But Leng Yixiu was an exception; right now, all he could think about was how to quickly deal with the trouble in front of him.
He took a few swift steps forward, grabbed the showerhead from above the bathtub, turned it on, and sprayed Shi Yi vigorously. This ti, Shi Yi, drunk as a skunk, didn’t react at all.
Seeing that most of the filth on Shi Yi’s body had been washed away, Leng Yixiu stepped forward, bent down, and carried her out of the bathtub, then threw her heavily onto the KING-SIZE bed in the master bedroom.
Seeing that Shi Yi was still dripping wet, the man returned to the bathroom to get a towel and roughly wiped her dry. Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Leng Yixiu walked to the door and saw Sister Yi standing there with a handbag.
"Sir, the clothes you asked to prepare."
The man nodded and said to Sister Yi, "You help her change into the clothes."
"Okay, sir." Sister Yi then walked into the master bedroom with the handbag.
Leng Yixiu had no desire to take advantage of a woman; he was about to leave the master bedroom to avoid the situation, but he suddenly rembered that he had left his phone on the bedside table. He turned and walked towards the bedside table.
Sister Yi was busy changing Shi Yi’s clothes and didn’t notice the man had returned to the bedside. As Leng Yixiu approached the bedside, he inadvertently saw a glimpse of Shi Yi’s chest.
Although he was not a good man, Leng Yixiu disdained taking advantage of others. Just as he was about to avert his gaze, the red birthmark on Shi Yi’s chest caught his attention.
Leng Yixiu stared fixedly at that striking red birthmark. The sa color, the sa size, the sa position. Everything in front of him overlapped bit by bit with his mory.
Sister Yi finally realized Leng Yixiu’s presence. Seeing him staring fixedly at Shi Yi’s chest, Sister Yi felt a bit embarrassed.
"Sir, you..." She hesitated, wanting to remind the man in front of her, but her words were interrupted by him.
"Sister Yi, please leave."
A look of shock flashed in Sister Yi’s eyes. She was puzzled and shocked; the sir had just asked her to help Miss Shi change clothes, so why the sudden change of mind? Could it be that the sir had taken a liking to this Miss Shi?
With a swirl of thoughts in her head, Sister Yi couldn’t figure out Leng Yixiu’s intentions, so she obediently left the master bedroom as instructed.
After Sister Yi left, the master bedroom beca eerily quiet, leaving only Leng Yixiu and Shi Yi. The man stared intently at the unconscious Shi Yi on the bed, his deep eyes roiling with turmoil, though he tried his best to suppress it, fearing that this was another dream about to shatter.
After an unknown amount of ti, he finally mustered up the courage, approached Shi Yi, and slowly stretched out his hand, lifting a corner of Shi Yi’s clothes. In his mory, Lin Yixun had a brown birthmark on her waist.
He was harboring a glimr of hope with little expectation for the result, since over the years, he had experienced too many disappointnts, and his strong hope had almost completely worn away.
However, to his astonishnt, there was also a birthmark on Shi Yi’s waist, identical to Lin Yixun’s.
His fingers trembled, and even his heart began to shake uncontrollably. If the red birthmark on Shi Yi’s chest was just a coincidence, how could the birthmark on her waist be explained? Could it also be a coincidence?
Leng Yixiu stared deeply at the beautiful face in front of him, a voice in his heart screaming that she was Lin Yixun. If she wasn’t, how could her voice be so similar to Lin Yixun’s? If she wasn’t Lin Yixun, why did she have two birthmarks in identical positions to Lin Yixun’s?
Leng Yixiu suddenly recalled that when he investigated Shi Yi, aside from so trivial details from the past four years, her history was almost blank.
Four years? Even the timing was just right!
Thinking this, the man couldn’t contain his excitent. Could it be her? Was Shi Yi really her? So many coincidences pieced together rekindled the hope in Leng Yixiu’s once-cold heart.
However, even so, he still couldn’t be certain because he feared that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt. He was terrified that all of this was just his wishful thinking, and in the end, it would all co to nothing.
Despite all these coincidences, there were still so unexplained things, such as Shi Yi’s appearance, her unscarred wrists from the suicide attempt, and her personality...
Leng Yixiu suppressed his excitent, cut a strand of Shi Yi’s hair, and imdiately called Assistant Chen.
"Do sothing for ," the man ordered in a low voice, then added, "Quickly."
...
When Shi Yi woke up, it was already noon the next day. She rubbed her aching head, taking a long ti to realize that she wasn’t in her apartnt.
The unfamiliar surroundings instantly sobered her up. "Drunk," "one-night stand," "drunken indiscretion"—a string of terrifying words flooded her mind, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
With a start, she threw off the air conditioner blanket. Seeing that she wasn’t wearing the clothes from last night, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, chilling her to the bone.
Shi Yi’s mind began to recall everything that had happened last night. Chu Yan had invited her to a bar, then Song Yi picked her up, leaving her alone in the bar where she drank a lot. Then she encountered a playboy, but after that... Shi Yi had no mory!
Thinking of that playboy, the blood drained from Shi Yi’s face. Could it be...
Shi Yi clenched her fingers tightly, grabbing the sheets in anger and sha. She got off the bed, and accidentally spotted a fruit knife on the coffee table in the nearby rest area, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
If she really had been taken advantage of by that bastard last night, she would never let him get away with it!
Just then, there was a noise at the door, and the master bedroom door opened. As the door opened, Shi Yi saw a man walking in from outside.
Without thinking, she took a few quick strides, and as the person entered, she moved beside him, wrapping her arm around his neck and holding him hostage.
"Don’t move!"
A familiar female voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Leng Yixiu glanced down at the fruit knife pressed to his neck, showing no fear in his eyes. Instead, he curled his lips and said in a low voice, "Awake? You seem quite spirited."
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