Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 637 - 268.

Qiu Zheng is a madman, so even though he committed monstrous acts, the law can’t punish him.

Qin Zhenzhen knew that Sheng Boyan specialized in psychiatry, but she never imagined the patients he faced would be like this... this terrifying.

She shivered.

After responding with "alright" to Sheng Boyan, she linked arms with Wanxia and walked towards the elevator.

"Sister Wanxia, I just saw a café nearby. Let’s go have a cup of coffee."

Wanxia slightly curled her lips, "...sure."

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After closing the car door, Yuan Yi dialed Gu Shaozhi’s number.

"Mr. Gu, Miss Ji and her friend are chatting in the café and eating desserts, but she seems in bad spirits, always distracted."

The young girl sitting opposite Miss Ji would occasionally wave a hand in front of her.

Gu Shaozhi reviewed the documents on his desk, his expression calm and unruffled, speaking indifferently, "You just need to do your job as a driver, you don’t need to follow her every moment."

Yuan Yi originally thought that Mr. Gu would ask something further, especially since the person Miss Ji met today was quite unusual.

But Mr. Gu’s meaning was clearly instructing him to drive further away and not to see or ask about anything other than driving.

Indeed, Miss Ji doesn’t like being followed...

Clearing his throat, he respectfully asked, "Then should I send Miss Ji back to Qingshui Bay Villa, or to the company later?"

Through the radio waves, a cold voice reached his ear, "As she wishes."

If it were four years ago, Mr. Gu would give a precise answer, whether to go home or to the company, both were according to his will.

Yuan Yi nodded in response, "Understood."

After ending the call, Yuan Yi looked through the car window towards Miss Ji in the café, where the young girl in front of her was animatedly recounting some interesting story.

Miss Ji had her head down, and he couldn’t see her expression clearly.

Yuan Yi suddenly recalled, on the way to the psychiatric hospital, seeing in the rearview mirror Miss Ji laughing softly as she said

"Are you talking to me about fairness?" those six words.

How aged must a heart be to despair over the fairness of this world...

...

The Gu Family’s CEO office.

Secretary Liu stood at the desk, hands folded in front, waiting respectfully for her superior’s instructions.

This is the information of Miss Shen’s bank account, mainly records of large fund transfers, which Mr. Gu investigated four years ago and had kept in the company’s confidential archives.

Half an hour ago, she retrieved it.

Gu Shaozhi closed the file, lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes half-closed, surrounded by bluish-white smoke, his well-defined features blurred and obscure.

His voice was steady, as if merely assigning routine tasks, "Once the diagnostic results from Sheng Boyan come out, send this material to Wanwan’s email."

After saying this, before Secretary Liu could speak, he added two more words, "Anonymous."

Secretary Liu holding the file was quite surprised, "Mr. Gu, do you mean not to tell Miss Ji this is... this is what you found out?"

The reason Miss Ji would divorce Mr. Gu is because of what happened four years ago.

With the evidence Mr. Gu discovered, shouldn’t Miss Ji be informed?

Gu Shaozhi opened his pitch-black eyes, with a depth as dark as an abyss, his voice extremely indifferent, "Is my speech difficult to understand?"

Secretary Liu put away all confusion, nodded respectfully, "I understand, Mr. Gu."

Her superior’s intentions were beyond her ability to fathom.

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Sheng Boyan left the psychiatric hospital at six-thirty in the evening, Qin Zhenzhen had sent him a text message in advance, so he went directly to the café where they were.

Qin Zhenzhen was seated facing the entrance, and as soon as he entered, she rushed over eagerly, "How is it? What are the results?"

Sheng Boyan peeled away the octopus-like grip from his arm, chuckling helplessly, "I’m not a god, how could it be so fast?"

Wanxia called over a server, "Doctor Sheng, you’ve had a hard day, would you like something to drink?"

Her anxiety, during these hours of waiting, had already eased a lot.

"No, I just finished a cup of tea," Sheng Boyan waved his hand, and the server politely stepped aside.

He’s not one to pry; he doesn’t ask about matters the other party doesn’t want to disclose, "Give me a week, and I’ll give you a concrete answer."

A week is already quite fast.

Wanxia nodded.

It was the time when the sun was setting, with half of the sky stained a fiery red, extremely magnificent.

The orange-yellow sunlight poured into the café, casting on Wanxia’s exquisite visage, her gentle and graceful demeanor only enhanced by the soft lighting.