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Chapter 718: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

"Miss Song, how are you?"

Under the dim lights of the parking lot, Yan Sui leaned against Sang Wan's car door, his slender figure stretched extremely long.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses contained a faint smile, as if he had already anticipated their arrival.

Sang Wan stopped suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise: "Doctor Yan? Why are you here? Do you know Xiaoyue?"

As Sang Wan had once attended a psychology lecture offered by Ning University in order to gain extra credits, she had a pretty good impression of Yan Sui.

Be gentle to others.

When a female classmate approaches me, I won’t say anything harsh to refuse her.

But unexpectedly, he actually knew Xiaoyue?

"I've met him a few times." Yan Sui's gaze passed Sang Wan and fell on Song Yuesheng.

He had a smile on his lips and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the cufflinks.

Sang Wan suddenly noticed that it was a snake-shaped buckle, and its silver scales glowed coldly under the light.

"Miss Song...very interesting."

Song Yuesheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression calm and almost indifferent.

"Dr. Yan should not just come here to reminisce about the past. Besides, I don't think there is anything good to talk about between us."

Yan Sui chuckled.

He chewed on the word slowly: "Reminiscing about the past..."

His eyes wandered over Song Yuesheng's face, as if trying to dig out some secret from her expression. "It seems that Miss Song has found what she lost."

Sang Wan was stunned.

This sentence is so profound.

Song Yuesheng chuckled, but her eyes were cold: "Don't worry, Doctor Yan."

She took a step forward and lowered her voice to a very low level with a warning, "But if you don't leave... I don't think Dr. Yan is interested in adding an emergency patient to his hospital, right?"

The air suddenly became stagnant.

Yan Sui's fingertips paused slightly, then he stood up as if nothing had happened and moved away from the car door.

When passing by Song Yuesheng, he gently put a business card into her hand, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe: "I think Miss Song will need it."

His voice was so soft that only she could hear it: "There are some things you probably don't want...the Wen family to know."

Song Yuesheng's pupils shrank, but quickly returned to normal, and then he calmly put the business card into his sleeve.

"Ah……"

Yan Sui suddenly chuckled, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses dim and unclear.

"Ms. Song, you are not as cruel as you say you are..." He pointed his finger at her chest, "You are so cruel."

The corners of his clothes were lifted by the night wind, and his figure gradually blended into the dim lights of the parking lot.

It could be used once.

Now you can use it for the second time.

Yan Sui sat in the driver's seat and took out a document from the storage box in front.

Unfinished control experiment...

It's time to reboot.

After Sang Wan's car drove out of the parking lot, the interior of the car became eerily quiet.

"Xiao Yue..." Sang Wan's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, "What did Yan Sui mean by that? Could the things you lost be related to what you asked me to investigate?"

Song Yuesheng looked at the street scene outside the window that was rapidly receding, and the neon lights cast changing shadows in her eyes.

"I don't know." She said calmly, "That's why we have to investigate and focus on the Wen family."

Why would Yan Sui threaten her with the Wen family?

After a pause, Song Yuesheng turned to look at Sang Wan, his tone unusually serious: "But remember, don't be stubborn. Wen Jingheng is backed by the Qingtang Society. If you encounter any danger, retreat immediately. I don't need a moment to know the answer."

Sang Wan didn't ask her how she knew that Wen Jingheng was related to the Qingtang Society, which had a background in the underworld.

This has always been the tacit understanding between them.

She nodded: "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash."

A week later.

Song Yuesheng tapped lightly with his fingertips on the encrypted hard drive that Sang Wan handed over.

The blue light from the screen reflected on her face, making it look a bit cold.

"Are all clues lost?" Her voice was calm, but it reminded Sang Wan of the sea before the storm.

Sang Wan bit the pen cap and nodded: "The other party's methods are very professional. Not only did they hack into our cloud backup, but someone also hacked into our cloud backup the day before yesterday..."

She subconsciously touched the bruise on her arm.

"Go straight to the door and give a warning."

Song Yuesheng's eyes darkened, and he stroked the scar on his arm with his fingertips: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have involved you."

When Sang Wan heard this, she immediately laughed and said, "It wasn't them. The two women just gave me a few verbal warnings and left. I had never seen such a scene before and was frightened. As a result, I missed a step and fell to the ground. They were the ones who sent me to the hospital."

"It's weird, isn't it?"

Sang Wan scratched his head: "I'm confused too."

"Oh, right." She quickly checked the surveillance footage: "The day before yesterday, the S2 website also..."

The door of the studio was suddenly pushed open.

Ruan Weichi was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, with sweat dripping from the ends of his hair.

He locked the door with his backhand so skillfully that it was shocking, but he froze in place the moment he saw Song Yuesheng.

"elder sister."

He took off his mask and put the brown paper bag in his hand aside.

The stage makeup has not been completely removed, and there is a glimmer of fine gold powder at the corners of the eyes.

"Why did you leave early that day? That song... was written for you."

Sang Wan's sketchbook fell to the ground with a thud.

She looked back and forth between the two of them with wide eyes: "Wait! So, Brother Chi, the senior you mentioned in the variety show that you had a crush on for ten years... was Xiaoyue?"

Ruan Weichi neither admitted nor denied it.

But his eyes were stubbornly fixed on Song Yuesheng's face.

The air was so still that one could almost hear the ticking of the electronic clock.

"Ahem...I'm going to go next door to revise the manuscript!" Sang Wan hurriedly packed up his painting supplies.

Just walked to the door.

She suddenly heard Song Yuesheng say, "You call me sister, I am your long-lost sister?"

Sang Wan almost fell down.

"What?" Ruan Weichi was eager to explain, "You didn't tell me your name when you invited me to dinner, so I could only call you sister, although I later found out that you were Song Yuesheng, a sophomore."

Sang Wan paused as he closed the door.

Sophomore?

four years ago?

It turns out that Xiaoyue is not that.

Singing the song he wrote for his first love to Xiaoyue, is he... a bit of a scumbag?

The studio fell into silence, with only the faint sound of paint drying.

Song Yuesheng stared at Ruan Weichi's silhouette outlined by the setting sun, and suddenly felt that he was like a watercolor painting stained by rain - dazzling but fragile.

"Congratulations, Ruan Weichi." She tapped the palette with her fingertips. "You have truly become the most dazzling star."

The cobalt blue paint on the nails looks like a small piece of deep ocean.

The gold powder at the corners of Ruan Weichi's eyes trembled slightly with his breathing, but suddenly solidified when he heard the next sentence.

"But I have no plans to start a new relationship." She looked him straight in the eye. "If you don't stop the loss in time, you will be the one who suffers."

These words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through ten years of time.

Ruan Weichi suddenly laughed softly and wiped the smudged makeup under his eyes with his fingertips: "Ten years..."

The sob in the throat made the ending sound fragmented.

"Since the day you saved me, sister, please teach me...how to stop the loss?"

Song Yuesheng's eyes moved slightly.

The original owner was fourteen years old?

She actually had such an early bond with the male lead?