Soul Patch

Chapter 218 Is the person dead?

Zhang Meng had a copy of some of the materials from Wenjie Psychological Counseling.

As she watched, she seemed to understand why this young master Wen didn't get involved in the family business.

From a psychological assessment perspective, Wenjie clearly has psychological issues, which have led to memory problems.

Many memories are hidden in his subconscious, and what he remembers is not real; it seems to be something he fabricated himself…

In other words, he cannot distinguish between reality and illusion.

I initially suspected a problem with my mental system, but after undergoing extensive testing at various renowned hospitals, no abnormalities were found in my mental system.

That's when I realized he had a mental illness.

Zhang Meng tossed the psychological assessment report onto the small square table to her right.

I picked up a cup of milk tea from the table and took a small sip.

Just then, the phone on the table rang. She glanced at the number and saw that it was Young Master Shi Wen calling. Suddenly, her mood brightened, and even the milk tea she drank tasted exceptionally sweet.

It's a strange feeling: you're thinking about a man, studying him carefully, and then he calls you.

So she quickly sat up on the sofa, straightened her back, elegantly picked up the phone, cleared her throat, and said with a sweet smile, "Young Master Wen, what are your instructions?"

Wenjie glanced at the accident scene, looked at the intersection that was blocked like a parking lot, and rubbed his chin: "There's a bit of a problem here, can you help me handle it?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and sent Zhang Meng his location on WeChat.

Zhang Meng sent a string of question marks, and looking at those question marks, one could almost feel her frustration.

Of course he was furious; this young master Wen hung up the phone after saying just one sentence.

Her excitement was nipped in the bud before it could even begin to build.

Zhang Meng felt a bit stifled, as if she had been confronted in court but not allowed to speak up in her defense.

Despite her anger, she still went to the wardrobe and began carefully selecting clothes.

First, she habitually picked up a business suit, looked at the black suit, then glanced at the city in the night outside the window, and hesitated before hanging the suit back in the closet.

She chose another black silk dress. The fabric was soft and fit her figure perfectly, making it very comfortable to wear. Most importantly, wearing this dress softened her sharp aura, making her look more gentle and charming.

She then began carefully selecting from the lingerie hanging in the wardrobe, her fingers repeatedly rummaging through the row of bras before cleverly choosing a matching lace-up base layer.

She hummed a song as she took off her pajamas and put on a black silk dress.

She subconsciously adjusted the hem of her skirt; it was a bit short, ending about five centimeters above her knee when she was standing…

Short? What do you mean short? This is just right for tonight's night!

She quickly applied a delicate makeup, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled slightly.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the accident scene, where the traffic congestion had been cleared by the traffic police.

She recognized the license plate of the Land Rover from afar, but the condition of the Land Rover was truly appalling.

She parked the car on the side of the road, stepped out gracefully, and carefully examined the Land Rover whose rear was badly damaged, as well as a Jeep whose front was almost completely dented... She patted her chest and took a deep breath.

She's a renowned lawyer at Leading Law Firm, and her time is very precious.

She sacrificed her rest time, dressed up carefully, and rushed over. Was she here to deal with a car accident?
She pounded her chest, looked around, and tried to find Wenjie so she could complain to him.

What made her even more furious was that Wenjie wasn't even there.

The traffic policeman walked over to her and said, "You're the driver's lawyer, right? He told me to talk to you if he has any issues. You'll handle it for him."

Zhang Meng's meticulously made-up face was now as gloomy as the sky before a storm. She gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Hmm!"

Then he took out his phone from his bag and called Wen Tianyi directly.

Wen Tianyi answered the phone quickly. "Your son has gotten into trouble!" Zhang Meng suppressed her anger, speaking in a businesslike tone as if reporting a routine task.

Wen Tianyi glanced at his wife and saw that she was stretching her arms and legs along with the TV.

He paced back and forth, humming and hawing, as he walked out of the villa and closed the door behind him.

He brought the phone closer and asked, "What trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

"Car accident! The Land Rover is totaled." Zhang Meng said it casually, already imagining Wen Tianyi's furious reaction upon hearing this.

"Oh? Is he alright?" Wen Tianyi asked with concern.

He felt that nothing was wrong, otherwise Zhang Meng would not have sounded like this on the phone. She would have been anxiously telling him: Young Master Wen is injured, he is injured here and there... what is the situation, etc.

Zhang Meng pursed her lips indignantly and said, "Great, they've already left the accident scene!"

"Oh, since you're there, why don't you handle it for him?" Wen Tianyi said, then hung up the phone and turned to go inside.

However, they discovered that the villa door was locked; this type of lock cannot be opened from the outside once it's locked.

He looked down at his phone with a hint of helplessness, then at the door lock, shook his head with a wry smile, and rang the doorbell.

……

“Okay!” Zhang Meng replied stiffly.

After hanging up the phone, she suppressed her anger, took a few photos of the accident scene with her phone, and put on a professional smile as she said to the traffic police officer, "Hello, I am the Land Rover owner's lawyer. Has the liability for the accident been determined? It looks like a very obvious rear-end collision, right?"

The traffic police officer in charge of the accident was a young man in his twenties. Looking at the woman in front of him, whose mood shifted as quickly as turning the pages of a book, he sized her up and said:

"No, the Land Rover driver is fully responsible. He braked suddenly while driving, and it was all recorded on the dashcam of the car behind him."

"Um"

Zhang Meng had regained the coldness and indifference she had shown during the lawsuit, and she understood in her heart: so what if they were fully responsible? What did it matter to the Wen family?

The traffic police officer felt that the woman in front of him was not so easy to deal with, and he might argue with her when it came to determining liability.

Unexpectedly, the other party only responded with an "um" and didn't say a word.

"Okay, let's get this done quickly, I'm in a hurry," Zhang Meng urged.

The traffic policeman glanced at him, handed her a form, and said, "Sign here."

Lawyers have a professional habit of reading every single word on any piece of paper they are asked to sign.

It was dark outside, so Zhang Meng simply sat in the traffic police car, turned on the roof light, and carefully studied the paper she needed to sign under the light.

Just then, the phone rang.

Zhang Meng took out her phone and looked at it, thinking to herself: Wenjie, you're not so bad, at least you know to ask about my situation.

His mood improved, and he answered the phone, "Young Master Wen, what's the matter now?"

"Are the people in the jeep dead?" Wenjie asked calmly, his voice a little hoarse and nasal.

He's smoking right now, and his voice gets a little hoarse whenever he smokes.

Zhang Meng looked into the jeep; there was no one there. He guessed the jeep had been taken to the hospital.

"I don't know, I guess they were taken away by ambulance. It shouldn't be a fatal accident, don't worry," Zhang Meng reassured her.

She thought Wenjie asked this because he was worried that something might happen to the person, which would be considered indirectly causing someone's death, and he would definitely feel uncomfortable about it.

"Whether he's dead or not, help me find out about this person." Wenjie's hoarse voice came through again.

"Investigate what?" Zhang Meng asked, puzzled.

He thought to himself: What kind of logic is this? You hit someone and then they want to investigate the other person, but the other person hasn't even asked to be investigated yet!
(End of this chapter)