Jiang Hui
Really not?
Wen Xubai's eyes were deep, but he only managed a smile. "I know."
“I was very worried when you suddenly fainted yesterday.” Wen Xushi suddenly moved closer to him. “Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?”
"No need, I can go by myself." Wen Xubai silently stepped back a few paces and casually picked up a coat from the side and put it on.
"Who bought you this dress? I've never seen it before?" Wen Xushi followed.
He ran his long, slender fingers over the clothes. "They look a bit cheap."
Wen Xubai frowned, subtly pulled out the corner of his clothes, straightened his collar, and said indifferently, "I bought it on a whim."
"Really?" Wen Xushi raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll buy you a better one another day. This one... just throw it away."
Wen Xubai paused, looking at the man with his arms crossed beside him with some displeasure, and said coldly, "My affairs are none of your business."
After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.
He didn't want to see the reactions of the people behind him, nor did he want to stay in the Wen family for another second. Every inch of air here made him feel suffocated.
Once they got in the car, they drove straight to a deserted place, and Wen Xubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With his chaotic thoughts finally clearing up a bit, Wen Xubai hurriedly took out his phone, wanting to call Qi Zui as soon as possible.
He must be extremely anxious.
The image that appeared after swiping across the lock screen made him suddenly stop.
That was a news feed he hadn't had time to turn off.
The news of Wen Xuyi's drunken assault has spread online. Even though the original report was deleted shortly after it was published, it still caused a huge uproar online.
Screenshots of the original report went viral on social media, widely arousing resentment towards the wealthy among netizens. Because no specific names were mentioned, all of the Wen family's social media accounts, including Wen Xubai's, were attacked.
Even under the account of Wen Xuyao, who passed away many years ago, there were many abusive comments saying that she must have been just like them and deserved to die.
That's absolutely insane...
However, having anticipated this, Wen Xubai wasn't too surprised. He was used to being criticized, and it didn't sting him. What truly attracted him was the name of the newspaper—the Hsing Yun Daily.
The reporter's name is Jiang Hui.
Wen Xubai frowned.
How could that be?
How dare this person distribute things right under the Wen family's nose? Does he have a death wish?
After a moment's thought, Wen Xubai drove directly to the headquarters of the Hsing Yun Daily.
"Jiang Hui?" The receptionist looked at the handsome man in front of her, feeling a little embarrassed. She quickly lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Oh, you mean the one in the news department?"
Wen Xubai thought for a moment and nodded.
"Oh, he's already resigned."
"Resigned?" Wen Xubai was a little surprised. "Do you know where he is now?"
"I don't know..." The receptionist shook her head, her expression seemingly a little displeased as she thought of something. "But this guy is really strange. Everyone in Jiangcheng knows how hard it is to get into our news agency, and yet he left after less than a month. What does he think this place is..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xubai was taken aback.
"You're leaving so soon after you arrive?" he asked, puzzled.
“Yes,” the receptionist nodded. “It’s like they just published a report and left… But we recruit top university graduates, who would be that bored?”
"Oh right, what do you want with him?"
Seeing the receptionist's puzzled look, Wen Xubai shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar, and a gray figure suddenly rushed to his side!
A crisp "Check-in successful—" notification sounded, and the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away his sweat and saying, "Phew, I finally made it!"
"Hey? Brother Feng!"
"Good morning, Xiao Qu!" The man tossed his hair and gave her a flirtatious wink.
Wen Xubai took a step to the side without making a sound, while the receptionist blushed instantly. After a long while, remembering that Wen Xubai was still there, she said:
"Brother Feng, Jiang Hui is from your news department, right? This gentleman is looking for him, do you have his contact information?"
"Jiang Hui?" The man was taken aback, then suddenly looked at him: "Are you called Chen Che?"
Wen Xubai was startled and looked at the newcomer, a handsome young man.
"Ha, so it's you." The man made a direct judgment based on his expression, pulled an envelope from his briefcase, and stuffed it into his arms. "Here, Jiang Hui asked me to give this to you before he left."
"Oh no, I'm going to be late! See you later, Xiao Qu!"
With that, the man rushed into the building, not forgetting to wink at "Xiao Qu" before leaving.
Wen Xubai: "·······"
Back in the car, Wen Xubai pondered for a moment before opening the white envelope.
If this Jiang Hui knows him, then things are definitely not that simple.
With a "clang," a small red thing fell onto Wen Xubai's leg.
Upon closer inspection, Wen Xubai felt a chill run down his spine!
It's that toy car that went missing from Linxi's house!
Wen Xubai's fingers trembled as he picked up the item. He carefully examined the scratches on the toy car and confirmed that it was indeed the one from Lin Xi's house.
There was nothing else in the envelope.
Wen Xubai looked at the toy car again and again, his eyes gradually darkening.
This person knew him, knew Lin Xi, and most likely knew about what happened back then. Leaving this toy car indicates he must have been to Lin Xi's house, and might even be involved in Lin Xi's death...
It's also possible... he is the murderer.
Wen Xubai's heart sank. He immediately found a screwdriver in the car and opened the base of the toy car.
A white corner suddenly appeared in the gap of the toy car, and Wen Xubai pulled it out.
It was a note with a very brief message: xx Road, xx Building, xx Unit, 902.
Without a moment's hesitation, Wen Xubai started the engine again!
Rushing to his destination, he found himself in a nearly abandoned residential building. Although it was still in good condition, it was almost uninhabited. Wen Xubai ran upstairs and frantically knocked on the door!
"Bang bang bang—"
"Jiang Hui, open the door! Jiang Hui, I know you're in there, open the door!!!"
With no response, Wen Xubai took a few steps back and kicked out forcefully!
The old lock cracked open, and the iron gate slammed against the wall with a loud bang!
Apart from a bed and some miscellaneous items, the room was almost empty, with nothing visible at all.
With just one glance, Wen Xubai spotted the man sitting on the railing.
She was clearly very young, with a thin build and sunken cheeks. Her eyes were dark and bluish, as if she had been suffering from a lot of torment. She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, and her hair had grown so long that it covered her eyes, as if it hadn't been styled in a long time.
His frail figure trembled in the wind, like withered branches and fallen leaves, as if he might fall at any moment.
Wen Xubai's heart tightened, but he dared not make any rash moves. He could only slowly move his feet, step by step, closer to the man.
"Jiang Hui?" he asked, seeking confirmation.
The man smiled at him and parted his thin lips slightly, "You've come, Chen Che."
"Are you Zhang Xiu's son?" Wen Xubai stopped just inches away from him.
"Very smart." Jiang Hui clapped his hands. "No wonder Wen Tingyi chose you."
Wen Xubai frowned. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Hui laughed, and instead of answering, asked, "Chen Che, we're quite alike, aren't we?"
The man brushed aside the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing a fair and handsome forehead that was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
They really do look very similar.
Pale skin, indifferent eyes and brows, and... a soul equally tormented.
It was only then that Wen Xubai realized that there was a third victim in that accident—Jiang Hui.
If he hadn't displayed his intelligence, then Jiang Hui would have been chosen by Wen Tingyi as the "knife".
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you." Jiang Hui smiled brightly. "If it weren't for you, my parents and I wouldn't have been able to escape the Wen family's control."
Seeing Wen Xubai's fist gradually clench, Jiang Hui suddenly threw something into his arms, "Here, a thank-you gift."
It was an old newspaper.
When Wen Xubai unfolded it, he saw that it was the very same one that Lin Xi's family had lost.
"Did you kill Lin Xi?" he frowned.
“No, it wasn’t me.” Jiang Hui shook his head, his bangs fluttering in the wind. “It was him.”
He raised his head and pointed to the newspaper in his hand.
The headline prominently featured news about Wen Tingyi's sponsorship of children with serious illnesses a few years ago, including those with heart disease.
“However… I killed Zhang Chengzhi,” the man said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xubai paused in his actions.
He had long suspected that if the "fake accounts" were indeed a tool Wen Tingyi wanted to use to control him and Wen Xushi, then now was not the time.
How could an old fox like Wen Tingyi easily reveal a flaw? Someone must have suddenly appeared and interrupted his plan.
He just didn't expect that this person would be Jiang Hui.
"Why did you do this?" Wen Xubai subconsciously took a step forward.
In the wind, Jiang Hui slowly raised his head, revealing his handsome jawline. His shirt swayed and fluttered in the wind, so fragile that it seemed a mere gust of wind could blow him away...
He smiled wryly and said, "Chen Che, I'm trying to help you."
A leaf blew from behind Jiang Hui, brushing past his hair and then across Wen Xubai's face. The two men, standing in the wind, gazed at each other from afar.
It's obvious that Wen Tingyi wouldn't easily let go of someone he'd set his sights on, especially someone who had leverage over him. Even though he'd devoted most of his energy to Wen Xubai over the years, he certainly wouldn't let the Jiang Hui family escape his control.
"Wen Tingyi killed Ruan Qing. For so many years, I've been searching for evidence, wanting to send Wen Tingyi to prison in one fell swoop and free my family from the days of being controlled and threatened by him. But... I was ultimately too late..."
The wind at the end of autumn is cold and biting, but it's not as cold as the heart falling into a freezing abyss.
In the howling wind, the man's laughter was pathetic.
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