Never leave the city that never sleeps

【Chapter 18】Regrets on the street corner

The morning sun shone through the curtains in Gallery S. Li Sejin, who was used to getting up early, quietly went downstairs to make coffee, and when he turned around, he met Wen Zhenxi who was walking towards him.

"Good morning, chief clerk, are you leaving so early? Why don't you have some breakfast before leaving?"

Li Shizhen didn't think much, and greeted naturally.

However, Wen Zhenxi in front of her suddenly blushed, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes.

"No, I...I'm going back to school today, something..."

Thinking of Xu Yijing's words last night, and seeing Wen Zhenxi's reserved appearance at the moment, Li Shizhen suddenly realized, and watched Wen Zhenxi leave with a smile all the way.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Writer Jin with a guilty look on his face.

"Ouch, Kim O'Neill has turned on the detective mode?" Li Shizhen teased with a smile.

I wanted to follow Wen Zhenxi quietly, but was caught by Shizhen. Writer Jin had no choice but to cough a few times in a serious manner, then straightened his back and explained.

"Well...the reason why I want to follow her is because I am worried about her safety, and...it just so happens that I also want to go back to my alma mater."

Li Shizhen's smile became brighter and brighter, as if he saw that the spring of writer Kim had arrived, and he did not forget to joke at the same time.

"I heard on behalf of nim that you used to be alumni, but you have dragged on until now. Writer Jin, don't miss it this time..."

Writer Jin nodded upon hearing this, and then shook his head again.

"No, now is the right time, right for me, and right for her."

Seeing Writer Jin's serious face, Li Shizhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and then showed a standard aunt's smile.

"I'm leaving, don't worry."

Writer Jin grinned grinningly. In fact, she was extremely nervous. She couldn't predict what choice Wen Zhenxi would make next, let alone how she would respond to her choice.

It's just that these apprehensions are hidden in an unspeakable smile.

Looking at the back of Writer Jin leaving, Shizhen suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Did I also pursue the footsteps of representing Nim in this way?

After Writer Kim left, Sejin sat alone in the gallery drinking coffee. Zhuo sent a text message before going to bed last night. The evidence of Han Yaomin's bribery of officials has been obtained. I think this farce should be over soon.

Not long after, Xu Yijing dressed neatly and went downstairs, and then naturally sat next to Li Sejin, listening to Sejin vividly talk about the scenes of meeting Wen Zhenxi and Writer Kim one after another.

Afterwards, Zhuo came out a little tired, with obvious signs of lack of sleep on his face.

"Morning, why don't you take a good rest?" Li Shizhen asked with concern, and at the same time sat up and poured Zhuo a cup of coffee.

"Morning, I thought about it all night yesterday, and I still feel a little uneasy."

Zhuo sat down on the sofa, frowned, and began to recall the monitoring scene last night.

"Is there anything wrong?" Li Shizhen asked.

"Everything is going smoothly, without encountering any obstacles, but...it seems a bit too smooth." Zhuo said, his face was full of worry.

"Has the account of the remittance been confirmed?" Xu Yijing said without too much expression on his face.

"I'm sure, it's just...the amount of bribes is really unconvincing."

After thinking about it, Zhuo Si always felt that the development of the matter was a little weird, but he couldn't explain why, so he could only sigh slightly.

"But don't worry too much, maybe I'm just thinking too much..."

"No matter what methods Jiang Zaixian uses in a mystical way, we can see through his tricks, but now that he is hiding in the dark, we can't take the initiative to attack that's all."

As Li Shizhen said, he felt displeased when he thought of Jiang Zaixian's face in his mind, so he continued to complain.

"Since I can't afford to lose, I shouldn't have coveted things that didn't belong to me in the first place. Rather than fighting with such a boring man, I really would rather watch Writer Jin fall in love with the chief writer..."

Before Shizhen finished speaking, suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

After the three exchanged glances, Zhuo got up and went to open the door. Sure enough, the people who came were the investigators of the Financial Investigation Institute.

It wasn't until the group walked into the studio in the gallery that Xu Yijing stood up holding Li Shizhen's hand, and walked slowly towards the leading official.

"Long time no see, Prosecutor Cui, you look good today." Li Shizhen stepped forward first, and greeted the prosecutor who came with a smile.

"Well, hello President Xu, hello Representative Li, I'm sorry, I'm just doing business." Prosecutor Cui replied softly, his eyes dodged, and he didn't seem to want to face the two in front of him.

"Is the meeting with Han Yaomin last night also a routine?" Xu Yijing didn't intend to greet him, so he asked straight to the point.

Prosecutor Cui glanced at Xu Yijing in surprise, then lowered his head with a wry smile.

"I should have known earlier that President Xu has already taken preventive measures."

"We don't mind giving Prosecutor Cui a second chance to choose." Li Shizhen said, not interested in continuing to play word games.

Prosecutor Cui shook his head, and responded softly with a resolute expression.

"If I had a choice, I would definitely not participate in your war. It's too crazy... But there are some things I have to do. President Xu, you are also a smart person, so you don't have to tell me."

In silence, Xu Yijing took a deep look at Li Shizhen, then turned around and took Zhuo away, while Li Shizhen continued to take care of the scene.

"Zhuo, go and investigate Prosecutor Cui's family immediately, and ask Mi Er to contact Director Zhao."

Xu Yijing assigned tasks calmly, with a long-lost coldness in his eyes.

"En." Zhuo nodded, turned around and left immediately.

Although there were all kinds of guesses, doubts and worries in his heart, Zhuo always chose to trust and obey Xu Yijing's orders unconditionally.

After about two hours, the people from the Financial Inspection Bureau left first, but Xu Yijing knew very well that this was just the beginning.

"President Xu, according to the information sent by Director Zhao, the recent orders of Japan and South Korea Finance have been checked one by one, and nothing suspicious has been found." Mi Er stood beside Xu Yijing, seriously reporting the tension of work.

"In that case, isn't Jiang Jae-hyun trying to suppress Japan and South Korea's finances by suppressing S Gallery?"

Li Shizhen was a little surprised, and fell into thinking about the current situation for a while.

Xu Yijing didn't speak, and after a while, he held Li Shizhen's hand silently.

I'm afraid this is not a purely business war. What Jiang Zaixian wants is much more complicated than just a single S Gallery.

"Mi Er, from now on, you still hide in the dark like before, don't be discovered by Jiang Zaixian, and at the same time protect Hao Shizhen's safety."

"But, on behalf of nim..."

Shizhen was a little puzzled, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. The moment he connected, Zhuo's anxious voice came from the phone.

"President Xu, Prosecutor Cui's family has been kidnapped recently!"

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With the breath of spring coming, Wen Zhenxi walked quietly on the streets of the campus, and the familiar scenery seemed to be a little different.

The tung tree beside the road seems to have grown a lot, and the flowers in the flower beds are no longer the same species as they were back then.

The images of memories flooded in like a tide, and every year, Wen Zhenxi was almost used to remembering in regret and stagnating in remembering.

In fact, during the class reunion, she also tried to inquire about her. For some reason, the figure that haunted her was not in contact with anyone.

You who don't know from afar...

If I look back now, will your figure appear again?

I'm sorry, I, who was ignorant and cowardly, missed you like this.

Now, though, there's a new woman in my boring life, and I'm not sure if she's the right person, and I'm not sure if this is the right time, but I think...

At least start trying.

I am willing and happy.

Thinking like this, Wen Zhenxi walked to the door of the archives department unknowingly.The current section chief is an alumnus of the same level back then. Wen Zhenxi had mentioned this matter to him cryptically. Unexpectedly, not long ago, he really took the initiative to contact Wen Zhenxi, saying that he had found the contact information of that person.

On the day she heard the news, Wen Zhenxi was excited all day, but was soon overwhelmed by inexplicable anxiety and lack of self-confidence, so she never really took action.

until today.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wen Zhenxi left a letter and handed it over to the school's archives department.

This is a letter without signature and return address.

Walking in the twilight sunshine, occasionally a few crabapple flowers would fall with the wind and land on Wen Zhenxi's shoulders. When I looked up at the petals all over the sky, I seemed to see Writer Jin's smiling face.

Speaking of which, I'm starting to miss someone~

So after walking out of the campus, the first thing Wen Zhenxi did was to take out her mobile phone and dial the number that would make her blush unconsciously——

gold writer.

As for Writer Jin at this moment, he is squatting five meters away from Wen Zhenxi, playing the role of a super-amateur detective conscientiously.

In other words, this feeling of secretly following your sweetheart is really good...

Writer Jin was still caught in the vortex of memory while teasing himself, so although his face was smiling, his eyes were red.

At this time, the cell phone rang suddenly, and Writer Jin almost jumped up in fright, but after another look, it turned out to be Wen Zhenxi calling.

Writer Jin was a little surprised. Before answering the phone, he looked up at Wen Zhenxi's direction.

That's the person I've loved for 17 years...

She walked quietly along the road like that, the breeze brushed her hair, and she stroked it lightly with her pale fingers, the street scene at the intersection became beautiful because of her, suddenly——

A white Land Rover appeared in Writer Jin's sight.

Wen Zhenxi was holding her mobile phone when she suddenly heard a sharp horn and turned around. Before she could react, she was pushed to the side of the road by a flying figure...

The sound of brakes, the sound of broken mobile phones, and the screams of passers-by impacted Wen Zhenxi's brain. The white Land Rover car was so familiar, and the figure that flew over was so familiar. Who is it? !

who is it? !

Wen Zhenxi worked hard to get up, reached out to wipe the blood on his forehead, and then almost fell to the ground again after seeing Writer Jin in a pool of blood.

"Golden writer, golden writer, golden writer..."

At that moment, Wen Zhenxi panicked.

She called Writer Jin's name over and over again, and the love that had been suppressed by her for too long was released at this moment, followed by the fear and helplessness of losing.

What's even more ridiculous is that I haven't even had time to express my feelings...

"I killed someone, did I kill someone?!" A familiar voice came, Wen Zhenxi turned her head and saw Han Xiuna running down from the car with a pale face.

The strong smell of alcohol came to the face, Wen Zhenxi frowned, completely lost the elegance and calm of the past.She hugged Writer Jin tightly and yelled at Han Xiuna with blood all over her face.

"Send her to the hospital quickly!"