Yun Shifei seized the mont while he was lost in thought and quickly broke free from his grip.
She took two steps back: "You, the esteed eldest son of the Qin Family, chased by so many won—who would have thought you’d fancy soone like , who’s already in a relationship? Aren’t you afraid that saying this out loud would make your friends laugh their heads off?"
Hearing her mocking tone, Qin Yumo’s chest heaved with anger.
After a long mont, he ca back to himself and suddenly chuckled: "Are you trying to provoke ?"
Yun Shifei: "..."
He actually found her out!
Qin Yumo took another step forward, reached out, and pinched Yun Shifei’s soft, tender cheek: "The won I set my sights on... I’ve never let one slip away. Your boyfriend might be impressive, but no matter how capable he is, he’s just a dog under my Fourth Uncle’s hand. Right now, my uncle values him, but once he’s no longer of use, won’t he be kicked to the curb?"
"What did you say?" A dog? The words were so unpleasant.
"Why would I lie to you? My Fourth Uncle is an old fox—you’d best tell your boyfriend to be careful. Once his collaboration with my uncle ends, he’s better off leaving Beijing far behind. Otherwise, dismantling his arm will be the least of it," the man shot a cruel remark before turning and walking away.
Qin Yumo’s words left Yun Shifei in a daze all day.
She was sowhat worried about Cheng Lie.
In her past life, she’d known that Cheng Lie rose to prominence later, but she wasn’t clear on how much help the Qin Family had provided him.
She also didn’t know what kind of work Cheng Lie was doing under the Qin Family now.
Could it really be like Qin Yumo said—that those people were rely using Cheng Lie?
If that’s the case, would Cheng Lie end up getting hurt?
Yun Shifei didn’t dare to ask Cheng Lie directly. Then she thought of Zhao Pan—maybe she could ask Zhao Pan about Cheng Lie.
Coincidentally, Cheng Lie had given her Zhao Pan’s contact information earlier that day, saying she could reach out if she ever had an urgent matter.
So, on a gloomy afternoon, Yun Shifei invited Zhao Pan to et at her school.
Zhao Pan drove over.
"Miss Yun, is there sothing you need help with?"
Yun Shifei shook her head: "I just wanted to ask you about Cheng Lie."
"This..." Zhao Pan looked a bit troubled, "Why not ask Mr. Cheng yourself?"
"Well, it wouldn’t be convenient."
She mostly wanted to confirm whether Qin Yumo’s words were true.
If it had been about anyone else, Yun Shifei would think the claim surely couldn’t be true.
But this was about Cheng Lie, so even if it might be false, she felt she had to get to the bottom of it. She was afraid Cheng Lie might get hurt.
"What does Miss Yun want to ask?" Zhao Pan’s mind was already racing, calculating what could be shared and what absolutely couldn’t.
Mr. Cheng hadn’t specifically instructed him to keep anything secret, and considering how close he was to Miss Yun, there shouldn’t be any reason to deliberately hide things from her.
"I just want to know what Cheng Lie is doing for work right now. Is that sothing you can tell ?"
Seeing the earnest expression on the young woman’s face as she stared at him, Zhao Pan felt he couldn’t lie: "He helps our Fourth Master design products in the field of advanced technology."
After saying that, Zhao Pan revealed an "I’m sure you understand" look. This was as far as he could go—the specifics involved proprietary company secrets that outsiders weren’t privy to.
Yun Shifei let out an "Oh."
And then asked, "Can I ask why it’s him?"
"This... I’m not too sure either. I’ve only been with the company for a few years. But from the mont I arrived, the Fourth Master had already been prioritizing Mr. Cheng. Back then, Mr. Cheng was still in high school in South City—our master instructed to connect with Mr. Cheng and assist in any tasks he assigned."
Yun Shifei was astonished upon hearing this: "You’ve been in contact with Cheng Lie since that early on?"
Zhao Pan nodded.
"Back then, was he capable of communicating with you normally?"
Zhao Pan nodded again.
At that mont, Yun Shifei couldn’t describe the shock in her heart.
Her lips trembled as if she’d uncovered an earth-shattering secret.
If Cheng Lie had already been able to communicate with Zhao Pan and his team normally back then, did that an...
To confirm her suspicion, Yun Shifei asked, "How did he communicate with you at the ti?"
"Using a phone."
"What kind of tasks did he primarily assign you?"
Hearing Yun Shifei’s question, Zhao Pan instinctively shook his head: "Miss Yun, I can’t share that information."
Only then did he realize Yun Shifei’s face was pale, devoid of any color.
Startled, he asked: "Miss Yun, are you alright?"
Yun Shifei remained eerily silent, her presence reminiscent of a spirit drained of its soul. After a long while, she steadied herself.
"It’s fine. Cheng Lie doesn’t know you ca to et today, does he?"
"Mr. Cheng doesn’t know."
"Good, then don’t tell him."
Zhao Pan was about to ask why when Yun Shifei remarked, "He’s been hiding so much from this whole ti..."
Zhao Pan: "!!!"
I’m dood. Did I unwittingly sell out Mr. Cheng? What do I do? Knowing Mr. Cheng’s cold, vindictive nature, he’d sooner kill !
Zhao Pan wanted to tell Yun Shifei that everything he’d just said was made-up and not to take it seriously.
But before he could get the words out, Yun Shifei had already walked away.
Zhao Pan covered his face, consud by regret and despair.
How was he supposed to know Yun Shifei hadn’t been privy to these details?
Weren’t they close? Mr. Cheng’s acting—could it really be *that* good?
Yun Shifei returned to school but didn’t feel like going back to her dorm. Instead, she wandered to the lakeside and sat down.
The lake, which had looked so beautiful in the sumr, was now completely frozen.
The area was cold, and only a few couples were scattered around, eting here.
The icy wind blew against Yun Shifei, reddening her cheeks with pain and almost freezing her tears.
Yet, only in the biting wind could she clear her mind just a little.
She couldn’t stop her fingers from digging into her palm. The sharp pain couldn’t rival the ache in her heart.
At that mont, she felt as though she’d been thrust back into her past life, where Mu Chengzhu pushed her from a building.
She had given so much, poured her heart out, only to uncover that the other person had been deceiving her all along.
The feeling, to be honest, was unbearable—the heart felt as if it were bound up in dense, choking vines, suffocating, oppressive.
She couldn’t understand why Cheng Lie had kept her in the dark for so long.
Was it really worth hiding things for all this ti?
She thought back to the monts they’d shared.
When she’d just co back after being reborn, in that house where she’d helped him escape.
In the classroom where Song Yang bullied him and she’d stepped forward to protect him.
Going out to play together. Eating als together.
...
The ti he used the restroom to rescue her.
In the typhoon, when he feared she’d be afraid and rushed to find her.
On the Ferris wheel, where he kissed her.
Back then, he’d looked at her with such seriousness and innocence, saying that this was how people express affection.
When they were so close, she had always considered him an innocent, naive boy.
Later, when he’d gone to Beijing, she had suspected that perhaps he’d already recovered from his illness.
But when they reunited afterwards, he never admitted it.
He lied to her!
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