Truman

"What are you saying, Chengcheng?" Wen Jie said happily. "Wen Jie's been waiting for this day for ages. I couldn't be happier!"

"This is my last job, so I want to do it well. It'll be a good way to bring things to a proper end." A touch of melancholy crossed Jiang Cheng's troubled face.

In Wen Jie's eyes, it looked as if this promising young man was willing to give up his dreams for her.

"I understand, Chengcheng," Wen Jie said without hesitation. "This time, I'll make sure everything goes perfectly. I won't let you have any regrets."

"Then thank you, Wen Jie," Jiang Cheng replied. "I need to learn some basic information about the client so I can make a proper assessment, so... I'll have to ask you for help."

This time, the group didn't take the elevator either. They went up the stairs, with Jiang Cheng and Wen Jie at the front. The two were practically pressed together, and their overly intimate behavior left the people behind them looking distinctly awkward.

"Is he... is he really that... that indiscreet in his everyday life?" Zhou Tong asked the fat man. After what had happened before, she didn't have a very good impression of Jiang Cheng.

The fat man shot Zhou Tong a sidelong glance. "Watch your words. The doctor isn't being indiscreet. This is his job."

"His job?" Zhou Tong blinked. She had taken part in the operation against Jiang Cheng, so she knew he was a psychologist in real life. But the way he was acting didn't seem remotely like a doctor.

"He's using himself to nourish Wen Jie's barren heart. It's a noble act of sacrifice. I'm sure he's going to use every trick in the book to get useful information out of her—not for