Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 704: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Where there is light, there is shadow.

As prosperous as Ning City is during the day, the shadows at night are as deep.

Beneath the glamorous surface of the city, there are countless unspeakable secrets.

And at this moment, Qingtang will.

The ebony door slid open silently, and the smell of blood filled the enclosed space.

Wen Jingheng sat on the dark red leather chair, wiping his fingers slowly and leisurely.

The bright red bloodstain spread out on the snow-white handkerchief like a rotten flower.

"What's the matter?" He didn't even raise his head, his voice low and cold.

The kneeling subordinate put his forehead to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, someone ordered a B-0 grade human skin mask the night before yesterday."

Wen Jingheng paused, and when he looked up, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Is such a small matter worth reporting?"

He tapped the handrail with his fingertips, and each tap felt like a knock on people's hearts.

"It seems that I have been too lenient recently, causing you to forget even the basic sense of propriety? Not only did a traitor appear, but you also wasted time on such a trivial matter."

The subordinate trembled all over and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"I don't dare! It's just that... the buyer's identity is a little special..."

"explain."

"Yes... Miss Song."

The air suddenly solidified.

Wen Jingheng slowly put down his handkerchief, his knuckles turning white.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a dangerously low voice: "How did she get in touch with the Qingtang Society? I remember I warned everyone that nothing related to the Qingtang Society was allowed to appear in front of her."

The subordinate gritted his teeth and replied, "I asked, and Miss Song said... she felt that the parrot in the pop-up ad was provoking her, so she clicked it. Then... it jumped to the Qingtang Club's dark web transaction..."

Wen Jingheng: …

his fault.

I shouldn't have just given the logo to that girl Zhixia for the sake of convenience.

Her understanding of ordinary companies is not suitable for Qingtang Club at all.

That colorful parrot really deserves a beating.

Wen Jingheng took the notebook handed to him by his subordinate tremblingly. The transaction record on the screen showed that it was the night before yesterday.

He quickly glanced through it and suddenly laughed softly.

"I asked about the customization, materials, and side effects of the human skin mask. I didn't even ask for the price back. I just gave you 6 million..." His fingertips slid across the black-and-white S avatar on the screen, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "You're still so reckless."

Closing the computer, he raised his hand and gave an order.

"It's not easy to come across the 120th anniversary celebration on New Year's Day. Let it go."

Wen Jingheng looked out the window. The neon lights reflected on his deep outline, making it dim and unclear. "I asked someone to secretly watch her that day. Who knows how many people she might have offended with her temper."

He turned and walked towards the shadows, his voice growing colder.

"As for the butterflies—"

In the darkness, the corners of the man's lips curled up dangerously.

"Add a little more bait... I want it to crash into the net on its own."

The subordinate bowed deeply: "Yes."

The door closed silently, and Wen Jingheng's shadow was stretched very long, finally blending completely into the darkness.

……

The next morning.

As soon as Song Yuesheng opened the door, he saw boxes of all sizes piled up to a height of a person.

"you're awake?"

Pei Zhaoye was holding a few boxes and placing them on a low pile, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"what are these?"

He picked up the top blue velvet box and opened it like he was presenting a treasure: "For you, a daily gift for the past twenty years."

The key-shaped necklace sparkled in the morning light.

Twenty years, more than seven thousand days.

This amount of money is not a small sum.

Last night she deliberately said that she had no money to learn judo. Her original intention was to make him feel distressed, but she accidentally coincided with the client's request.

But is he imagining too much?

"Pei Zhaoye," Song Yuesheng took the necklace and felt a cool touch on her fingertips, "Just because I don't have money to learn judo doesn't mean I had a miserable life before."

She tried hard to control the twitching corners of her mouth.

"You didn't... watch 50 episodes of a melodrama overnight? Or was it another guide you read online?"

Pei Zhaoye's eyes were so gentle that water could drip out of them, and it was obvious that he didn't hear a word.

"Song Song." He reached out to touch the top of her head, but she turned her head away. "Do you need a reason to buy a gift for your girlfriend?"

"Please put it on for me, then."

Song Yuesheng sighed softly and handed the necklace back.

"Return everything else. I know you mean it to me." As the cold metal touched her skin, she added softly, "Besides, I haven't forgiven you yet."

"Ah."

He agreed readily, but his breathing was noticeably irregular.

Song Yuesheng sighed again.

have to.

Didn't listen.

Just as she expected, Song Yuesheng would receive new gifts every day.

This extravagant "compensation" finally stopped when she could no longer bear it and warned herself to disappear without a trace.

On the day the commission expired, Song Yuesheng returned the deposit to Nono.

Nono cursed a lot.

[Why do you want to find students to entrust you?]

[Is your website a joke?]

[I want to report you for fraud!]

Song Yuesheng threatened that he could see the backend registration information, and the matter was left unresolved.

In fact, when the website was first established, there was a hidden instruction: no one, including the original owner and Sang Wan, had the authority to look up the client's true identity.

This is to protect everyone's privacy.

After nono's commission failed, Sang Wan asked her if she was moved. She would rather the commission fail because she didn't want to deceive Pei Zhaoye.

Song Yuesheng didn't answer and changed the subject.

No one at Ningda expected that this relationship, which was criticized by everyone, would actually be so stable.

In the blink of an eye, it is already the day of the New Year’s Eve party.

Because the school leaders wanted more students from Ningbo University to participate in the 120th anniversary celebration, they set up a night event similar to a convenience store, so the party time remained the same, which is December 31st.

There are five dressing rooms in the auditorium, namely AE, and makeup was done in groups according to the order of the twenty programs.

However, because "Love Song Under the Crown of Thorns" was the only stage play that passed the review of the school leaders and was forty minutes long, after discussion, the program was moved from the fourteenth place in the draw to the last one.

This prevents the audience from feeling bored and complaining on social platforms, thus affecting the students who will perform later.

The dressing room is also an exclusive E-shaped dressing room.

At this moment, in the dressing room.

Everyone was busy putting on makeup and memorizing their lines.

"Xiao Song, your flowers!"

A classmate from the school management team squeezed in with a large bouquet of flowers, which were still stained with fresh water droplets. "A junior school girl said that the delivery boy handed it to her at the school gate. I saw she was looking for you, so I brought it to you."

A bouquet of pink roses and baby's breath lies quietly on the dressing table, and on the light-colored card the words "Happy New Year, I wish you a successful performance" are written so neatly that they are almost stereotyped.

The dressing room was immediately filled with boos.

"Of course! You even sent me flowers before the performance to cheer me up."

"Why pink roses? Shouldn't we give red roses?"

"What do you know? This is called sentiment!"

"Mr. President makes millions every minute, so it's a great favor that he remembers to send flowers!"

……

Song Yuesheng responded to everyone's teasing with a smile.

This flower...was not sent by Pei Zhaoye.

Flowers have their own language.

Even if they don't know it, the florist will provide the most suitable flowers according to the customer's request.

There are six pink roses, baby's breath and eucalyptus leaves.

——I will always be your protector.

It seems that the original owner's memory really has a big problem.

Song Yuesheng's eyes dimmed.

Since the person who sent the flowers chose today specifically...

Then it is very likely that he is sitting somewhere in the audience at this moment.

Perhaps he was looking at her quietly through the crowd.

who can that be?

Tsk.

She hated this feeling so much.