Ah Heng wiped the water off his face; his wet, short hair clung to his forehead, making him look somewhat comical.
She frowned, her features contorted in pain: "It's so similar, so incredibly similar! That face is practically identical, but he doesn't have a scar on his forehead..."
She rubbed her stomach, which was still throbbing from Zhou Yan's punch. "He was fucking ruthless, showing no mercy at all! If I hadn't dodged quickly, I'd probably be in the hospital by now."
Ning Yuan crossed her arms and looked at her disheveled appearance, a half-smile on her face: "So what? Besides the face, what else is similar?"
Ah Heng shook his head, then nodded, looking conflicted: "To say it's similar, that bastard uses all foreign fighting styles, like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, and Aikido. They're all foreign stuff, and there's not a trace of domestic military grappling and combat techniques."
"You could say it's not, but when they were slamming him down just now, for a fleeting moment it felt just like it..." She scratched her hair in frustration. "And that bastard smelled so slutty, he was covered in perfume, and Captain Brother hates perfume the most!"
Ning Yuan crossed her arms and sighed softly, "So, you're still not sure?"
Ah Heng scratched his head in frustration: "That's right! His eyes are completely different too. When he looks at me, it's all unfamiliarity and disgust."
Ning Yuan remained silent. It turned out that even Ah Heng, her cousin and comrade-in-arms, couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake.
"Go change your clothes," Ning Yuan finally spoke, a hint of a smile in her voice. "No matter what, you taught that guy a lesson for me, which was quite satisfying."
Ah Heng rubbed his stomach, grimacing as he complained, "That guy has a really foul mouth and he's ruthless too. He's definitely not my older brother! How could someone as upright and righteous as my older brother say such vulgar things!"
Forget about all this talk, it's a shame we didn't beat him to a pulp!
Ning Yuan curled her lips slightly—
Actually, your brother only seems aloof; he's quite a rogue at heart. He just usually says dirty jokes in private.
Unlike Zhou Yan, who exudes a roguish aura of a hypocrite from the inside out.
Seeing that Aheng was about to change her clothes, Ning Yuan stopped her: "Wait, don't try to probe Zhou Yan any further for now."
Ah Heng turned around, puzzled: "Why? Are you just going to let it go like this?"
Ning Yuan shook her head and looked towards the spot where Zhou Yan had disappeared in the corridor: "It's not that we should give up, but the situation is unclear right now, and we can't act rashly. I agree with my brother's point of view: we should remain calm and wait and see what Zhou Yan is up to."
Ah Heng pouted, somewhat unwilling: "But just waiting like this is too frustrating!"
Ning Yuan sighed helplessly; Aheng's temper hadn't changed at all, he was still so impulsive.
She patted her shoulder, her tone calm: "Because of Zhou Yan's appearance—he's either a friend or an enemy."
Ning Yuan's bright eyes narrowed slightly: "We cannot afford to lose our composure. We must be cautious in everything we do. If we can't find out openly, then we'll investigate secretly. If the other party has something to ask for, they will definitely come to us."
Whether Zhou Yan is human or ghost, there will eventually be an answer.
Ah Heng rubbed his still aching stomach in frustration: "But what if he has ill intentions? I'm afraid you'll get hurt!"
Ning Yuan chuckled lightly, with a hint of nonchalance: "Don't worry, your sister-in-law isn't someone to be trifled with. Even if he really is your brother, if he dares to bully me, I'll make him regret it!"
Ah Heng's expression froze for a moment as if he remembered something, but then he returned to normal. "I'm going to the office to see Wei Heng. I have something to tell him. Sister-in-law, you and Young Master should go back first. I'll feel at ease if you're with him."
Ning Yuan nodded, knowing that there were some things she shouldn't meddle in: "Don't worry, go ahead and be careful."
Ah Heng hasn't returned to the mainland yet, he must have a mission to complete, and protecting himself is just one of those missions.
Watching Ah Heng follow the waiter to change his clothes, Ning Yuan prepared to return to her private room. Just as she reached the corner of the corridor, she caught a glimpse of Zhou Yan, now dressed in clean clothes, leaning against the wall and smoking.
In the dim light, he leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, puffing out smoke. In the swirling smoke, his handsome, cold face appeared even more sinister and alluring.
Ning Yuan pretended not to see it and walked past without looking to the side.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan stretched out his long legs and blocked her way.
"Seventh Miss," Zhou Yan flicked his cigarette ash, his tone laced with sarcasm, "You think hiring bodyguards to beat me up is your way of getting revenge?"
Ning Yuan stopped and gave him a cool glance: "Superintendent Zhou, you're overthinking it. Ah Heng just couldn't stand your rudeness and taught you a lesson on my behalf. What, Superintendent Zhou, don't you even have that much magnanimity?"
Zhou Yan chuckled lightly: "Sister-in-law, why be so formal? My brother and I are so alike, and we both want to protect you. You should be more friendly to me and not so hostile."
He leaned closer to Ning Yuan, a half-smile on his face, and said, "My brother will be very sad if you treat me like this!"
Despite his seemingly dissolute demeanor, his icy gaze was so intense that even a dog could sense his volatile temper.
Ning Yuan subtly took a step back, widening the distance between them: "What's it to me? If you miss your brother so much, why don't you go look for him in the sea?"
She looked at Zhou Yan coldly, her tone sarcastic: "Also, whether you 'want to protect me' or not, I don't know, and I don't know whether I need your 'protection'. I only know that as an antique dealer, my attitude towards cheap fakes and expensive genuine articles will never be the same."
After saying that, she walked past Zhou Yan and left without looking back.
Zhou Yan watched her departing figure, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly calmed down: "We will meet again, sister-in-law."
Ning Yuan dismissed it as nonsense.
She returned to the private room, and Ning Bingyu stopped talking to someone and glanced at her.
Ning Yuan didn't explain anything, only saying calmly, "What are you talking about, brother? Do you mind if I listen?"
...
After leaving Regent, Ah Heng did not go straight back to the hotel, but went to Wei Heng's place.
Wei Heng's apartment wasn't large, but it was kept clean and tidy, just like him—meticulous in every detail.
As soon as Aheng entered the door, he collapsed onto the sofa and poured out everything that had happened in the past few days, making Wei Heng frown deeply as he listened.
"So, you suspect that Zhou Yan is related to your brother, but you can't be sure?" Wei Heng put down the book in his hand, his tone serious.
“That’s right! It’s too weird! Twins? I didn’t know, my sister-in-law didn’t know, even Madam Ning didn’t know, it’s very strange…” Aheng scratched his hair in frustration, his tone anxious.
"The key issue is that his entire personality makes people feel uncomfortable!"
Wei Heng pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you have Zhou Yan's identity documents? I'd like to see them."
Aheng immediately took out a stack of documents and photos from his bag and handed them to Weiheng.
Wei Heng carefully flipped through the photos; Zhou Yan in the photos was sometimes indifferent, sometimes frivolous, and sometimes irritable.
He had the air of a capable playboy, with strikingly similar features to Rong Zhaonan, making him difficult to fathom.
After discussing for a long time, Wei Heng said with a solemn expression, "This matter is of utmost importance. I will report it to my superiors. Let's wait for news. During this time, you must protect Ning Yuan and not let her act alone."
"I know." Ah Heng nodded, and suddenly her stomach rumbled.
Wei Heng glanced at her: "Haven't you eaten?"
Ah Heng rubbed his stomach: "I was so focused on watching Zhou Yan and the fight that I didn't eat much for dinner. Do you have any leftovers or instant noodles? I'll eat a few bites."
Wei Heng withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent: "No. You can leave."
"No way, we're friends after all..." Before Aheng could finish speaking, Wei Heng interrupted him.
“We are not friends,” Wei Heng said coldly. “I don’t have any friends with bad character.”
Aheng was stunned, then laughed angrily: "Wei Heng! What do you mean! What's wrong with my character?!"
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