinking this, the assistant casually glanced at the black mist clinging to the woman before turning to leave.
Instantly, he froze. Just now, it seemed as if something had emerged from the woman's body.
His pupils trembled.
Black aura? Haha, how could that be?
This is not scientific.
The assistant thought calmly.
His heart pounded, sweat slowly soaked his shirt, and he swallowed stiffly, wondering whether his salary for the month or his life was more important.
Life is important.
The assistant quickly came to a conclusion.
He thought optimistically that Premier Wen didn't seem unhappy at all, and maybe he was even enjoying it.
"Assistant Li? I just wanted to find a place to rest. What brings you here?"
Assistant: "..." Hello, the ghost beside you is still there. Please do not talk to me, thank you.
He pretended not to hear, quickly walked out, muttering to himself, "Is President Wen not here?" "Then let's look somewhere else."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled: "Li Wen."
Li Wen turned around quickly, his face full of surprise, as if he had just seen this person.
Huh? How come there's really only one person left? His fake expression actually carried a hint of genuine surprise.
He said, "Mr. Wen, are you alone?"
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
Wen Zhaoye ignored him. Just now, Wen Zhuo was afraid of being seen, so as soon as Li Wen turned around, he crawled into his phone and climbed back along the network cable.
His phone vibrated, and he looked down.
[It's raining today: I know you're awake! Go home by yourself!!]
Wen Zhaoye glanced at Li Wen, who was looking around, and the ease and comfort of surviving the ordeal was almost overflowing from his face.
Wen Zhaoye's lips curled into a smile as he walked straight past Li Wen, leaving behind only the words, "No bonus this year."
Li Wen: "???"
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A week passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Zhuo walked alone on the streets of a foreign land. It was snowing lightly. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, and when she blinked, they melted in her eyes.
Wen Zhaoye suddenly said yesterday that he had to go on a business trip and told her to stay home and play by herself, since she was no longer bound to Wen Zhaoye's movements.
He then spent almost two hours explaining, one hour of which was dedicated to protecting himself and the other to keeping her away from others.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
Is this a channel for early childhood education? Could you talk about things that are appropriate for adults?
After she subtly expressed this idea to Wen Zhaoye, he nodded in deep agreement and then pounced on Wen Zhuo, the two of them falling onto the bed together.
Wen Zhaoye cupped her face in his hands and stared at her intently, burying his face in Wen Zhuo's neck.
I don't want to leave you.
"Don't you want to leave me?"
Wen Zhuo raised her head in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall on her face. Why did she deliberately leave herself behind?
If Wen Zhaoye really wanted to be with her, he would have taken her along no matter what. Why didn't he this time?
Wen Zhu shook his head, feigning indifference?
Two days before Wen Zhaoye left, Wen Zhuo was very excited, like a student who was finally on vacation and no longer under the supervision of his parents, and he went crazy playing in the neighborhood.
Logically, Wen Zhaoye should have started causing trouble for her by the time she hadn't returned home by 10 p.m. curfew, but she had played along and hadn't even received a single message from him.
She thought Wen Zhaoye had undergone gender reassignment surgery, but when she stepped into a famous male model store, she was asked to leave before she could even touch him.
The owner stammered and couldn't say anything, so Wen Zhuo settled for another place, but he was asked to leave after only a short time.
Wen Zhuo: "?" Is this right? Is this the attitude we should have towards major clients?
A sudden, intense heat erupted.
Wen Zhuo's phone rang.
Wen Zhuo paused his anger.
Wen Zhuo received a call from her brother.
A voice, suppressing anger, came from the phone:
"I told you to go have fun, not to find a mistress, Wen Zhuo."
Wen Zhuo left in a huff.
How come the listening and surveillance equipment wasn't turned off? I'm speechless.
She thought that Wen Zhaoye would take the opportunity to ask her to accompany him after this incident, but unexpectedly, after the phone call, he never asked about her private life again.
Wen Zhuo felt something was strange. Like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water, it finally realized that it had been swimming in hot water when the fire suddenly disappeared.
She didn't know why she came here; maybe she just wanted to learn about foreign culture and, incidentally, see some lonely older brother.
She wandered the streets, lingering among the crowd, appearing out of place.
She was wandering aimlessly when suddenly someone grabbed her hand.
"You, how could you? You're not?"
A male voice sounded from behind her, rapid and labored, as if air was leaking from his lungs.
Wen Zhuo turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression. The man was about the same height as her, with a tired face, deep lines around his eyes and forehead, and a very weary demeanor. He was wearing a worn-out indigo jacket and faded trousers. His hand, which was holding hers, was red from the cold and was still trembling.
Wen Zhuo took a step back and broke free from his hand: "Hello, do I know you?"
The man's face was pale, and he seemed to be trembling all over. He scanned Wen Zhuo's face up and down as if trying to confirm something. He said, "Wen... Wen Zhuo?"
Wen Zhuo frowned and nodded. The man suddenly took a step back, his face showing no joy at the reunion. His pupils were so terrified they almost shrank to a single point.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I didn't know... how did you get here? Why...?"
He seemed to be itchy all over, scratching his skin with both hands, kneeling down beside her legs, his unclean hands trying to grab her legs and beg for mercy.
Wen Zhuo quickly dodged, unable to find any trace of this person in her mind.
Sorry to her? Staying abroad? Did you flee abroad to hide when Wen Zhaoye came after you?
Wen Zhu guessed his identity but didn't take him seriously. After becoming a ghost, she never paid attention to most humans.
"I don't understand what you're saying. I have to go."
Malicious gazes followed her relentlessly. How could this be! How could she not be dead?!
She's clearly dead! Did her mentally unstable brother really bring her out? Is she even human anymore?
The man followed behind her, observing her behavior, and angrily and regretfully cursed her.
Why didn't she die? He clearly hit and killed her. He was targeted by Wen Zhaoye for seven years, a full seven years. During those seven years, he hated Wen Zhaoye's face whenever he recalled it. He hated that he didn't torture Wen Zhuo anymore. Wen Zhuo should have died even more tragically! Why is it that even though she's dead, someone still stands up for her? Wen Zhaoye bankrupted his whole family, and only he managed to escape abroad, but he can only hide and run away.
It's impossible to live a normal life!
Hatred clung to his eyes, like a dark vine that pierced Wen Zhuo's back.
Wen Zhuo wandered around aimlessly, and when she realized that he was still following her, she simply walked into a small alley.
The walls of the alley were covered with messy graffiti and all sorts of disgusting and offensive words, as well as some business cards and small advertisements.
As she went deeper, there were fewer and fewer homeless people lying on the street, and the sounds of vomiting and panting also decreased. Wen Zhuo, with a cold expression, walked into a deserted corner.
She turned around, her aloof demeanor a stark contrast to the alleyway. Most of her face was shrouded in darkness, revealing only her blood-red eyes and a flattened mouth.
She said slowly:
"You're the one who killed me."
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