Ye Qingqing had no time for erotic dreams. In the dead of night, she quietly sneaked into the study. Ye Zhiguo hadn't locked the door, so she could easily get in.
“0806…password,” Pipi said.
Ye Qingqing was stunned. 0806... Her mother's birthday is August 6th. Ye Zhiguo actually used his mother's birthday as a password. Does he still miss his mother?
Since you still have feelings for your mother, why don't you cherish Xiaotong, who was born at the cost of her mother's life?
Ye Qingqing frowned. Ye Zhiguo was like a contradiction; many of his actions were unpredictable, and she really didn't know what he was thinking.
Having no time to ponder Ye Zhiguo's complex thoughts, Ye Qingqing had Pipi keep watch while she carefully spun the wheel. After spinning the last six, she heard a very soft click and her heart skipped a beat.
Ye Qingqing, clutching the evidence, tried to open the safe, but suddenly a thought struck her—she remembered what Lu Mo had told her.
"When opening a safe, open it very, very slowly, and be careful of any hidden mechanisms."
She felt that Lu Mo was making a mountain out of a molehill. Ye Zhiguo didn't have any gold or silver jewelry, nor any important confidential documents, so why would he bother setting up a trap?
But at this moment, she involuntarily slowed down her hand speed, simply because it was Lu Mo who had instructed her to do so.
The safe door slowly...slowly opened a crack. Ye Qingqing's eyes widened, she couldn't help but swallow, her palms were sweaty, and her heart was pounding.
She felt a very slight resistance in her hand. If Ye Qingqing hadn't opened the door so slowly, she wouldn't have felt this tiny bit of resistance at all.
Ye Qingqing looked toward the source of the resistance, her heart leaped into her throat, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
A very thin strand of hair was tied to the latch between the safe and the door. If she had rashly opened the door just now, the hair would have been broken without her noticing.
But Ye Zhiguo will definitely find out.
Ye Qingqing swallowed hard, secretly relieved that she had narrowly escaped disaster.
But she also found it strange; who was Ye Zhiguo trying to guard against?
Is she still Shen Yanhong?
Or perhaps it's Ye Lan?
Ye Qingqing's heart was pounding. More and more mystery was surrounding Ye Zhiguo. It seemed like he didn't trust anyone in his family. She used to think that Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong were truly in love, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
Ye Zhiguo's thoughts run too deep, so deep that it's frightening!
Ye Qingqing shivered. The more she learned, the more confused and frightened she became.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Qingqing carefully untied her hair. Her hair was thin and long, with a yellowish tint and split ends, clearly a deep, vibrant red.
Shen Yanhong's hair was yellow, thin, and frizzy, making her features quite distinctive.
Ye Zhiguo must have carefully chosen split ends to prevent others from breaking them off and then using other hairs to cover it up. What a clever counter-surveillance tactic.
Ye Qingqing gritted her teeth, not daring to be negligent, and carefully placed Shen Yanhong's hair on the desk. If she lost it, where would she find split ends, especially from someone who was malnourished?
Her own hair was black, shiny, and thick, hundreds of times better than Shen Yanhong's.
Ye Qingqing checked the box again, making sure there were no hidden mechanisms, before opening the door and shining a flashlight inside.
There were several red booklets, a document, and a simple wooden box containing a women's watch that Ye Qingqing remembered Xu Yali had worn.
Ye Qingqing first took out the red books, which were her household registration book and marriage certificate. Both were household registration books, one was hers and the other was Ye Zhiguo's. Ye Lan and Shen Yanhong were all registered under Ye Zhiguo's name.
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