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Chapter 730: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Wen Jingheng did not answer, but asked: "Have you found out her whereabouts in the past four years?"

".....No."

The window clearly reflected Luo Ying's flickering eyes.

"Luo Ying." Wen Jingheng suddenly turned around, his voice frighteningly calm, "I didn't expect that even you would lie to me."

"Didn't Miss Song also hide the fact that she was an executor of the Shadow System?" Luo Ying suddenly became excited, "And her abilities, if she hadn't been specially trained, how could she have..."

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too gentle, or perhaps it had been accumulated for too long, she looked directly into Wen Jingheng's eyes and spoke word by word.

"Miss Song is your sister, you shouldn't and can't..."

Before she could finish her words, a cold hand had already grabbed her throat.

The next second, she was thrown to the ground.

"Luo Ying, I won't send anyone to find out how you know the relationship between her and Shadow System, but you need to rest for a while."

Wen Jingheng said this and left the office without looking back.

Luo Ying collapsed on the ground, and suddenly burst into laughter, and as she laughed, tears began to flow.

She once thought that as long as she could stay with him, it would be enough.

Even if he gets married and has children, at least she is still the person he trusts the most in Qingtang Club.

But the person he fell in love with... was someone she could never reach.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Ying tremblingly dialed the number in the latest call record: "I agree to your terms."

She wiped away her tears and her voice returned to its usual calmness.

"But don't forget your promise not to take her life."

……

The sound of Song Yuesheng's high heels was particularly clear in the empty alley.

She had already noticed something unusual.

The sound of footsteps behind her in twos and threes had followed her for two blocks since she started shopping at the night market near Wen's Group, always keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

When turning into a dim alley, Song Yuesheng deliberately slowed down his pace.

The moonlight was cut into narrow bands of light by the high walls on both sides, shining on the corners of her slightly raised lips.

"Aren't you tired after following us all the way?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly spoke, his voice was particularly cold in the silent alley.

The sound of metal being unsheathed responded to her.

Five or six men in black emerged from the shadows, the daggers in their hands glowing coldly in the moonlight.

Song Yuesheng sighed softly.

It doesn't take any effort to guess who wants to kill her.

The slender fingers touched the calf, and a dagger with a cold glow was already in hand.

When the first killer pounced, Song Yuesheng dodged to the side and the dagger drew a silver arc.

"laugh--"

The sound of the knife entering flesh was accompanied by spurting blood.

As the man fell down, holding his throat, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Let's go together, don't waste time." She shook off the blood beads on the dagger.

The remaining people looked at each other and then attacked at the same time.

Song Yuesheng's figure shuttled through the sword light like a ghost, and every move he made was precise and ruthless.

When the dagger pierced the second killer's shoulder blade, she took advantage of the momentum to jump into the air, and kicked the third man hard in the temple with her long legs.

"boom!"

The man slammed against the wall.

Song Yuesheng rolled over when he landed, dodging the first knife by leaning sideways, but deliberately let the second knife cut across his right arm.

Just when the other party thought he had succeeded, her dagger was already at his throat.

Then he threw the dagger with his backhand.

As a result, someone took the opportunity to attack her, and the blade scratched her left arm, and blood immediately soaked her sleeve.

Song Yuesheng didn't even frown, he snatched the other person's knife and chopped at his feet.

The severe pain made the man fall to his knees and was knocked unconscious by her knife.

Seeing this, the remaining few people wanted to escape, but they saw Song Yuesheng suddenly speed up, raised his knife and slashed, and the last few people fell to the ground.

The alley returned to silence.

The two people next to the alley looked at each other, quickly edited what they saw, and sent it out in a few words.

Song Yuesheng leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, the wounds on his arms and left leg were burning with pain.

She dialed a number with her bloody fingers.

"Pei Zhaoye, it's me."

Her voice was weak but still clear, "Are you free now?"

In the office of the president of Pei Group, Pei Zhaoye's pen fell on the document with a "pop", and the ink spread out.

He clenched his phone almost reflexively, his knuckles turning white.

"Did you ask Wen Jingheng to look up my cell phone number?" His voice was filled with suppressed anger, but it couldn't hide the slight tremor.

"I don't have time to talk to you about anything else now..." Song Yuesheng paused for a few seconds, enduring the pain, and then slowly said, "If you don't have time, I'm hanging up."

"I have time, what's up?"

The words came out of his mouth so suddenly that even he was stunned.

The urgency in his tone was exposed, and Pei Zhaoye closed his eyes in annoyance.

I guess she will tease him again, saying that he is a clown who can't forget his past.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he heard Song Yuesheng say.

"I'll send you my location in a bit. Please come pick me up. I can't move right now. Please take me to Aunt Fang's Chinese medicine store." Song Yuesheng's breathing became more and more rapid. "It's better to bring more people with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Pei Zhaoye froze in place. The screen of his phone had gone dark, but it reflected his pale face.

The three words "can't move" exploded in his mind, and countless terrifying images emerged uncontrollably.

"Ding--"

The location information popped up.

Pei Zhaoye stood up abruptly and rushed out of the office without even having time to pick up his suit jacket.

"Boss Pei? What are you doing..."

The secretary stood up in surprise. The clock on the desk showed that it was only eight o'clock in the evening.

The workaholic president usually never leaves until late at night.

But Pei Zhaoye had already rushed into the elevator.

The secretary stared in amazement as the elevator doors closed.

Is there a fire at home?

At this moment in the alley, Song Yuesheng slowly slid down to the ground.

She used a knife to cut her shirt sleeves and the hem of her skirt, and tied the injured parts tightly.

"Sister Yue, please don't use the self-torture trick next time. It hurts just watching."

The blue sparrow covered one of its little eyes with a look of pain and dared not look.

Sister Yue was clearly able to win, yet she was injured.

"But it worked."

"Then why don't you look for the male lead, Wen Jingheng? He's definitely soft-hearted!"

"Because it's troublesome." Song Yuesheng explained.

"The relationship between him and the original owner cannot be changed at present...

If I look for him, I will be in big trouble after the task is completed.

Mother Song, Father Wen, and Wen Zhixia, they all asked me what I thought.

Even if I explicitly refuse, they will probably think, "It's better to keep my daughter at home than to give her to someone else," and try to bring us together indirectly."

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes, "If we want to solve it, we can only find a foolproof reason."

Twenty minutes later.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard in the empty alley, and Song Yuesheng immediately clenched the dagger beside him with his blood-stained fingers.

She held on to the wall, endured the severe pain and slowly stood up. The tip of the knife shone coldly in the moonlight.

The footsteps got closer and closer, until Wen Jingheng appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The moonlight outlined his taut jawline, and his suit, which was always meticulous, was now a little messy.

When he saw Song Yuesheng covered in blood, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Xiaoyue!"

He almost rushed over, his slender fingers wanting to touch her but afraid to hurt her, "I'll take you to the hospital right now."

Song Yuesheng raised the tip of the knife slightly: "Find someone to follow me."

The tone is affirmative.

Wen Jingheng's hands froze in mid-air, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes: "Yes, I admit that I am worried that "Butterfly" will cause trouble to you. But you are seriously injured now. When you recover, you can do whatever you want to me."

Song Yuesheng laughed: "Are you worried that Butterfly will cause trouble for me? You did something to them, right?"

Wen Jingheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was far more capable of unraveling the mystery than he had imagined.

He really wanted to ask who taught her this, but when he noticed that the wound on her arm was still bleeding, he softened his tone.

"Xiao Yue, we'll talk about these things later. You must go to the hospital with me now."

Song Yuesheng chuckled: "Unless I die in this life, I will never go to the hospital."

"Now is not the time for you to be willful." Wen Jingheng said in a low voice, and took another step forward. Now there was only an arm's length between them, "Put down the knife."

"No. You should go." Song Yuesheng bit her lip, relaxed, and then said, "I've called, and someone will take me to the Chinese medicine store later."

"Song Yuesheng!"

"how?"

A gust of night wind blew by, blowing up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

Wen Jingheng's eyes were fixed on Song Yuesheng's pale face, and he noticed the cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

Even though it hurts so much, you can still say hurtful words.

Wen Jingheng's hands hanging at his sides clenched unconsciously, and his neatly trimmed nails dug deep into his palms.

In the moonlight, you can clearly see the bulging blue veins on the back of his hands.

At this stalemate moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the alley entrance——

"Song Yuesheng!"

Pei Zhaoye appeared at the entrance of the alley, panting.

When he saw Song Yuesheng covered in blood, his face turned pale instantly.

Pei Zhaoye rushed forward in two steps, but suddenly stopped when he saw Wen Jingheng.

Song Yuesheng weakly raised her bloody wrist and shook it towards Pei Zhaoye: "You are finally here, take me to Aunt Fang quickly."

Pei Zhaoye's Adam's apple rolled, and he uttered a low "hmm", then looked at Wen Jingheng coldly.

"Premier Wen should recognize his position." He took a step forward, his muscles tensed under his suit, "Don't try to take away someone who doesn't belong to you."

Wen Jingheng's eyes darkened, and he pushed Pei Zhaoye away the moment he reached out his hand.

"Mr. Pei should face the reality. She is a member of the Wen family."