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Chapter 715: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Wen Jingheng raised his eyes, his vision slightly blurred by the drug, but still accurately locked onto the person in front of him.

Just one glance.

He just wanted to laugh.

Ever since the butterfly and Qingtang Society became enemies, he had used the human skin mask to fish for butterflies many times, so he was very familiar with this thing.

Not to mention that the person in front of him was wearing a human skin mask that is common in the market.

Wen Jingheng grabbed her wrist tightly: "You..."

But the next second, a slightly cold hand suddenly covered his lips.

"Shhh."

"There's someone outside the door."

Song Yuesheng's low voice was close to his ear, and his breath swept across his ear.

Wen Jingheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

This distance was enough for him to see the shadows cast by her eyelashes and the almost invisible seam at the edge of the mask.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and a cold voice was faintly heard: "The blood trail stops here, search."

Wen Jingheng felt the hand covering his lips tighten.

He lowered his eyes and saw Song Yuesheng taking out a dagger from his waist.

Wen Jingheng looked at Song Yuesheng's vigilant expression. Perhaps because of the human skin mask, he suddenly felt that she was a little strange.

She used to...

He wouldn't be like this, nor would he appear in a place like a club, and he wouldn't hide his weapon on his waist without batting an eyelid.

Where have these four years gone?

Why can't even he be found?

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yuesheng finally let go.

Tell the truth.

If she hadn't seen what Wen Jingheng was wearing today, she wouldn't have saved a masked man for no reason.

Song Yuesheng looked at him for a moment and said, "Handsome boy, those people who were looking for you have left, but you seem to be... drugged."

"I'll be there in a minute. I'll find someone to rescue you. But how are you going to repay me for this favor?"

The more Wen Jingheng listened, the deeper his frown deepened.

Where did she learn this?

The words are frivolous.

If you meet someone in the club, take him to the room.

If it weren't for him...

Wen Jingheng suddenly grabbed Song Yuesheng's arm, resisting the feeling of fainting, and was about to say that no matter how angry she was, he would take her back to the Wen family, but then he heard her say.

"Have it!"

"You're bleeding and drugged, so I won't cause myself any more trouble."

She suddenly leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against his pale lips, "I'll ask for this favor myself."

In an instant, a soft touch fell on my lips.

The sweetness of orange candy runs through your spine like an electric current.

Wen Jingheng's pupils suddenly shrank, his brain instantly shut down, all his thoughts collapsed, and he even forgot to breathe.

"It's settled."

When Song Yuesheng stepped back, her hair brushed across Wen Jingheng's hot ears, but she saw him slowly fall down in front of her.

have to.

The effect of the drug took effect.

She dragged him to the bed, tied a towel around his wound, then used her mobile phone to log into the Qingtang Club's dark web trading site, clicked on something at random, and sent Wen Jingheng's condition and location to the customer service.

After doing all this, Song Yuesheng went to the first floor.

He didn't leave until he saw someone taking Wen Jingheng away.

……

The client is more principled than Song Yuesheng thought.

When she sent the evidence and tactfully put forward her speculation that Mr. Chen might have other hidden motives for approaching Lin Wanwan, the client still chose to divorce.

But because the commission was completed, Sang Wan learned from the S2 website that she had returned to Ning City.

So the next day, Song Yuesheng went to Sang Wan's illustration studio.

The studio is located in Wutong Lane in the old city of Ning. The sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the walls of illustrations a layer of warm colors.

Sang Wan is more mature than she was four years ago. Her long hair is tied loosely behind her head. There is wet watercolor on her wrist, and she is mixing the colors with her head down.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Sang Wan looked up.

"You actually came back!" Sang Wan put down her paintbrush, hugged Song Yuesheng, and said in a trembling voice, "It's been four years, and there's not even a message..."

Song Yuesheng smiled and patted her on the back.

Sang Wan told her about her work, from the initial embarrassment of not being able to receive manuscripts to the current busyness with publishing houses vying for invitations.

Song Yuesheng listened and made a few jokes from time to time.

The atmosphere was so relaxed that it felt like we were back in college.

Song Yuesheng looked around and found that there were many more of the surroundings that Sang Wan had drawn for his entrepreneurial work at that time.

“Still selling it?”

Sang Wan followed Song Yuesheng's line of sight, then picked up the keychain on the table, quite proudly: "Of course, this is the first pot of gold that made me rich. Miss Yingzi is very popular among the girls now."

"It's a pity that you're not here. I can't tell the fans at every book signing event that it's based on a real person."

At this point, Sang Wan looked at Song Yuesheng: "Are you going back to Ning City again this time? Xiaoyue, you should have settled abroad."

Song Yuesheng shook his head.

"I'm still alone. But this time I come back, I don't plan to leave. After all, I've lived in Ning City for many years."

Sang Wan placed the brewed tea in front of her and said with a smile: "Since you have decided not to leave, you must accompany me to the next book signing event. You promised me that back then, if it weren't for Pei..."

She paused.

Song Yuesheng chuckled: "Why don't you say anything? Pei Zhaoye is the one who is pestering me not to go. Almost all the students at Ning University know about our little thing, so there's no need to hide it."

"Then let me ask a question." Sang Wan suddenly lowered her voice, "When you broke up with Pei Zhaoye... and suddenly left Ning City, was it related to his family?"

Song Yuesheng still had a smile on his lips, but he didn't answer: "It's the past, why bring it up? A qualified ex should disappear from sight forever."

Sang Wan stared at her for a few seconds and finally sighed.

"I just want to remind you... Pei Zhaoye is no longer the same as he was back then. Xiaoyue, now that you're back, it's best to stay away from him."

"Oh?" Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

Sang Wan lowered her voice and said, "In the past few years, anyone who has gone against him has never had a good ending."

"Take the Wen family for example. Somehow, Pei suddenly intervened in the new energy industry, and the Wen family was suppressed by him. If Wen Jingheng hadn't taken over the Wen family company two years ago, it would have been acquired long ago."

Song Yuesheng's eyes moved slightly.

The targeting between the male protagonists...

A lot seems to have happened in these four years.

"Besides……"

Sang Wan paused and continued, "I was invited to a banquet last March, and Pei Zhaoye was there. A little celebrity was so reckless that he stuck to him. Guess what happened?"

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the teacup.

"He crushed the glass on the spot, the glass shards pierced the woman's palm, and blood splattered all over the floor. He said..."

"What I hate most in my life is those vulgar women who approach him with ulterior motives and who are willing to give up everything for money."

Song Yuesheng paused.

Sang Wan looked at her worriedly: "Xiao Yue, if this isn't referring to you by name, who else could it be?"

Outside the window, the leaves of the sycamore tree rustled in the wind.

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed.

Sang Wan was worried: "Why are you still laughing?"

"Because if he hates me so much, he will definitely not show up in the places I usually go. Isn't this something to be happy about?"

Sang Wan: "...That's right. But there are always exceptions. When you accept commissions in the future, you must be careful to identify them."

Song Yuesheng: "Don't worry. Even if we meet, it's no big deal."

The sunlight fell on the side of her face, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes concealed the coldness that flashed across her eyes.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a black Maybach drove slowly by, and half of a sharp-outlined profile was reflected in the rear window.

"Oh, by the way," she suddenly tilted her head, "the little star whose hand was stabbed by the glass..."

"My name is Lin Wanwan." Sang Wan curled her lips, "It's a blessing in disguise. The resources are ridiculously good. I'm going to work with Brother Chi on an idol drama soon."

"Oh. They must have been trying to hype up a couple with the male actor since the start of filming. I hope Brother Chi doesn't fall for it!"

Song Yuesheng paused.