The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu held Xia Beiqing’s wrist and raised his head slightly. His entire body was as soft as a puddle of water, and he looked at him with an unbearable gaze.

Xia Beiqing leaned over and kissed Shen Zhiyu on the cheek. He coaxed him gently, “Be good, it’ll be done soon.”

Pulling the lamp --

The tadpoles looked for their mother. The tadpoles swam and swam, and they suddenly found a hole. There was gurgling water inside. would their mother be inside? They scrambled to get in and swam into the hole.

The next day.

The sun shone on his face, bringing with it a strong warmth. Shen Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes and turned his head. He realized that the bed was empty. Just as he was about to move, he felt a tearing pain all over his body.

He was really old and could not keep up with the young man’s physical strength.

As if he had heard the movement, Xia bei ran to the door and stuck out his small head. He smiled brightly at Shen Zhiyu and said, “Shen Laoshi, you’re Awake?”

”...”

Shen Zhiyu was inexplicably annoyed.

He was lying on the bed, and it was difficult for him to even move. However, the young man was full of vigor, and he moved freely without any signs of fatigue.

Xia Beiqing walked in and said pitifully, “I want to cook something for teacher Shen, but I don’t even know how to use the kitchenware.”

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said in a hoarse voice, “Let’s order takeout.”

“Okay.”Xia Beiqing sat down by the bed and reached out to get close to Shen Zhiyu’s face. He gently rubbed the corner of his red and swollen eyes and said, “Teacher Shen, you cried so loudly last night.”

Shen Zhiyu’s face instantly turned red. “Shut up, you’re not allowed to say anything!”

Xia Beiqing pursed her thin lips obediently and bent down to hold Shen Zhiyu’s head. “You’re not allowed to say anything, teacher Shen is the most shameless!”

It was already noon, and Xia Beiqing ordered takeout. Shen Zhiyu didn’t have much of an appetite, so he casually ate a little.

After filling his stomach, Xia Beiqing carried Shen Zhiyu to the living room, and the two of them curled up on the sofa to watch a movie.

The whole weekend, they were practically glued together, not even leaving the door.

--

On the weekend, Yun Ci brought Jun Duonuan to Gu Jingwen’s place for a free meal. Jun Duonuan was jumping around in the apartment, making Gu Jingwen’s head hurt from all the noise.

In the evening, Gu Jingwen finally sent the two ancestors away. He collapsed on the sofa and didn’t want to move when his phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

After the call was connected, gu jingwen asked weakly, “Who is it?”

The person on the other end chuckled, “Doctor Gu, don’t you remember me so quickly? I’m Doctor You, who performed an autopsy on Miss Lin four years ago.”

Gu Jingwen suddenly sat up, his eyes widened, and he gripped his phone tightly, “You’re looking for me... What’s the matter?”

“Let’s talk about it in person.”

It was getting late. Gu Jingwen casually put on a coat and rushed out of the apartment.

When he arrived at the coffee shop that they had arranged to meet at, he saw a middle-aged man sitting in a corner from afar. Four years ago, it was this Doctor You who performed an autopsy on Lin ran. He told everyone that Lin ran died from his hypnosis, and that was it.., he was convicted of the crime.

Gu Jingwen clenched his fists. His footsteps were as heavy as lead as he slowly walked over. When he saw this familiar face, he could hardly breathe.

Doctor you smiled at him. “Doctor Gu, it’s been a long time since we last met.”

Gu Jingwen pulled out a chair and sat down. He was not in the mood to chat with him. “Just say it. What do you want from me?”

Doctor you did not say anything. He handed a document to Gu Jingwen.

Gu Jingwen took it and opened the document. He was surprised to see the autopsy report. Lin ran’s name was listed in the column.

He furrowed his brows.

This was Lin Ran’s autopsy report. Why was he showing him this?