As the car door closed, the business car revved up again and quickly rged into the traffic, disappearing from sight.
Han Jingnian stared in the direction where the car disappeared for a while before retracting his gaze. He strode back to his car and bent over to get inside.
After Zhang Te closed the car door, he greeted Xia Chen’an and Qin Shujian before quickly climbing into the vehicle, "Mr. Han, are we going back to the office?"
The back seat was quiet.
Zhang Te fastened his seatbelt and hit the road before calling out again, "Mr. Han..."
This ti, after uttering only those two words, he saw Han Jingnian through the rearview mirror.
The man had his brows furrowed tightly, staring out the window as if he were puzzling over sothing.
Zhang Te consciously held back his question about whether they were returning to the company. Just as he was about to ask Han Jingnian what was wrong, Han Jingnian suddenly murmured, "Sothing’s not right..."
"What’s not right?" Zhang Te instinctively voiced his confusion.
"Her reaction."
"Whose reaction?" Zhang Te instinctively asked again, but as his words trailed off, he suddenly realized that the ’she’ Han Jingnian was referring to, must be the girl who had just rescued Miss Qin...
Upon realizing this, Zhang Te had an epiphany.
So, the reason Mr. Han had just turned back and told the reporter all those things... was not for the reporter, but for that girl to hear? In other words... had Mr. Han been testing that girl?
But in reality, the girl’s deanor remained very composed, as though she were a bystander... She didn’t bother to wait for Mr. Han’s performance to wrap up before she got into her car and left, uninterested.
Upon these reflections, Zhang Te couldn’t help but voice his conclusion: "Mr. Han, she can’t be your wife. If she were, wouldn’t there be at least so telling signs on her face after you said what you said..."
Han Jingnian didn’t respond.
Zhang Te fixated his gaze on the road in front of him and drove in silence for a while before managing to speak again, "Mr. Han, I know you don’t want to face the fact of your wife’s death, but... after such a huge explosion in the open sea, it’s impossible for anyone to have escaped..."
Han Jingnian pursed his lips, yet still remained silent. But sinking pain and dimness flicked through his eyes.
Yes, no one could have survived such an explosion... That’s what everyone had told him, and everyone had accepted that she was no longer of this world... except for him... He refused to accept this answer.
Or perhaps he dared not accept this answer because he was scared... fearful that once he conceded to himself that she was no longer alive, he wouldn’t even have the strength to carry on with his half-alive existence as he was doing now.
The interior of the car was very quiet. After driving for quite a while and upon entering the Han family business’s underground parking lot, the previously quiet Han Jingnian finally spoke, "Zhang Cheng, look into her..."
Zhang Te was taken aback and was about to ask who to look into when he realized who Han Jingnian was referring to before he could even voice the question, "Mr. Han, where do we start? We don’t even know her most basic na..."
"Xia Wanwan." Before Zhang Te could finish his sentence, Han Jingnian spoke.
Zhang Te was taken aback.
The next second, Han Jingnian’s voice ca from the back seat again: "Her na is Xia Wanwan, mixed Chinese and English blood, and her passport number is..."
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