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Chapter 51: If It's Her

When He Mingjue entered, Ye Yuwei was sitting by the window sill with her back to him. Her clothes were very thin and she was slumped on the floor.

The night breeze was a bit cool, blowing in from the window sill and lifting the blue curtains.

He Mingjue frowned slightly and subconsciously walked up to close the door, but Ye Yuwei's voice rang out at this moment.

"You knew already?"

He Mingjue looked at the woman's back and understood what she was talking about.

Nothing more than the truth.

The man was silent, but he clearly heard the sound of Ye Yuwei sniffing slightly, "Ming Jue, I know you will definitely protect her, but this is a fact. I am still the woman you love most, Wen Xi.

He did it!"| Accusing, He Mingjue looked at the woman's slightly trembling back and wanted to speak, but could not stop Ye Yuwei's increasingly shrill voice.

"They blocked me in the alley, there were many of them, and they tore off my clothes. They, they..."

Talking about the excitement, He Mingjue subconsciously thought that Ye Yuwei would be like before, pulling his hair desperately because he lost control.

"Yu Wei..."

He wanted to walk up, but the picture of Ye Yuwei losing control in his imagination did not happen.

"Ming Jue, do you know? This is a nightmare that I can't escape from in my life. I feel like I died in that nightmare and I feel like I can't come back." With a sneer, Ye Yuwei continued.

, "I didn't expect that God really liked to play tricks on me. Those beasts would actually send me to the hospital!"

This statement is certainly not a simple narrative.

It's not that He Mingjue couldn't understand the meaning of Ye Yuwei's words. If Wen Xihe's humanity has been completely wiped out, it is naturally impossible. In Ye Yuwei's words, her meaning was expressed very clearly.

In her words, Ye Yuwei was just a woman trying to steal the man she loved away. In other words, Ye Yuwei's existence made Wen Xihe not confident enough in her relationship with He Mingjue.

sense of crisis.

In Ye Yuwei's words, she just wanted to destroy Ye Yuwei, not her death.

Therefore, Ye Yuwei was sent back after being gang-raped.

In this way, the most contradictory part of the whole thing will no longer be contradictory.

The woman sitting in front of the window with her back to him was crying uncontrollably, and her body was trembling in front of He Mingjue.

At that moment, He Mingjue felt that his chest was blocked by a large amount of stones like never before, weighing him down so much that he could hardly breathe.

"I know her!"

He Mingjue exhaled and whispered to the woman on the window sill.

After more than twenty years of relationship, it would be a joke to say that He Mingjue didn't know Wen Xihe well enough. Subconsciously, he had always denied letting himself believe that what happened to Ye Yuwei was entirely due to Wen Xihe's planning.

However, he was not completely suspicious of Ye Yuwei, a woman who looked exactly like Wen Xi.

And now.

The strange text messages on Wen Xihe's cell phone, the nude photos of Ye Yuwei, and the appearance of Ye Yuwei who was gang-raped in the hospital made He Mingjue's entire thoughts fall into chaos.

He didn't want to believe that these facts were related to Wen Xihe. But the truth was in front of him, and he was not firm enough to deny it.

Ye Yuwei, who was sitting on the window sill, heard the words and let out an almost inaudible laugh. The laughter clearly contained a bit of disappointment and sadness.

"I have expected this answer a long time ago." She seemed to sigh, but she did not turn around.

"you go!"

Throughout the whole day, He Mingjue never appeared again since he left the company and went to the hospital.

It wasn't until after dinner time that the sound of a car engine came from outside the courtyard, and Wen Xihe finally saw He Mingjue's extremely tired face.

"Why so late?"

Wen Xihe walked up to him naturally and took the coat that He Mingjue had taken off. Watching He Mingjue sigh slightly and walk to the sofa in the living room, she turned around and walked out, "I'll let the kitchen cook something for you!"

After walking a few steps, He Mingjue held her hand. He pulled her towards the sofa, and the two sat down next to each other. Only then did Wen Xihe realize that there were wrinkles between the man's eyebrows that could not be stretched.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Xihe didn't often see such a tired look on He Mingjue's face, so she couldn't help but feel worried. She reached out to test the temperature of his forehead and also frowned.

"Did something happen to Miss Ye?"

After she finished speaking, Wen Xihe could clearly feel He Mingjue's body stiffening. The look on his face when he quickly turned back to look at her made her heart thump.

"What happened?" she continued to ask, not noticing the hidden turmoil in the man's heart.

He didn't speak, but looked at her again with an expression that she could never see through, as if he was pondering and examining her.

Wen Xihe's heart suddenly felt as uncomfortable as a cat's claws. She bit her lip and tried to stand up in anger.

The man went to hold her hand, pressed her down on the sofa, and spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words.

"Xixi, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Wen Xihe was slightly stunned. Her heart suddenly crossed Lan Lingzhou's face and felt the pain for the first time. She wanted to tell He Mingjue.

"My first time was with you, not Lan Lingzhou. I have always been your woman, never anyone else's!"

But she never said it out loud.

The naked look on the man's face confirmed her suspicion that his abnormality had nothing to do with Lan Lingzhou's first time with her.

Before nodding, she shook her head slightly, and her hand gently covered the man's hand, "Ajue, what's wrong with you? Tell me, okay?"

Such He Mingjue always makes Wen Xihe feel irritated and uneasy for no reason. She is eager to jump out of that uneasy circle, but he can always easily drag her in again.

The temperature of the man's hand was a bit cold. Wen Xihe subconsciously rubbed his hand a few times, but received no response. She couldn't help feeling aggrieved and subconsciously wanted to take back her hand.

The big hand that had never responded suddenly reached out and took her hand and held it in his palm.

Still with a cold temperature.

"Xixi, Yuwei is sick!"

Wen Xihe turned around, feeling more and more that He Mingjue's face was gloomy and terrifying, and her face also became serious. She sat next to him and held his little hand.

"What's wrong? Is it serious?"

Looking at his expression, Wen Xihe unconsciously clutched her chest, always feeling that He Mingjue's emotions were vaguely related to Ye Yuwei's.

"Is she okay now?"

In the man's eyes as he looked at her, an ink-colored vortex slowly flowed. Wen Xihe couldn't tell what that emotion was called, but she felt inexplicably nervous and unconsciously grasped He Mingjue's hand.

He just looked at her without saying a word.

"Tell me, what happened to her?"


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