Unbridled, Depraved

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Qianhe and Shen Qianyu had moved to Xie's house for nearly half a month.

Ever since returning from Shen's house that day, Xie Jincheng has been like a wound-up spring, leaving home early and returning late every day.

Shen Qianhe was not only busy collecting evidence of his mother's disappearance, but also had to take time out to go to the studio to prepare for the September art exhibition. The two of them hardly spoke a word to each other all day.

At first, Shen Qianhe felt quite satisfied with this kind of life.

After all, she still felt a little pressured facing Xie Jincheng.

But after a long time, she felt something was wrong.

As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell...

I always feel like something is missing in married life.

A little boring.

One afternoon, she made an appointment with a private detective to meet at a private restaurant on the outskirts of the city.

This place is quite remote, but the decoration is nice. Shen Qianhe likes the food in this restaurant very much.

The setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the warm wooden floor of the box, creating mottled light and shadows.

Shen Qianhe arrived early. She was wearing a sky blue dress. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her movements, highlighting her gentleness and elegance.

Led by the waiter, she entered the private room that had been reserved in advance, closed her eyes, and waited for someone to come.

There was a ringing of a bell at the door and a man walked in.

He is Wei Guan, the private detective who took over the case of Xu Shuqin's disappearance.

Wei Guan looked about the same age as Xie Jincheng, about 30 years old. He was tall and straight, wearing a neat suit, with a three-dimensional bone structure, deep contours of eyebrows, eyes and nose, handsome, elegant and refined.

"Miss Shen?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the woman sitting by the window.

She had long, smooth hair draped over her shoulders, and although her eyes were covered by sunglasses, her beauty could not be concealed.

"Wei Guan." The man stretched out his hand.

"Hello Mr. Wei, I am Shen Qianhe."

The two shook hands, exchanged a few simple greetings, and then sat down.

Wei Guan took out a sorted file from the briefcase he carried with him and handed it to Shen Qianhe.

Looking at this file, he gave Shen Qianhe a brief review of the case of Xu Shuqin's disappearance.

Ten years have passed since Xu Shuqin disappeared. Shen Wenyuan requested to withdraw the case without collecting enough information. It is not easy to trace the clues from ten years ago.

Shen Qianhe flipped through the files and found an undisclosed clue inside.

This clue revealed that Xu Shuqin made a 30-second phone call to Shen Wenyuan on the fifth day of her disappearance.

It was after this phone call that Shen Wenyuan went to the Public Security Bureau to withdraw the case, on the grounds that Xu Shuqin had run away from home, not missing.

The backup recording of the phone call was saved in a USB flash drive. Shen Qianhe's fingers trembled slightly as he inserted the USB flash drive into Wei Guan's laptop, took a deep breath, and pressed the play button.

The first 10 seconds of the audio are chaotic noises. Until the 12th second, a familiar and warm voice breaks the silence:

"Wenyuan, I'm leaving. Don't come looking for me. I'm doing well now. You don't need to worry about me. You have to take good care of Qianhe and Qianyu. I owe you..."

Before he could finish his words, the recording stopped.

Shen Qianhe couldn't help but tear up when she heard her mother's familiar voice.

If she had not experienced what happened in her past life, she would probably believe through this recording that her mother ran away from home on her own.

But the fact is, in her previous life, she had heard Lin Rou say with her own ears that her mother Xu Shuqin was sold to a poor mountain village.

When Shen Qianhe thought of what Lin Rou said at that time and what his mother had gone through over the years, his heart felt like it was torn apart.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wei, I need to go to the bathroom."

After saying goodbye politely, Shen Qianhe picked up her small bag and hurried towards the bathroom.

As soon as she went out, Shen Qianhe's cell phone rang. She pressed the answer button and a man's lazy voice came from the receiver.

"Mrs. Xie, where are you?"

Shen Qianhe didn't want Xie Jincheng to know what she was investigating, so she casually mentioned a place.

"In the studio."

"with who?"

"I'm alone, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly miss you."