Meanwhile, in a luxurious hotel room, Han Wenqi wore a savage expression as he thrust over a girl like a raging bull, engaged in the most primal of acts.
The girl had turned her face aside, her eyes empty. A crystalline tear slid from the corner of her eye.
Her hands clutched the sheets in silence. She bit her lip tightly without making a sound.
Bzz, bzz, bzz... Just then, the phone at the head of the bed began vibrating violently.
"Ugh..." Han Wenqi shuddered all over and collapsed onto the girl, going still.
Han Wenqi climbed off her, looking thoroughly annoyed. "You filthy bitch. What are you playing at? You're like a corpse."
As he spoke, he answered the phone. "Hello? Have you found Zheng Liang?"
"No, Han," Song Yi's voice came from the other end.
Song Yi sat in his wheelchair, his face anxious as he said, "And his file is gone, too. It's as though Zheng Liang never existed..."
Then he hesitated before continuing, "I had a friend at the police station look into it. Guess what he found?"
"What did he find?" Han Wenqi frowned. He already knew it couldn't be anything good, but he couldn't help asking.
"My friend at the police station said there's no record of anyone by that name," Song Liang said, still shaken. "Li Yichen is way too creepy. Maybe we should just give up."
"Give up? Dream on." Han Wenqi was like a gambler driven mad by his losses.
Then he said darkly, "We'll talk when we meet tomorrow. Let me think first."
After hanging up, he slumped onto the bed and sat in silence for a long time.
Li Yichen was like a demon he couldn't banish from his mind.
On the day they first met, his knee had