Plunder-Chapter 149 Another Person

"Zhou Jin’an, what madness is this?"

Qiao En was dragged out of the Nanchen Building like this, still wearing her blue cleaner’s uniform.

On her makeup-free face, anger and confusion swirled.

Had he gone mad? Why would he do this?

Or was he pretending all along?

"Sister Yun, those people are bad. Brother Cheng Lu said this company is mine, and I can make the decisions. Don’t be afraid. When Brother Cheng Lu comes back, I’ll ask him to arrange another job for you. Sister Yun, don’t mop the floor there anymore; they’re just bullying you on purpose, and I absolutely won’t allow them to do that."

Soon, Zhou Jin’an switched to the tone of a child.

He was domineering and arrogant, and he protected her in front of so many people. She should have been moved, but Qiao En wasn’t moved at all.

"Zhou Jin’an, you haven’t lost your memory, have you? You’ve been pretending all along, right?"

Qiao En’s eyes narrowed as she stared intently at Zhou Jin’an.

His tall figure loomed over her, blinking those innocent eyes, but they only magnified the doubts in her heart.

Why would he pretend to have amnesia?

Was it to weave a trap around himself?

Or was it to seek revenge for Su Nian?

Qiao En’s mind was in total chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge. She stepped back, creating distance between herself and Zhou Jin’an.

"Sister Yun, what are you talking about? What am I pretending? I don’t understand what you’re saying?"

Zhou Jin’an once again displayed an innocent expression.

As she stepped back, he moved forward.

"You understand, you understand everything. Are you still pretending with me?"

Qiao En let out a cold laugh.

Zhou Jin’an was so anxious he was close to crying, wanting to throw a tantrum but also afraid of being scolded by Qiao En.

"I’m not, you’re wronging me. I woke up and came here to find you because I didn’t want anyone to bully you. Sister Yun, why would you say that about me? Do you really dislike me that much?"

As he spoke, he truly started crying.

The kind with snot and tears.

But Qiao En’s heart couldn’t soften.

"Enough, stop acting."

She turned and ran off at a quick pace.

At the intersection, Qiao En hailed a taxi at random and took off.

"Where are you? Shall we meet?"

Qiao En, feeling disordered, dialed Detective Wu’s number.

"I actually have something to discuss with you, and was planning to meet you tonight. I’m free now, let’s meet in half an hour."

After hanging up, Detective Wu sent the meeting place to Qiao En’s WeChat.

She gave the address, and the driver soon dropped her off.

This time, she arrived earlier than Detective Wu.

Qiao En chose a corner seat and sat down. She’d only gotten halfway through her coffee when Detective Wu arrived.

"Isn’t it your working hours now? How come you’re out?"

Detective Wu took off his sunglasses and asked curiously.

Today, his outfit was quite special: a short-sleeved floral shirt, jeans, and a large chain around his neck.

A rebellious look through and through.

Qiao En lifted her coffee and took a light sip, "I was fired."

She spoke the truth.

Before Qiao En decided to cooperate with Detective Wu, they had an agreement that, no matter what happened, she must tell him the truth.

"Were you exposed?"

Detective Wu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Is there a chance that Zhou Jin’an is faking it?"

Qiao En asked doubtfully.

"Impossible."

Detective Wu immediately denied it.

He pulled out several papers from his pocket and handed them to Qiao En, "These are his medical reports, which I managed to get by calling in a lot of favors. He almost lost his life in that accident, suffered a serious head injury, and the fact that he woke up is already a miracle. I asked a friend who’s a specialist abroad, and his current condition is already an improvement."

"Also, Cheng Lu has been in touch with international experts, and they’re likely to send Director Zhou to Germany for consultation soon."

Detective Wu was meticulous in his work; he never speculated and always relied on evidence.

There was no need for Qiao En to question what he discovered.

But still, she had her suspicions.

So she told Detective Wu everything that had happened in the past few days, in great detail.

Unexpectedly, Detective Wu laughed after hearing this.

"Director Zhou indeed has amnesia, but there is a special case in medicine where a patient forgets many things due to amnesia, yet if certain individuals have made an exceptionally deep impression on them, even if they’ve forgotten that person, they’ll still be involuntarily attracted to them upon meeting again. The two of you might be experiencing just that situation now."

So, she left an indelible memory in Zhou Jin’an’s mind? So much so that he was attracted to her again?

The theory seemed plausible, but Qiao En still dared not believe it.

Lying between her and Zhou Jin’an was still a Su Nian.

That woman was the eternal love in his heart, while she was nothing but a stand-in.

Even though that woman was dead, she still lived in his heart.

Incidents from the past flashed through Qiao En’s mind, memories she did not wish to revisit.

Qiao En skirted around the topic and asked, "You said you had something to tell me, what is it?"

Detective Wu looked deeply at Qiao En and took a big gulp of coffee.

"The woman who looks exactly like you is not Su Nian."

"Impossible."

Qiao En denied it categorically.

If that woman wasn’t Su Nian, why would she continuously cling to her?

Qiao En had no evidence to prove her identity, but she trusted her sixth sense.

Detective Wu took out two things from his pocket, one was a medical record of Su Nian’s from abroad, and the other was the death certificate of that woman.

"Look carefully, what’s different about them?"

As he spoke, Detective Wu handed the items to Qiao En.

She took them and looked them over carefully.

Soon, she noticed something odd.

"How is this possible? The blood types are different?"

The medical record clearly stated the blood type: O.

But the death certificate listed the blood type as: B.

An individual with blood type O just can’t become a person with blood type B, anyone with a bit of medical knowledge knows that.

"Yes. That Su Nian died five years ago, her grave is also in Rong City. And the woman who died for you that day, she had assumed Su Nian’s identity. As for who she really is, that remains unknown."

The information Detective Wu provided was overwhelming, and Qiao En struggled to digest it.

Her fingers, gripping the coffee cup, tightened bit by bit.

The woman was impersonating Su Nian? Why would she do that?

"Take me to the grave," Qiao En said firmly, lifting her eyelids.

After pondering for a moment, Detective Wu stood up, "Let’s go."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the suburban cemetery.

They walked up the steps for quite a while before they found Su Nian’s tombstone.

Weeds grew unchecked in front of the tombstone, indicating it hadn’t been tended in a long time. Qiao En noticed that other graves either had more or less signs of being visited, while that grave stood there alone, as if forgotten.

A photograph was affixed to the gravestone, and Qiao En moved in closer to get a good look.

Yes, it was that familiar face.

Almost identical to hers but for the especially noticeable single eyelids.

"How did she die?"

Qiao En’s fingers gently caressed the photo.

"Car accident."

Qiao En straightened up, her gaze scanning over the inscriptions on the tombstone.

The dust was almost obscuring the text, but the dates of birth and death were crystal clear.

Born in the same year as her.

Died five winters ago.

The situation felt like a dead end at this stage.

The person she had been trying to find clarity about was now confirmed to be dead.

And the person who had died in her place was still unidentified.

"Could that woman be Su Nian’s twin sister?" Qiao En ventured a bold guess.

She had seen what that woman looked like from a distance; she looked almost exactly like Su Nian.

Detective Wu shrugged his shoulders and exhaled deeply, "It’s unlikely."

The complications seemed never-ending, as if they could never be untangled.

Qiao En stood in front of the tombstone for a long time.

Suddenly, a glimmer of insight flashed through her mind.

"Detective Wu, I need to trouble you to investigate another person for me."