Soul Patch

Chapter 219 Deception
After the accident, he went directly to the opposite side of the road and hailed a taxi. He completely blocked this lane, but the oncoming lane was still unaffected.

So he quickly hailed a taxi and had the driver take him directly to the villa area. He then signaled for the driver to pull over.

After paying the taxi fare and getting out of the car, he habitually lit a cigarette, took out his phone, and dialed Zhang Meng's number.

When Zhang Meng asked what he wanted to check, he put the cigarette in his mouth between his fingers and slowly said, "Check if he has any bad records. Lawyers are best at that!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng paused for a moment, and for some reason, these words reminded her of the stack of files at home investigating Wenjie.

"Okay," Zhang Meng replied. She looked at the form in her hand and signed her name at the bottom.

He threw the bill in the car, got out, and said into the phone, "Young Master Wen, where are you now? Don't tell me you've already gone home. Hit-and-run drivers get their licenses revoked, and there are serious penalties."

"Yes, that's why I asked Attorney Zhang to handle it for me. You know... I'm ignorant about the law," Wenjie chuckled dryly as he walked home along the road in the villa area.

Zhang Meng chuckled, shifted her stance, and softened her voice: "Oh? I really didn't know. So how do you plan to thank me? You haven't been to my house in a long time."

Facing the night scene of the car accident, Zhang Meng bit her lip and revealed a wicked smile. This last half-sentence was purely a test.

Because all she knew was that Wenjie had a memory problem, but she didn't know exactly what he remembered or forgot.

She bet that Wenjie himself didn't know either.

Since the assessment report says he can't distinguish between reality and illusion, does it make any difference to him whether something happened or not?
Upon hearing this, Wenjie abruptly stopped in his tracks. He was still more than ten meters away from his villa, and through the gaps in the greenery, he could see the second-floor terrace and part of the blue and white exterior facade of the villa.

He stared at the second-floor terrace, where someone was standing: An Ran.

Why is An Ran not busy in the kitchen at this time, but instead standing on the second-floor terrace in a daze?

At that moment, he didn't have time to think too much, because Zhang Meng's last sentence on the phone was clearly pointed.

Immediately afterward, a dull ache began to throb in his chest. The things he had forcibly suppressed during the day, things he had tried not to think about or recall, suddenly flooded his mind.

Is reality really this ironic?

Huang Dongheng and Yang Shanshan got together, but what kind of relationship will he have with Zhang Meng?

He recalled Zhang Meng's aggressive face and her unforgiving mouth. It seemed that her mouth was always opening and closing to criticize you, making you feel frustrated, as if that was how she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Do not!
impossible!
Even if he were to live a lonely life, he would never like a woman like Zhang Meng.

In this respect, I am different from Huang Dongheng.

I won't eat anything that's delivered to my door.

Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the circumstances of their first meeting. Then he took two deep drags on his cigarette, and as the white smoke billowed out, his voice became hoarse again:
“You were so unfamiliar with me when we met at the police station. That must have been the first time you met me.”

Wenjie used the phrase "this is the first time you've met me," rather than "this is the first time we've met."

In fact, Wenjie had met Zhang Meng many times, but each time was like the first time for her.

Knowing she had made a fool of herself, Zhang Meng said sullenly, "Hehe, why is Young Master Wen suddenly so serious? You can take it as an invitation, even if it was just a casual remark!"

invite?
It's more like a trick!
Zhang Meng, a woman driven by revenge, actively approached Huang Dongheng, using her beauty to seduce him, and Huang Dongheng readily agreed. This ambiguous relationship between them lasted for three years.

If she can do something like this, what else is she incapable of doing?
Life trajectories can be altered, events can be changed, but human nature cannot be changed. Cheng Xiaohui, this murderer and robber, can fabricate accusations and smear him out of thin air during police questioning over a mere verbal altercation.

Wenjie said with disgust into the phone, "Thanks for the invitation, but I've had too much to do today and I'm a bit tired. Send me the information you find about that person!"

It's best not to offend the lawyer, especially since Wenjie still needs to use Zhang Meng.

So his refusal was a polite way of saying no. Zhang Meng hadn't expected Wen Jie to be so polite, but politeness also meant a sense of unfamiliarity and distance.

She sighed, her voice softening, "Okay, I've tried my best to help you investigate."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the bustling traffic on the road beside her, with only her car and three other dilapidated vehicles parked on the side of the road, as if they had lost their way and were stranded.

A sense of loneliness washed over her. By day, she was Attorney Zhang at Leading Law Firm, respected by clients, courteous to colleagues, enjoying a thriving career and a gradually improving material life. But whenever night fell, she felt so lonely that even her shadow seemed to drift away from her.

The traffic police officer came over and handed her back a signed form.

It seemed there was an extra signature next to where she should have signed. It was too dark to see clearly, so she leaned closer and used her phone to illuminate the space to see that the name was: Zhou Yachao.

She pointed to the signature and asked the traffic police, "Is this the owner of the Jeep?"

"right"

"What about people?"

"While you were on the phone just now, you came over to sign the accident liability determination and left in a hurry."

"Oh," Zhang Meng watched the tow truck slowly pull the jeep away and asked, "Can we leave now?"

Having received confirmation from the traffic police that she would arrive, she sniffed, hugged her shoulders tightly, and got into her car.

Sitting in the car, watching the tow truck drive away, the traffic police car drive away, and countless cars around her flashing their lights as they drove away... it seemed that only she was left behind, not knowing where to go.

She took out the makeup mirror from her bag and realized that her carefully applied makeup had somehow smudged. She pulled out a wet wipe and vigorously rubbed her face with it.

The tissue was stained with a mixture of red, black, pink, and brown, turning the once-white tissue dirty. She tossed it away on the passenger seat with disgust.

Looking at myself after wiping off my makeup, my features weren't as refined, and even my eyes seemed to have lost some of their sparkle.

She touched her cheek, gently stroking her smooth eyes and forehead... Perhaps aging will come sooner than love.

So what?

Thinking this, she smiled brightly at herself in the mirror, tossed aside the makeup mirror, and started the car.

As the car slowly drove onto the highway, she felt a surge of strength within her. She took out her phone, quickly dialed a number, and turned on the car's Bluetooth, so the phone's ringtone was a bit loud.

"Hello! Good evening, Attorney Zhang!" A deep, husky male voice came through the phone after it was answered, and with the Bluetooth speaker, the sound filled the entire car.

"Mr. Wang, can you help me investigate someone..."

(End of this chapter)