349: Chapter 349: The Photo in the Wallet 349: Chapter 349: The Photo in the Wallet “No, absolutely not, I swear.” Ye Shikai imdiately raised three fingers, speaking earnestly.
“Really?
You better not be lying to .” Su Qingyu’s face slightly changed, and her seemingly gentle voice actually made Ye Shikai shiver with cold.
Despite his professional training in resisting interrogation, he was utterly helpless against Su Qingyu.
“Of course…
I wouldn’t.
If you don’t believe it, you can ask… Ailina, she knows my situation.” Ye Shikai thought for a long ti and finally ca up with an excuse; Ailina, you’d better help cover this lie when the ti cos.
“Ask her, haha, she already told about your acquisition of the Wu Family’s shares.” Su Qingyu sneered coldly, making Ye Shikai extrely awkward; Ailina actually sabotaged him, to think that she would side with Su Qingyu after staying in Tianya Group for so long.
“Ah, what a misstep.” Ye Shikai couldn’t help but murmur softly.
“A misstep in what.”
“Misstep…
It’s just that, and yet you still deliberately ask.” Ye Shikai couldn’t help but complain.
“Hmph, what I’m asking now is whether you still have any private savings; otherwise…
I might ask Ailina to see if she knows anything.” It seed Su Qingyu was determined to conduct a “thorough investigation”.
“Wait a mont.” Ye Shikai quickly stopped her, then very reluctantly took out his wallet and handed it over.
“Alright, here, take it all.”
Su Qingyu glanced at Ye Shikai and slowly opened his wallet, scoffing coldly, “Yo, Mr.
Ye, a Centurion Black Gold Card, even I don’t have such a card.
You really are rich, and here I was worried that you had no money to spend.”
“You never let look into your wallet either.” Ye Shikai couldn’t help but retort, only to be fiercely glared at by Su Qingyu.
This Centurion Black Gold Card was exclusive to Ye Shikai, even having his initials on it; it couldn’t be faked, and Su Qingyu recognized it imdiately.
In Yanjing, aside from so large expenses, Ye Shikai rarely used this card.
Su Qingyu skimd the wallet, which besides a few credit cards from banks and so cash, didn’t contain much else; Ye Shikai usually didn’t spend much money and had no inclination towards decorative hobbies.
His wallet was tidy.
Suddenly, Ye Shikai seed to rember sothing and dramatically changed his expression, lunging forward at the sa mont Su Qingyu, examining the wallet, flipped to the last compartnt.
It was a photo, with a young girl and a boy, seemingly taken on a sports field.
Su Qingyu was just about to take a closer look when a large hand reached over and snatched the entire wallet away.
“What is that?” Su Qingyu said coldly.
“It’s nothing.” Ye Shikai, not knowing what to say at the mont, had a grim expression, showing mixed emotions of worry, sadness, and decisiveness…
“Let see.” Su Qingyu, seemingly realizing sothing, approached Ye Shikai with a stern face and extended her hand, commanding coldly.
“No.” Ye Shikai instinctively yelled, startling Su Qingyu.
At this mont, he seed out of control, his face turning red, and his hand gripping the wallet tightly—more precisely, that photo.
“What are you doing?” Su Qingyu sensed sothing unusual, although she didn’t have much experience in relationships, she wasn’t foolish.
That photo must hold a special aning to Ye Shikai, but considering his current state, Su Qingyu didn’t go forward to snatch it.
“Who is that girl?” Su Qingyu spoke softly.
The girl in the photo was wearing a school uniform, standing on the right side, and though she only glanced once, she recognized that it was Ye Shikai.
As for the girl next to him, Su Qingyu didn’t get a clear view, but she rembered the girl’s stunningly beautiful features paired with a faint smile…
“Qingyu, please don’t ask anymore.” Ye Shikai painfully sat down on the couch, seemingly recalling a past mory.
Sweet, yet bitter.
“Alright then, I won’t press you.
When you’re ready, tell .” Su Qingyu felt a sense of betrayal rising in her heart, but she could also feel Ye Shikai’s profound love; perhaps it truly involved soone unforgettable.
Su Qingyu silently left the room, her heart aching faintly.
As she departed, tears streaked down both of their cheeks…
…
In a basent in Hong Kong.
Refining Mo sat upright at a table, the Desire Splitting Blade quietly resting on it, emitting a pale blue energy.
In the dark surroundings, it took on a sinister air.
At this mont, he was shirtless, his robust muscles perfectly defined, complete with a V-line and eight-pack abs, yet his left arm was conspicuously absent, creating a stark imbalance compared to his right.
Refining Mo slowly opened his mouth, a pale blue energy gradually flowed from the Desire Splitting Blade toward him, seemingly engulfing the energy endlessly like a sewer.
Five minutes later, the energy transfer stopped.
Refining Mo abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze shining like a flashlight with a blue glow, his long black hair disheveled, appearing dreadfully ghostlike.
“Bang.” At that mont, the basent door suddenly burst open, a woman dressed in a black bodysuit slowly walked in.
“Rong Yuan told you wanted to see ,” Refining Mo took a deep breath, seemingly controlling the foreign energy within his body as he spoke faintly to the woman before him.
“Yes, Mr.
Refining Mo,” the woman responded, then glanced at Refining Mo’s left side and said softly, “Sir, you’re missing an arm, it does make you look incomplete.”
“Whoosh.” Refining Mo’s body moved abruptly, and in the next second, his large hand was around the woman’s neck, upon closer examination, the deep blue veins looked incredibly sinister and terrifying.
“I could easily kill you, but I choose to hear you out before deciding,” Refining Mo said coldly, anger latent beneath his complexion.
The woman definitely touched a nerve, losing an arm due to Ye Shikai was not just a physical injury to Refining Mo, but an emotional and spiritual trauma as well.
And at this mont, the woman was striking exactly where it hurt most.
“Mr.
Refining Mo, I just wanted to ask if you wanted revenge,” the woman showed no anger, being an assassin, she had long been indifferent to life and death, and she guessed that Refining Mo wouldn’t kill her.
“Ha ha, revenge, what’s that to you,” Refining Mo replied with a furious laugh, his fierce expression terrifying.
“If you want revenge, I can help you,” the woman said quietly.
“Ha ha, and why would you help , just with your insignificant self?” Refining Mo sneered coldly.
“Mr.
Refining Mo, the Tomb Spirit Organization has deep roots here in Hong Kong.
Since I was able to contact you, do you still doubt the power behind ?”
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