The green camphor tree has a deep view

A black G-Class was parked in the back alley of the old staff dormitory of F University. The old and mottled exterior walls of the community did not match the luxury car very well. The narrow alley was mostly blocked by the front of the car, attracting passers-by to look over here frequently.

Wen Qing jumped out of the car and waved to Song Jingshen: "Drive away quickly, don't affect others walking."

"Let's meet here next time, don't forget the time." Song Jingshen said.

Wen Qing said "hmm" without looking at him. She just motioned him to hurry up. Seeing the unhappy expression on his face, she repeated the time they had agreed on in advance: "Saturday at 4 pm. I remember that."

The man nodded with satisfaction, turned the steering wheel, and slowly turned out of the alley.

Watching the red taillights going away, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the back door of the community. Her feet felt light and fluttery, as if she had just had a dream, her mind was hazy and she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

First, she found out about Gu Huaiyuan's feelings for his aunt. Before she could digest the shock of this incident, Song Jingshen got hold of her, and it happened that this handle was related to Gu Huaiyuan...

Wen Qing thought of the photo again - in the hospital corridor, she was crying in Gu Huaiyuan's arms, with one of his hands on her shoulder, and the background of the photo was the window at the end of the corridor - to take that photo, she had to stand at the elevator entrance.

Who came to the hospital that day and happened to be standing at the elevator entrance?

As soon as the thought came to mind, a young and elegant woman's face suddenly popped into my mind: Song Jinghuai!

Wen Qing stopped abruptly, holding the shoulder strap of her backpack tightly in her hands, and felt a chill on her back. That day, she sent her to the elevator and then returned to the ward. Could it be that she didn't leave, but turned around to monitor her?

But why would she do this?

Wen Qing thought about it, but couldn't come up with a reason. She could only think that Jing Huai was working for Song Jingshen. But if that was the case, why didn't Song Jingshen admit it?

He said that if it wasn't his people who were following Gu Huaiyuan, then it must be Jing Huai's people?

Wen Qing felt like her brain was about to explode. She stood on the side of the road, calmed herself down, and made a voice call.

After only a few rings, the other end picked up the phone: "Miss Wen, why did you think of me?"

"I want to ask you something," Wen Qing tried to keep her voice calm, "Is Song Jinghuai following Gu Huaiyuan? What is her purpose?"

There was a long pause over there, and then he asked, "Why don't you just ask Depth of Field? Didn't you follow him?"

"If I follow him today, I might get dumped tomorrow. I'm not that close to him."

There was a chuckle from the other end: "Are you and I very familiar with each other? Miss Wen, you still remember our contract, right?"

"Remember. If you help me find out about this, I can get you what you want."

"So when will you start?"

"He asked me to meet him on Saturday. There will be many opportunities in the future."

"We in the Fang family don't want bad checks," the voice said disapprovingly, "Give me the things first. I don't know how capable you are. How could you rashly touch anyone from the Song family?"

"...Okay." Wen Qing pursed her lower lips and said word by word, "Mr. Fang, please don't break your promise."

"Of course, our Fang family has always been honest and trustworthy. Just now in the restaurant, didn't I protect you?" In the antique private room, Fang Ziming sat upright on the high-back chair where Wen Qing had just sat, playing with a small bowl on the eight-immortal table - the one containing the drunken crab.

"Well...thank you." Wen Qing said.

"You're welcome." Fang Ziming said, "I'm helping you for nothing. But it's hard to say whether you can hold on until the moment when Song Jingshen lets down his guard."

"I'll try my best." Wen Qing held the microphone tightly, her fingertips turning white, "No, I will definitely... persevere and succeed."

"Everyone can say nice things," Fang Ziming chuckled, "For so many years, Song Jingshen hasn't had a regular female companion. All the clues I laid before have fallen through. They were all capable women." He paused, as if reminiscing about the past. "This time, it's unexpected that he would fall for a pure woman like you. Even if you can persist, it's hard to say whether he can always be nice to you. So I have to remind you, Miss Wen."

"Remind you of what?" Wen Qing asked.

"Don't be fooled by his gentleness. Although he is ruthless and heartless, he is very good at dealing with women. All the women who followed him in the past could not forget him, and were even willing to be used by him as reverse spies until they were dealt with by the enemy."

Wen Qing shuddered: "Clean up, what does that mean?"

"Some left Jiangcheng, and some...disappeared from the face of the earth."

"What about him? How did he react? Did he just let it go?" Wen Qing couldn't help but ask.

"How could he react?" Fang Ziming said with a smile, "Those women approached him with a purpose in mind. They were foolish enough to be used by him. Who can they blame?"

Wen Qing was silent, feeling a chill in her heart.

"Miss Wen? Are you still listening?" A man's voice came from the microphone and asked with a smile. The voice was like a snake, drilling into Wen Qing's heart and causing waves of chills.

"I'm listening." She responded reluctantly.

"Remember what I told you, don't get too close to him. You have no background in Jiangcheng. Once something goes wrong, even if I want to save you, the Song family may not forgive you." The man continued, "As long as you work for me, I can at least make sure you get away and never be found by Song Jingshen again."

"Okay." Wen Qing said, "I hope you can keep your promise."

"Of course, the Fang family does have this ability, otherwise how could they play with the Song family for so long."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing walked home dizzily, with scenes of memories flashing through her mind.

At that cultural performance, Yin Xiaoxiao asked her for two tickets to the venue, and Song Jingshen gave her a pass and asked her to use it to ask the organizer to arrange a seat.

That day, when Wen Qing was waiting backstage, she saw a man walking towards her from afar.

"Are you Wen Qing?" the man asked softly, with a smile in his slender eyes.

"I am." Wen Qing responded, "You are..."

"I'm Fang Ziming, the sucker who paid for this show." The man said with a smile, "Song Jingshen gave you his ID, didn't he?"

"...Yes." Wen Qing stood up quickly and wanted to show him the ID in her bag. There was a photo of Song Jingshen on the ID, and in order to avoid suspicion, she had kept it in her bag, waiting for Yin Xiaoxiao to come before taking it out.

"No need to look." Fang Ziming said, "He gave me your photo, and I was following the clues." He took out his cell phone and shook it.

"My photo?" Wen Qing was a little depressed. No one wants their photo to be given to others casually.

"ID photo." Fang Ziming smiled, "I didn't invade your privacy."

Wen Qing hummed and said nothing more, but she still felt uncomfortable. Even if it was an ID photo, she shouldn't be given to anyone casually. Song Jingshen really had no sense of boundaries, as if she was his appendage and he could do whatever he wanted with her.