Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

"Ms. Shen," Wei Ruolai finally spoke first. He really wanted to know the truth about certain things.

Shen Jinzhen responded softly and waited for the next words.

"What you expected actually happened."

He once thought that he knew Mr. Shen very well and had the same ideals and ambitions as him, but now he is really confused, so he came to find Miss Shen and waited outside for so long.

Shen Jin really doesn't know how to comfort people. The pain he feels when he finds out that he has trusted the wrong person is something that no one can comfort him from, and he can only endure it by himself.

Wei Ruolai, who did not hear a response, smiled bitterly, "Miss Shen, won't you say a word for your brother?"

He wanted to hear Miss Shen argue with him, telling him that his brother was not wrong, that he had seen it wrong, remembered it wrong, and heard it wrong, and that he should just get some sleep, or at worst let Secretary Huang talk about it.

But nothing happened, not even a word of comfort to him.

Shen Jinzhen was silent. Compared with her previous life, the rickshaw driver was not dead, Wei Ruolai was not injured, and the counterfeit currency case was ended ahead of schedule. She had done her best.

"This is the best ending."

Wei Ruolai didn't know what Shen Jinzhen was thinking. He was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "Ms. Shen, did you already guess that this would be the outcome today?"

"Well," Shen Jinzhen nodded slightly, "Vested interests should also be loyal to the party and patriotic. But look at this group of people who keep shouting that they serve the people and the country, have they really done any practical politics? They are just making a lot of money under the guise of patriotism."

If this had been said before, Wei Ruolai would have definitely refuted it.

Sir, no, the National Government will also have people like you who have ideals and ambitions.

But what happened today made it impossible for him to be as confident as usual, and even made him feel resentful towards his teacher.

"Then Miss Shen, are you from the Communist Party?"

Wei Ruolai turned his head to look at the person next to him. The breeze blew gently, and her hair blew off her body and brushed against his ears.

There was a moment when Wei Ruolai wanted to blurt out what was in his heart.

But this is really a bit abrupt, as Miss Shen is not short of excellent suitors.

He lowered his eyes and suppressed the slight throbbing in his heart.

"I'm not."

Shen Jinzhen also looked at Wei Ruolai beside her and asked, "Why do you guess so?"

Wei Ruolai thought about what Kang Shaojie had said during the day. Although it was largely a frame-up, it still made him suspicious.

"The National Police Agency said that communists were spotted at the scene."

He slowly spoke the words he heard in his mind, wanting an answer.

If that person was really Miss Shen’s colleague at the military factory, the Police Department would definitely not have added this sentence.

"So you are doubting this," Shen Jinzhen smiled slightly, "Then I can tell you clearly that the man is really from the military factory."

Seeing Wei Ruolai's eyes not completely trusting him, Shen Jinzhen continued, "If you suspect that he is a member of the Communist Party, is it possible to explain that you think staying in the Communist Party will help you realize your life ideals better than staying in the Nationalist government?"

Wei Ruolai fell silent again. He seemed to have lost trust in the Nationalist government, but he wanted to wait and see if Master Shen would only compromise this time and whether he would remain the same in the future.

"Ms. Shen, I am sorry for being so abrupt by asking you to come here today. Please don't tell Mr. about this meeting."

Shen Jinzhen did not take advantage of this to make things difficult for himself and agreed.

When Wei Ruolai was about to leave, he suddenly heard a pleasant voice behind him again, "If what I said that night was not false, would you be willing to -?"