A well-intentioned deed "wrongly placed," Chen Yan silently shook his head, then decided to read a novel and sleep, ignoring her.
Thinking this, Chen Yan opened the novel he often read and silently began to read...
...
Unbeknownst to Chen Yan, right on the other side of the wall from him, a "young wife" writer who did not want to reveal her name was patiently retrieving pieces of paper from a trash bag and searching for clues.
Possibly because the search had been long and tiring, she bit her lip and continued to examine each scrap of paper while murmuring, "The time to trade those stocks the uncle gave me is the day after tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, I need to make a decision and transfer the money in advance."
"So tonight, I must determine if it is Chen Yan or not."
"If it's not Chen Yan, and I lose that 30 million... how will I face Qiao Qiao..."
Thus, under the dim candlelight, Yang Nuannuan continued to search through the pieces of paper.
Half an hour, one hour, two hours...
