Xiang Yutian's study has always been a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter. She once secretly wanted to sneak in, but the men at the door were too careful. She had no chance.
She was sure that most of Xiang Yutian's evidence must be here.
Putting the tray on the corner of the desk, Jiang Weiwei walked to the desk and carefully opened the stacks of files on it.
There are surveillance cameras installed in many places in this villa, but Xiang Yutian hates being watched, so surveillance cameras are not installed in places where he often stays.
"Hualong Group."
Jiang Weiwei picked up a file at random and found that it contained some accounts of a certain group.
Hualong Group is the largest foreign enterprise group in China, with a wide range of business projects.
The BOSS behind it is actually Xiang Yutian?
Is he using this kind of syndicate to launder money for himself?
After a rough look through the accounts, there was nothing wrong with the accounts. Jiang Weiwei flipped through a book on the desk. It was open. Xiang Yutian should have been reading it just now...
She had just turned two pages when a bookmark fell out——
It was an apricot-yellow thin wooden bookmark, cut from peach wood and very textured. On it were outlined two powerful pen characters: Miaomiao.
"..."
It's "miao" again.
Jiang Weiwei is very sensitive to these two words, not only because it is her nickname, but also because Xiang Yutian occasionally calls out this name when making love.
He seemed to regard her as this "Miaomiao" stand-in, and he would always call her out uncontrollably when he was forgetful.
Who is he?
Since it could be shouted out on the bed, it probably had nothing to do with the evidence she was searching for, and was just a romantic affair of Xiang Yutian.
Jiang Weiwei thought for a while, put the peach wood bookmark back in the book, and prepared to look through other files to find some clues.
"What are you doing?"
An angry voice suddenly came.
Jiang Weiwei raised his head in surprise and saw Xiang Yutian standing at the door with a sullen face, his eyes staring at her as if he wanted to eat her.
Her hand still stayed on the bookmark.
The peach wood bookmark has a light yellow color and a slight fragrance.
"Master Xiang." Jiang Weiwei said calmly, "I will bring you porridge."
"roll!"
Xiang Yutian roared angrily, and Meteor walked over with steps, his face filled with gloom.
Jiang Weiyi is inexplicable.
"Give it back!"
Xiang Yutian rushed over and snatched the bookmark from her hand. His tall body hit her body like a gust of wind, and he wiped the bookmark in his hand desperately with both hands.
Jiang Weiwei was knocked down and fell onto the chair in front of his desk, pain came over him.
Xiang Yutian wiped the bookmark in his hand over and over again. His originally gentle face was now so gloomy and ugly, his eyes were full of nervousness and anxiety. His thumb wiped the words on the bookmark desperately, as if it was stained with huge stains.
"I didn't get dirty."
Seeing his gloomy expression, Jiang Weiwei decided to explain himself to avoid further disaster.
"Your hand touched it!"
"My hands are not dirty." What was his tone? She just touched it, not intentionally causing harm.
"Just wait for me!"
Xiang Yutian put down his words, and then concentrated on rubbing the bookmark many times. After confirming that it was clean, he carefully put it into the book and tucked it away, as if he were putting down a treasure.
Slender fingers slowly closed the book with nostalgia, and he turned his eyes to look at her. His sinister eyes instantly became terrifying, more fierce and violent than in the church.