"Help me investigate Wang Bohan, and find a lawyer." He turned his head and glanced at the stairwell entrance, his languid expression vanishing, replaced by coldness and ruthlessness. "Also, check the surveillance footage from the place where she went on her blind date."
"I need to get evidence that Wang Bohan pushed her."
He won't let him off easily.
“Okay.” Mingjie readily agreed. “Leave this to me. I’ll make sure you get to the bottom of it.”
“But…” He opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Yang, have you been possessed?”
"Have you forgotten that Shen Zhiyi is your mortal enemy?"
"You two used to fight every time you met. Just now you were calling her 'wife' and 'baby,' I almost scratched my toes off."
"You're the one who's been possessed," Xie Huaiyang glanced at him indifferently. "Didn't you say my house was nearby?"
"Take me there to have a look."
Mingjie saw him turn his head again, looking out the car window in the direction where Shen Zhiyi had disappeared, his profile gentle.
A sudden shock ran through me.
Really?
Could it be because he told Yang Ge a few days ago that he thought he saw Shen Zhiyi on the street, which is why he rushed to Mucheng and even bought a house here?
Mingjie clicked his tongue, staring blankly ahead.
Oh my god.
Is he really going to fall for wife literature as his nemesis?
...
As Shen Zhiyi walked home and inserted her key into the lock, a woman's voice came from behind her: "Why are you only coming back now?"
Her fingertips paused.
Smelling the approaching scent of cheap perfume, she said gently, "Auntie."
She turned the key and opened the door.
Cen Fengqin snorted, walked past her, and went straight into the house. "Do you even respect me as your aunt?"
Without even taking off her shoes, she threw her bag on the sofa, plopped down, and glared coldly at Shen Zhiyi, who was still changing her shoes in the entryway. She snapped, "Tell me, is it true that the matchmaker said you scolded Wang Bohan today, and said some really nasty things?!"
Shen Zhiyi stopped moving and straightened up.
"He said it to me first."
"Can't you just put up with him?!" Cen Fengqin slapped the sofa and said, "He has a respectable job and an honest personality. If you hadn't provoked him, why would he have said that to you?"
"Besides, what could he possibly say about you?"
"They're just saying you're blind and that you're not well-off, but aren't those facts?!"
“He not only cursed at me, but he also pushed me,” Shen Zhiyi said calmly. “I was almost hit by a car.”
Cen Fengqin choked for a moment.
She glanced at Shen Zhiyi from head to toe, and after a few seconds, she retorted arrogantly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Young Wang's family is very well-mannered!"
"Even if they did fight, it certainly wasn't intentional. Look at you, you're perfectly fine."
"Can you please stop being so sensitive?"
"Perhaps they didn't mean any harm?!"
Seeing that Shen Zhiyi remained silent, Cen Fengqin said angrily, "Zhiyi, we should know our own situation."
"Tell me, I've been arranging your marriage for so long, and I've met so many people through blind dates, but which one of them actually worked out?"
"Don't you even consider whether it's your own problem!"
"You can't see, so you need to be more clear-headed!" she said, clapping her hands. "Do you still think you're the rich young lady you used to be?"
"You, with no education, no decent job, no dowry, and blindness, how are you any better than other girls?"
"If it weren't for your youth and beauty, who would even glance at you?"
"If you keep being so picky, who will want you when you get older? How will you live if you can't get married?"
"You can't rely on me and your uncle for the rest of your life, can you?"
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