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Qin Hanze calmed himself down and replied, "It's fine, I'll continue driving." Wen Zhizhi only thought that he was too tired recently, so she didn't think too much about it.

When they got home, Wen Zhizhi put the bell around the cat's neck and teased it for a while before returning to her room.

Ever since Qin Hanze had returned, he had turned into his study. Even if Wen Zhizhi was worried about him, she didn't dare to easily barge in. After all, with Qin Hanze's temper, if he said anything more, she would definitely make him unhappy. So she only held her eyelids while waiting for him to come back, only falling asleep in her tiredness. She didn't realize that in the middle of the night, a cold ray of light had been fixed on her through the crack in the door.

The next morning, Wen Zhizhi woke up around six. She found the light still on in Qin Hanze's study room, so she stood at the door and knocked.

"Han Ze, are you there?"

There was no sound from inside, and Wendy thought he might be asleep. She was worried that he might be sick from the cold, so she tried the door.

Eh? The door was open?

Usually, Qin Hanze's study room was locked by him. Without his permission, no one was allowed to enter, not even Wen Zhizhi.

"Creak …" The door was pushed open, and a gust of cold air came out, sending goosebumps up Wen Zhizhi's arm.

"So cold." Wen Zhizhi whispered as she walked into his study.

Monotone black and white adornments covered this room, making it look somewhat stiff and serious. Behind the desk, there was a huge bookcase. It was evident how extensive Qin Hanze's knowledge was.

"Who let you in?"

A cold tone suddenly came from behind her, shocking Wen Zhizhi so much that she immediately turned around and bumped into the desk.

"Pah!"

Qin Hanze's eyes darkened as he saw the picture of himself and his younger brother overturned on the ground. Fortunately, Wen Zhizhi didn't discover the picture on the back of the frame. Instead, he clenched his palms into fists.

"Um, sorry, I'll help you clean it up right away." Because of her carelessness, Wen Zhizhi immediately squatted down to pick up the pieces, but she was unexpectedly stopped by Qin Hanze.

"There's no need, let the housekeeping come and clean up later. Breakfast is ready, let's go down and eat. "

Wen Zhizhi raised her head to look at his face. There was no trace of anger on her face, and she was extremely surprised.

Seeing Qin Hanze turn to leave, Wen Zhizhi immediately followed, silently following beside him. Even at the dining table, they didn't have any interactions, making her think that she had angered Qin Hanze again.

"Then I'll leave first." Wen Zhizhi lowered her head, not daring to look at him. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and left her seat.

"Wait!"

Qin Hanze suddenly called out to her. Wen Zhizhi heard the sound of a chair being moved behind her and turned around.

The cold thin lips pressed down on her forehead, but it only lasted for a moment before it drove away all the complicated feelings in Wen Zhizhi's heart.

"Be careful on the road. I have some matters to attend to today, so I might not be able to pick you up."

"Alright, I understand." Wen Zhizhi looked up at him, then away, with a hint of shyness.

However, in Qin Hanze's eyes, she only thought that she was doing it.

After watching Wen Zhizhi leave, Qin Hanze took out the phone in his pocket, swiped through the contact list a few times, found the appropriate person, and then dialed the other person's number.

"Have you found the person?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready."

After a few words of conversation, Qin Hanze put down his phone. His gaze turned cold and sharp as he stared into the distance.

Wen Zhizhi, who had just left the restaurant, stopped a taxi. She sat in the back seat and looked at her watch. It was still early, so the driver chatted with her for a while.

"Little girl, looking at how young you are, you shouldn't be married yet, right?" the middle-aged driver's uncle asked as he turned the steering wheel to the right.

"Hmm, not yet." Speaking of marriage, Wen Zhizhi couldn't help but recall Qin Hanze's words about marrying her, and her heart began to race.

The driver saw Wen Zhizhi's expression through the car mirror and laughed heartily. Then he said, "It looks like you must have a crush on her!" Like my daughter, she giggled every day at her cell phone, asking if she had a boyfriend, hesitating to tell us, and finding an excuse to say something about seeing people in person. "You bunch of youngsters, how can you compare to the people from our era?"

Wen Zhizhi smiled without saying a word and turned her head to look out of the window.

"Ai ai ai!" The driver slammed on the brakes, causing Wenzhi to accidentally be hit on the chest by the chair in front of her.

Wen Zhizhi covered the place where she had been knocked over and gently rubbed it a few times. Then, she shifted her gaze to the front.

Looking at the silhouette that disappeared in the blink of an eye, Wen Zhizhi's heart suddenly stopped. She rubbed her eyes and tried her best to look in that direction, but there was no trace of her.

How could it be so similar!

Pure white shirt, light blue wash cowboy, and a pair of fashionable sports shoes were Qin Hanyan's usual clothes in school. They were clean and sunny, a warm boy's school grass that could make a girl dizzy for an instant.

Looking at the familiar figure, Wen Zhizhi was the first to feel surprised, but she also felt a strong sense of guilt.

Ever since that incident, she had been inquiring about him, but it was as if Qin Hanyan had vanished into thin air. No matter how hard she tried, she could not find him.

"Little girl, are you alright?" The concern of the driver called back Wen Zhizhi's thoughts.

"Ah?" "Uh, it's fine. You can continue driving."

The driver only mumbled a few sentences and didn't say anything else. He reminded himself that it was better to focus on driving in the future, otherwise, if there were any deaths, he would go to jail.

Wen Zhizhi's movements were constantly recorded by the car monitor. The long-distance monitor, Qin Hanze, stared fixedly at her face, unwilling to let go of every change she made.

After taking a taxi to school, Wen Zhizhi felt that her heart inexplicably sped up, and subconsciously, the panic that she felt when sitting still surged up to her chest.

"Teacher Wen, you don't look too good today?" She was greeted with concern by her colleagues in the office, and to make sure no one was worried, she found an excuse to excuse herself.

At lunchtime, Wendy was preparing to pack her things for lunch when she was told that there was a package in the security room that needed to be signed and collected immediately.

After receiving it, she carried it back to the office, where, when no one was there, she took the carving knife from the drawer and cut open the seal attached to the opening.

Inside was a piece of paper and her most familiar ring.

Zhizhi, I'm in so much pain right now, did you forget me when you didn't come to see me?

The handwriting on the slip of paper was exactly the same as the handwriting on Qin Hanyan's hand, but the item was collected too suddenly. She thought that it might be someone's prank, so she didn't mind too much and placed the received item on the lower left corner of the table, along with her personal belongings and locked it with a key.

"There isn't the slightest change in your emotions, Wenzhi. Your heart is really quite vicious!" Qin Hanze's fists angrily smashed on the desk, causing half of the water in the teacup to spill out.