Zhanming left quickly that night without asking any further questions. When told Yin Xudong about the divorce, it was helpless in the collapse. Although it was a tired confession when told him, didn't care too much. He is a very reliable person, although younger than her, he is reassuring and trustworthy.

He no longer dared to think about Ji Chongjun, he came and left, everything was like a dream, and everything was accidental. Maybe he really just sent her the completed divorce certificate. As for why he sent it now, dare not scrutinize all the details.

Although he never sent the divorce certificate in the car after he left, maybe it was out of scruples, maybe in the very near future, tomorrow or the day after, another person would be sent to deliver it.

It's all just her wild thoughts, and then, wishful thinking.

It's just that I'm also anxious. Today, Yin Xudong came to him and was stopped for the time being, but what if he came again? The modesty and politeness at the beginning, and the bitter pleading later, have long since been torn apart and turned into sinister horror. She really didn't think he would stop there.

Maybe it's him alone this time, and it won't be just him next time.

All Sunday, Cheng Ji'an didn't dare to go out, the windows were closed, the door was locked, and he never forgot to prepare things for self-defense. When she went out to buy groceries in the afternoon, she was even more frightened, for fear that someone would suddenly appear downstairs and threaten her with a knife. All in all, went to the supermarket by bicycle and then came back from the supermarket, all the way was uneventful.

The whole road was quiet, pedestrians walked idly, and the traffic flowed by themselves.

When went to work on Monday, went to work as usual. The weather was fine, and the sunshine in May was warm and beautiful. It just seemed to find that a car had been following her far away.

In the rear-view mirror, the car has been there since it came out of Wutong Street. It was a black Audi, and the driver's face could not be clearly seen from a distance. Not unreasonably suspicious, the car was driving slowly, countless cars passed behind it, and it always maintained its own speed.

Cheng Ji'an didn't know what to do, but he thought it wasn't Yin Xudong. That Audi wasn't cheap.

In the end, didn't dare to think too much, just quickly rode to the alley next to the museum. When he entered the alley, he looked back subconsciously, but saw that the car was driving straight ahead, and did not turn in.

So, did she misunderstand?

There were a few people standing at the guard at the side entrance of the museum. Cheng Ji'an pushed his cart to swipe his card and habitually wanted to greet them—there were not many people in the museum, the office staff in the courtyard, the restoration teacher at the back of the courtyard, and Lili The cleaning aunts, security guards, and chefs outside and outside of China all recognize them one by one. It's just that when she just raised her head to say hello, she was stunned again. The security guards were looking at her, their eyes seemed a little different. When they found her looking at them, some of them hurriedly avoided, or looked at her. Xiangtian, or looking elsewhere, one of them even clenched his fist and coughed lightly. Although they tried their best to hide it, it was still unnatural, and it was completely different from the warm greeting every time saw her before.

"You... this is?" Cheng Ji'an was a little embarrassed.

They were like they were discussing her and she accidentally bumped it.

One person reacted quickly and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Cheng is here, it's so early today!"

As if nothing had happened just now.

"Well." Cheng Ji'an responded, but his smile was a little reluctant.

"Hey, why are you standing here?"

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Zhanming sitting in the cab outside the door, looking out at them, grinning when he saw her, and the sun was warm.

As always.

It's like nothing happened that night.

"Brother Zhan is here." The guard had pressed the access control button, and several young security guards also greeted him. Zhan Ming is a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. Although he has only been here for a year, he has already greatly admired him.

"Let's go, I'm going to work." Zhan Ming drove in the car, but turned his head sideways when he approached Cheng Ji'an.

"Okay." Cheng Ji'an smiled and hurriedly rode in.

Not far away, there was a faint voice.

——“Brother Zhan seems to be very close to Teacher Cheng?”

——"Brother Zhan just came, haven't heard of it yet..."

Hear what? Without the following, Cheng Ji'an's heart was inexplicably mentioned.

From the carport to the office, he met many teachers along the way. Cheng Ji'an greeted them one by one, but the smile on his face became more and more stiff. Everyone responded enthusiastically as usual, but everyone's eyes were different from usual.

There is not much malice, but with an accident, with inquiry, with a kind of politeness that is not obvious but can still be felt.

Cheng Ji'an was at a loss.

When finished cleaning up the office and went to the pantry to fetch water with a thermos bottle, understood everything.

Someone was talking in the pantry.

"Have you heard that Teacher Cheng from the Painting and Calligraphy Department was divorced!"

"What? That student of Teacher Feng?"

"Yeah, it's surprising, I can't even think of it, I always thought she just graduated from school!"

"Yeah, she's so young. Who did you listen to, don't get me wrong?"

"It's spreading in secret now, and I also listened to Qiangzi and the others. And it's more than that. I heard that someone saw her lead a man home the night before yesterday, and someone saw it with their own eyes!"

"No, Mr. Cheng looks at Wen Wen quietly, he doesn't look like this kind of person."

"Who knows... ah, Teacher Cheng is here." The speaker turned around and saw Cheng Ji'an standing behind the door.

Seeing that he was found, Cheng Ji'an smiled, and walked in again, "Are you fetching water?" As if nothing had happened.

The two cleaning aunts didn't know if she heard what she said just now, but they didn't dare to stay any longer. They laughed dryly and left with their teacups.

The hot water from the faucet poured into the thermos, and Cheng Ji'an stood by the sink, but his heart seemed to be blocked.

She never thought that Yin Xudong would be so shameless.

She didn't doubt who sent these words at all. He and Zhanming were the only ones who knew about these things, but how could Zhanming say it?

When she told him the truth, she had already prepared that things would be known to others sooner or later, but it was not like now, it was spread with a revengeful and slanderous mentality. This is anger, wanting to completely destroy her innocence.

Just now, the two aunties said it in a subtle way, but who knows what other remarks behind the scenes look like?

She finally knew why those security guards and teachers looked at her like this just now. She has always been a clean person, but now in their eyes, I'm afraid they have doubts...

Back in the office, Mr. Feng put on his glasses and started to prepare for work. When he saw her coming in, he raised his head and said, "Xiaocheng is here, come, come and help me to see if there is any problem here." Then, he frowned and studied the painting in his hand, looking like he didn't know what was outside the window. the way things are.

"Hey, good." Cheng Ji'an was still a little sad in his heart, but when he saw it, he quickly put down the thermos and stepped forward. She was afraid that her teacher would misunderstand after hearing it, and she was also afraid that her own affairs would affect them.

All morning, Cheng Ji'an was busy in the painting and calligraphy room and never went out. Outside, it is already known to everyone.

The power of gossip is always infinite, even if others are not malicious, even if others are just curious, but once it starts, it will keep spreading. It may also be accompanied by a never-ending exaggeration, distortion, distortion of the truth, and even random fabrication.

Cheng Ji'an doesn't know what has been rumored now. When he left the office to go to the cafeteria for lunch, he was so worried along the way that he didn't even dare to look up.

Halfway through, Wenjuan from the porcelain department stopped her, "Xiaocheng, wait for me."

Cheng Ji'an looked back and saw her trotting all the way over, her face was flushed, and she looked as happy as before.

"Xiao Cheng, did you hear what they said?" He asked hurriedly when he approached her.

Cheng Ji'an thought she hadn't heard of it yet when she looked at her, but now she knew it wasn't after hearing her question. After hesitating for a while, she still replied, "Well."

"Then have you really been married?" Wen Juan blinked and asked again.

"Well." Cheng Ji'an nodded again.

"Oh, I don't see it at all, you didn't tell me." Wen Juan said, a little complaining, but then walked forward with her.

Cheng Ji'an was a little surprised.

Wen Juan rolled her eyes at her and said, "If I had known you were divorced, I would have nothing to do with you, and I would show you my old king's affection."

Cheng Ji'an couldn't help laughing, thought for a while, and asked, "Then didn't you hear anything else?"

"Other things? You said you brought a man home? Well, who believes these things, there is no basis for it. Besides, what's wrong with bringing a man home? You are single now, even if you bring a man home What's the relationship? Could it be that after a divorce, you can't fall in love, can't you find someone to marry? Oh, by the way, do you really have a boyfriend?"

"No." Cheng Ji'an didn't know how to explain, so he had to give up.

...

Soon came to the cafeteria, and there were many people sitting in it. When they saw her come in, many people raised their heads intentionally or unintentionally. Cheng Ji'an noticed it, but he didn't know, and after Wenjuan finished eating, he found an empty seat and sat down.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, the cafeteria today is extraordinarily quiet, and the sound from the TV is especially obvious.

Cheng Ji'an lowered his head to eat, but was still somewhat affected.

Suddenly a plate was placed on the table in front of her, and then another person sat down opposite her.

"Cheng An'an, I'm looking for you."

Looking up, it was Zhan Ming.

"Well, the key fob you left in my car the night before yesterday. I only found out when I picked up the car yesterday. I wanted to give it back to you, but I forgot it when I saw it in the morning."

Cheng Ji'an was holding the bear keychain, but she was a little stunned. She didn't have a keychain at all. He looked up at Zhanming, but Zhanming looked at her with glittering eyes.

Someone already said, "Xiao Zhan, were you with Xiao Cheng last night?"

Zhanming turned around and replied, "Yeah, didn't we go to the event together? It was too late, but after drinking, I called a car to take Mr. Cheng home. I met a good person that day, Mr. Cheng. I left my phone in the taxi. At that time, I took Mr. Cheng upstairs and asked the driver to wait. As a result, the driver didn't know which floor of Mr. Cheng's house and had to drop me there. I even made a trip to Mr. Cheng. Bring your phone back home..."

Zhanming was still talking about what happened that night, but Cheng Ji'an had already understood it. This is that Zhan Ming also heard those rumors, and came here to cleanse her of her innocence.

——She led a man home the night before...

——He had been with her the night before, and even gave her a mobile phone at night...

Rumors are self-defeating.

The people around showed a sudden look, even Wen Juan, who was next to him, said in a low voice: "I'll just say, what a shit to bring a man home, it's really unreliable!"

Seeing that Zhanming was talking with people about the party that night again, Cheng Ji'an was full of gratitude.

So on the way back after dinner, she said to Zhanming, "Thank you for today's affairs."

Then he said: "Actually, you don't need to help me like this, those words will pass as they are passed on."

The rumors stop at the wise, and Wenjuan's remarks gave her too much confidence. Maybe there will be discussions and doubts at first, but after a long time, they will naturally know who she is. This is no other place. There are too many scholars, too many minds and knowledge here.

Although he helped her clear her suspicions now, he might attract criticism.

However, Zhan Ming just smiled brightly, "I'm just doing my best." He didn't care at all.

...

Back in the office, saw Elder Lin also waiting there.

"Master." Cheng Ji'an stepped forward and shouted.

"Xiao Cheng, I have something to tell you." Old Lin looked concerned, but his expression was rarely serious.

Cheng Ji'an anticipated something, and only stepped forward.

Mr. Lin said again, "I heard about the things that were spread outside. It was inconvenient to eat. Now I came here on purpose because I want to tell you something."

"Divorce is normal. Although my teacher and I have been together all my life, I always think that if two people are not happy in their marriage, they can be separated. You are not wrong, so don't be ashamed and don't think that you will be inferior. Don't look down on yourself, so as not to give others the chance to look down on you. Now that these things have spread, the teachers here are just a little surprised, and there is no malicious intent. This is not a big deal, and it will naturally be forgotten as time passes. , no one will take it to heart, so don't take it to your heart!"

Since hearing those rumors, she has been concerned about the mood of her students and her movements. Later, seeing that she really had an influence, she waited here after dinner.

Although Cheng Ji'an was relieved, he was still very moved when he saw his wife's extremely concerned and serious eyes. She nodded solemnly, and responded equally earnestly—"Yeah!"

When she left Ji's house, she was already prepared to face all the public opinions, and these were nothing.

...

When it was time to get off work, Cheng Ji'an rode home again by himself, still paying attention and observing the surrounding movement from time to time.

And when she was not far away, looking at the vehicle following in the rearview mirror, her heart stopped again.

Still the black Audi!

Her heart was pounding, and she had doubts in the morning, but now she has no doubts - how could there be such a coincidence!

But why does it follow her? Who are the people inside?

Is that Yin Xudong?

Cheng Ji'an drove forward, but his heart was quiet again.

It wouldn't be Yin Xudong's, if it were Yin Xudong, it wouldn't be sooner or later, and he wouldn't have to follow her like that at all. The car was not so much following as it was secretly protecting her.

From the time she went to get off work to the end of her work, she kept a sufficient distance. If it wasn't for her guarding her heart, it would be difficult to find out.

But who will protect her?

A name came to mind.

Cheng Ji'an couldn't believe that Ji Chongjun would never do this. He didn't know Yin Xudong, so he might be able to send someone to follow her to protect her every day or two, but if Yin Xudong didn't show up, could he still protect her for a month and a year?

The car had entered the parking lot of the apartment, Cheng Ji'an stopped and locked it, but his mood was still complicated.

When got home and looked through the window, saw that the black Audi stopped for a while on the street in front of the apartment building, and drove past quickly, not knowing where it went.

That night, Cheng Ji'an had trouble sleeping.

...

The next morning, Cheng Ji'an got up early, packed up and went out again.

The time was seven ten in the morning, twenty minutes earlier than she usually went to work.

I put on my helmet, drove out of the apartment door, and looked in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the black Audi reappeared, less than a minute behind.

It stopped not far, just in front of the apartment building diagonally opposite.

Cheng Ji'an drove forward, and it always kept the same distance. The traffic on the street in the early morning was more sparse, so the goal was more obvious.

Cheng Ji'an pursed her lips and made a decision, so when she was about to pass Wutong Street, her battery car tilted and fell to the right. She hurried down, but her feet were already twisted. She held the battery car with one hand, took off her helmet and covered her feet with the other, but kept her eyes fixed on the direction in the rearview mirror.

The car stopped quickly, and at a place more than ten meters behind her, it seemed to be hesitating and did not continue to move forward.

Cheng Ji'an let go of the battery car that had been supported, turned around and walked towards the car.

Quick steps, no signs of injury.

He walked to the car and slammed the door open.

"Why are you following me!" he asked sharply.

He was greeted by a man full of muscles but with a panic-stricken face. He was in his twenties, with a familiar face, but he couldn't remember where he had met him.

After all, it was at Ji's house.

"Did Ji Chongjun ask you to follow me?" she asked again, her voice softening.

The man was even more panic-stricken, shaking his head again and again, "Madam, I didn't follow you!" After speaking, he wanted to slap himself.

President Ji asked him to follow his wife around the clock to protect her safety, and reminded him to try not to let her find out if there was no accident, but why did he leak it!

Who knew that his wife would find out that he had cheated so quickly! He was hesitating whether what was going on in front of him was an accident or not if he wanted to go up and help. Who knew that she turned around and rushed over and opened the car door. He didn't leave or didn't leave, he was scared to death!

"Madam, I'm just passing by. If you have nothing to do, I'll go first!" After that, the man stretched out his long arms and closed the door, and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator to leave. After walking for a while, he slapped himself again, how could he be so stupid.

Cheng Ji'an watched him leave, but his eyes were very calm, and all the answers were revealed, no more doubts.

Stepping forward, getting on the battery car again, and looking forward again, the car has already driven into the street in front. When the battery car passed by, no accident, the car was in the street. And not long after she passed by, it was the same as before, slowly emerging and slowly following.

Although it was discovered, the task of escorting safety still had to be completed.

Cheng Ji'an glanced at it, but finally didn't look again.

...

I rode to the museum in a complicated mood, and there were a few people around the door. Cheng Ji'an thought they were still continuing the topic of yesterday, so he nodded and went in alone.

Fifteen minutes before work, many people have come. They still greeted each other when they met face to face, but they returned to normal without the alienation and politeness of yesterday.

Cheng Ji'an's heart gradually relaxed, which was much shorter than she thought.

While walking to the painting and calligraphy department, a person suddenly rushed out of the door when he passed the brocade department. The two sides did not expect it. Cheng Ji'an was hit and stumbled, and that person also nearly fell first.

Cheng Ji'an did not offer condolences. That person was none other than Yin Xudong's mother, Zhu Minrong.

Zhu Minrong was stunned for a moment when he saw her, but soon he just said, "Xiaocheng, I'm so sorry. I have something to do. I'll go first." After speaking, he hurried out without waiting to speak. go.

Her expression was unprecedentedly anxious, holding her bag in one hand and her mobile phone in the other, walking fast, as if something had happened.

Cheng Ji'an was a little surprised, but soon turned around and left.

After cleaning the office, drinking water to make tea, and finishing it, it's almost time for work.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside.

"What? Teacher Zhu's son was arrested? What happened?"

"It was a gathering of people to gamble. Isn't that little Dai a neighbor of Teacher Zhu? His mother just called to tell him. He said that he was arrested last night. Two years, hurry up and inform the family! Didn't Mr. Zhu hurriedly ask for leave to go back just now, just received a call..."

While talking outside, Cheng Ji'an was checking the brushes on the pen holder, but he was a little stunned when he listened.

Yin Xudong was arrested?

Gathering for gambling?

There was a new topic in the museum, and the voices of discussion began to sound again.

It wasn't until the end of get off work that things became clear.

It turns out that Yin Xudong often gathers with people to gamble, and the gambling place is an vacant building located in the suburbs that originally belonged to his grandfather and is now in his name.

He had been gambling there for a long time, and he had been safe and sound, but last night, when he and his friends gathered together to gamble again, he was reported by an unknown person. A large number of police blocked and blocked them, and they were wiped out, and the total amount of gambling funds was more than one million.

Because Yin Xudong was suspected of providing casinos for profit and participating in gambling, he became the most serious target. In addition to fines, he was more likely to be sentenced to imprisonment for less than three years.

Mr. Zhu and the others also looked for people to ask for a relationship to bail them out or to let Yin Xudong get a light sentence, but even if the relationship went deep into the city government, it was useless at all. Someone privately revealed that this was a direct order from above, and that the head of the bureau led people to check it out.

All the stories were revealed, and all the voices gradually changed from amazement to sighTeacher Zhu is just such a son, and if he wants to serve three years in prison, he doesn't know how much he will suffer.

Cheng Ji'an stood inside and listened to the voices outside, but she pursed her lips. A doubt welled up in her heart. Although it was difficult to confirm, it could not be erased.

It was too late for Yin Xudong to be arrested, and he moved directly to the upper level...

It was time to get off work soon, and everyone dispersed and went home.

Cheng Ji'an pushed the car away from the museum, still a little shy. When he was riding his bike to the street, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the black Audi was no longer behind, and there were no other suspicious vehicles.

...

All the way home, prepared a simple dinner, and while eating, picked up phone.

She wanted to make a phone call and ask, but the number on her phone had already been deleted. When she left Ji's house, she was ready to get rid of the one there.

Suddenly, a message popped up at the top of the screen - Du Baosheng asked to add you as a friend.

This is the news on WeChat. She seldom used WeChat before. After she came to the museum, she knew a lot of people, so she re-downloaded WeChat and added a few friends.

I just didn't expect Du Baosheng to add her to WeChat.

It's not surprising why he has her WeChat ID, they all left their phone numbers before the party.

Looking at the application request, Cheng Ji'an was a little embarrassed.

She expected trouble, so she didn't want to accept it.

The phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number, and you didn't have to guess who it was.

It rang twice, but it still picked up.

"Miss Cheng, I'm Du Baosheng. I just added you as a friend on WeChat. Please go through it. I have something to look for. There are a few other teachers. I've met them at the party before. I want to ask you a few questions, Miss Cheng must not refuse..."

Du Baosheng's remarks made her a little confused. She thought it was just his personal behavior, but she didn't expect to involve other people.

Du Baosheng didn't explain much, just hung up the phone after saying a few more words.

The friend request popped up again, Cheng Ji'an thought about it, and clicked to accept.

As a result, after a while, another message popped up—you have been pulled into the Huadu Group.

Just clicked on, and several messages popped up——

Du Baosheng: We welcome Miss Cheng Ji'an. (applaud)

Ding Mingjun: Miss Cheng is alright (applause)

Sun Leda: Hello Miss Cheng, do you remember me? We danced together at the party.

...

Cheng Ji'an was a little confused. After looking through the group members, he found that almost all the people who attended the party together that day were gathered in the group. Zhan Ming was also there, but he didn't speak.

And when the list of group members turned to the bottom, her hand paused, and she found a person's name.

- Ji Chongjun.

She never knew he also had WeChat.

...

In the Ji Group, a voice came from the mobile phone, and when picked it up, it was a message from WeChat.

——You have been pulled into Huadu Group.

Opening the group list, Du Baosheng's name was in front of him.

WeChat is one of the most convenient ways of contacting today. Ji Chongjun also has it on his mobile phone, but it is not often used. Except for those few friends, there is no one else on his WeChat. When he joined Du Baosheng at the beginning, it was also his repeated request at the party, how much he accepted his affection, and it was not easy to refuse.

It was just that he was so rashly pulled into a group that he still felt unhappy.

Just as I was about to quit, a message came - we welcome the arrival of Miss Cheng Ji'an.

The fingers stopped completely.

Opened the member list again, searched in turn, and quickly found her name - Cheng Ji'an.

The avatar is a very simple sketch, but the personal photo album is blank.

Back to the news, the atmosphere inside was very warm, mostly compliments and polite words.

After carefully rummaging, finally found her one among the piles of news.

——Cheng Ji'an: Hello everyone.

Other than that, no words were spoken.

I don't know if the tone is flat or light.

...

Cheng Ji'an responded to everyone's welcome and didn't speak again. With Ji Chongjun there, she didn't know what was the right way, so she could only keep silent.

Looking at the group members again, there is no Gu Youshan, which is somewhat embarrassing.

Although he no longer speaks, he always looks at the screen. The topic no longer continued on her, and after a few turns, it landed on Ji Chongjun.

Someone seemed to have only discovered his existence and said, "It turns out that Mr. Ji is also there. It's really a blessing for three lives to be in the same group with Mr. Ji!"

That person's name: Wan Chunlai, general manager of Baiyue Company.

Many people followed suit.

——I heard about President Ji's name a long time ago. When saw it that day, it was really extraordinary. If could get the guidance of President Ji in the future, Tang would be very grateful!

——Mr. Ji is young and promising, which is really admirable!

——……

But they are all business people.

Some women even responded - President Ji is not only young and promising, but also very handsome, he is more like a star than a star...

——Yeah, Mr. Ji is really perfect...

The news kept flashing, but the topic was all around Ji Chongjun. However, after a long time, Ji Chongjun never responded.

Cheng Ji'an thought that he should not respond.

Entering his profile again, the profile picture is a logo of Ji's, and the profile is blank.

She thought that maybe he didn't use WeChat, and all messages were blocked.

So, she doesn't need to add him.

The finger still stopped, she didn't have his contact information, she was still thinking about adding him as a friend.

——Ji Chongjun requested to add you as a friend.

Suddenly, a message pops up.

Fingers froze completely.

Back to the page, sure enough, the requested message is still there.

He was hesitant to add him before, but now the other party added him first, but Cheng Ji'an was a little hesitant.

In the end, it still clicked through.

The other party didn't send a message for a long time, and Cheng Ji'an didn't know what he was thinking.

There is news in the group.

Du Baosheng: Everyone, listen to me, Mr. Ji is busy with work, so he left first. It is inconvenient to greet everyone, let me apologize to everyone on his behalf, and we will meet again when there is a chance...

This sentence is ambiguous, and no one knows whether it is really Ji Chongjun conveying it on his behalf or Du Baosheng smoothing things out, but in any case, the relationship between Du Baosheng and Ji Chongjun is really not a consensus that everyone can get from it. Someone tried to add his WeChat just now, but he never got a response, and Du Baosheng not only has his WeChat, but also invited him to his party before.

Everyone could not help but value Du Baosheng more.

Du Baosheng looked at the phone, but smiled brightly. Ji Chongjun joined the group, and soon withdrew, so what does it matter.

"Brother Ji, I accidentally added it in just now, I'm really sorry, brother, I just played WeChat, and I still can't get it right..."

...

Cheng Ji'an didn't know the story, but looked at Du Baosheng's words and was a little stunned.

Confirmed members, Ji Chongjun is really no longer inside.

So, after he added his friend, he left the group again...

Why add it? Why don't you talk after adding it? Or just remember her identity as an ex-wife? Cheng Ji'an couldn't ponder his thoughts.

After thinking about it and thinking about it, finally entered a few words.

- "How's the injury on your hand?"

issue, wait. In any case, she has to ask, maybe he will not return.

However, the words "the other party is typing" came quickly on the dialog box.

Cheng Ji'an's heart lifted, she didn't expect that he would really return.

- "It's all right."

It seemed very long, and it seemed very short, and a message came back.

Cheng Ji'an was still a little surprised, as simple as he was. He thought that even if he replied, he would just say, "It's alright."

But don't know what to say, a topic seems to have ended.

I wanted to type some more words, but the words "the other party is typing" was displayed on the dialog box. I stopped quickly, but the other party also stopped.

While waiting, there was another period of silence, and Ji Chongjun did not send another message.

Cheng Ji'an thought about it, and then entered again - "Is the matter of Yin Xudong you..."

The other party came back soon - "Hmm."

The guess was confirmed, Cheng Ji'an's heartbeat missed half a beat. After a long while, he asked again - "How did you know him?"

The other party - "There is surveillance on the street."

Ji Chongjun didn't say any more, Cheng Ji'an looked at the line of words, but his mind was completely turned upside down.

He knew there was surveillance, so he called someone out and found him again. He could use the surveillance video to deal with Yin Xudong, but he didn't.

He chose another way to find out the facts of Yin Xudong's crime, and then convicted him completely through the upper management.

Why do this? If it was only based on the surveillance video, he might be able to sue him for intentional injury, but she would inevitably be implicated in it, and if he was convicted of gathering a crowd for gambling, she could completely stay out of it. And once he was sentenced, she would have no worries. This was the trouble that cut her off at the root.

Therefore, he heard all of Yin Xudong's words that day, and even found out what he did to her, if he couldn't tell.

Cheng Ji'an never doubted these methods. During the two years in the Ji family, she heard too many such things.

Cheng Ji'an should probably be moved. The caring heart in the whole thing is not unmoving, but he is Ji Chongjun, the one who has divorced her.

"Thank you." So in the end, she could only say that.

"The other party is typing" appeared on the dialog box again. He seemed to type for a long time, but in the end it was only two words - "It's okay."

Cheng Ji'an didn't come back, she didn't know what to say.

...

In the Ji Group, Ji Chongjun was leaning on his chair, always looking at the few lines on the phone.

How is your hand?

- It's all right.

——Is the matter of Yin Xudong you...

Um.

thanks.

fine.

The documents on the table were placed, and he was no longer concerned about it. Ji Chongjun just looked at the screen of the mobile phone, and his eyes glowed with warm light.

The lanterns were just on outside, and it was another night.