Mu Lingxue turned her head to look at Lin Yi, speechless,
"Wearing a motorcycle helmet inside the house, are you crazy?"
Mu Lingxue rolled her eyes,
"If you’re hot, why are you wearing a fully enclosed motorcycle helmet?"
Lin Yi instinctively tried to scratch his head, but his fingers hit the hard helmet, making a crisp sound.
Mu Lingxue hurriedly stopped Lin Yi, who was about to explain,
"Don’t say anything. If you like it, just wear it. Anyway, I don’t want this helmet anymore."
At this moment, Zhao Ziming suddenly spoke,
"Why can any random person live here?"
Mu Lingxue turned to Zhao Ziming, displeased,
"This is my business, not something for an outsider like you to meddle with."
Just then, Zhang Xinying walked up to Lin Yi,
"Your name is Yi Ling?"
Yi Ling was the fake name Lin Yi used to avoid revealing his identity. When signing the contract, Chen Wei didn’t trouble him for proof of identity, whether intentionally or not.
As for Mu Lingxue, she was completely unaware as well; perhaps it was her absolute trust in Chen Wei, which led her to continue believing Yi Ling was Lin Yi’s real name.
Through the fogged-up visor of the helmet, Lin Yi looked at the figure standing so close to him. Many times he wanted to step forward and hold her.
But to ensure the events unfold as they did in the previous life, Lin Yi had to force himself to suppress these emotions.
Zhao Ziming suddenly came up to Zhang Xinying and said.
Mu Lingxue also walked up,
"Xinying, where are you going?"
Zhang Xinying looked deeply at the somewhat familiar figure in front of her, then tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear as she said to the concerned Mu Lingxue:
"Just going out for a walk."
Although Zhang Xinying said this, Mu Lingxue couldn’t help but worry,
"Are you sure you’re okay?"
Thinking it over, Mu Lingxue still felt uneasy.
"Why don’t I go with you?"
Zhang Xinying smiled and shook her head,
"No need, I’m really fine, I’ll be back soon."
Zhao Ziming then said,
"I’ll wait for you outside."
"Let’s go together, I’ve got nothing to do anyway."
Under Mu Lingxue’s worried gaze, Zhang Xinying and Zhao Ziming walked out of the room together.
Standing on the forest path of the neighborhood, Zhang Xinying suddenly stopped and looked back, a puzzled expression in her eyes.
Perhaps thinking of something, Zhang Xinying’s lips curled up slightly.
Seeing the unconscious display of softness by Zhang Xinying, a sharp gleam flashed in Zhao Ziming’s eyes, though his mouth still expressed concern:
Zhang Xinying turned around and softly said:
Lost in her thoughts, Zhang Xinying did not notice the cold expression that flashed across Zhao Ziming’s face when he turned around.
Shortly after Zhang Xinying left, Mu Lingxue looked at Lin Yi, who had already removed his helmet and seemed ready to go out,
"I have something to take care of."
Watching Lin Yi leave in a hurry, Mu Lingxue mumbled,
At that moment, Chen Wei, standing next to Mu Lingxue, looked at Lin Yi’s hastily departing figure with a meaningful gaze, then said to Mu Lingxue:
"Let’s go eat, Xinying will be fine."
"Wei Jie, how do you know she’ll be fine?"
"Do you hope something happens to her?"
"Of course not. No, she’s definitely going to be fine!"
"Exactly, let’s go eat, we’ve played all morning."
Chen Wei suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you know that Feng Hua, right?"
Following the duo out of the neighborhood and watching them get into a luxurious car and drive away, Lin Yi quickly hailed a cab by the roadside.
As soon as he got in, the middle-aged man behind the wheel asked,
Lin Yi pointed at the conspicuous black luxury sedan ahead,
"Follow them, I’ll pay triple the fare."
Hearing that, the driver’s eyes lit up:
"Money doesn’t matter, what matters is not delaying your important business, hold on tight!"
With a stomp on the pedal, the car accelerated rapidly, throwing Lin Yi off balance.
The two cars weaved through the city streets, and then Zhao Ziming’s driver suddenly said:
"Young Master, do you want to lose the tail?"
In the passenger seat, Zhao Ziming glanced at the rearview mirror with a sinister look in his eyes, then replied calmly:
"No need. I want to see which rat is so clueless."
After almost half an hour, the car finally stopped in front of a luxurious venue in the city center.
Upon getting out, Zhao Ziming glanced mockingly at the taxi that had stopped not far behind, then led Zhang Xinying into the aristocratic venue.
"Sir, shall we continue?"
As Lin Yi was about to pay, he suddenly noticed the baseball cap and sunglasses next to the driver.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yi transferred five hundred to the driver and said,
Then, under the driver’s surprised gaze, he also grabbed a mask and hurriedly got out of the car.
Watching Lin Yi’s figure, the driver couldn’t help but sigh:
"A big client, I should’ve asked for his WeChat."
Just as Lin Yi was about to follow them into the venue, he was stopped by the security at the door,
"Stop, do you have an invitation?"
Lin Yi was a bit taken aback,
"Isn’t this a venue? Why do I need an invitation?"
The security looked at the plainly dressed Lin Yi with disdain and said,
"Boy, take a good look, this is a private venue."
"No invitation means no entry. Move along, don’t cause trouble here."
Seeing the security’s snobbish attitude, Lin Yi furrowed his brow.
In his previous life, when he heard about her tragedy, Lin Yi had searched for a long time before finding Mu Lingxue, her best friend.
And from Mu Lingxue’s account, Lin Yi learned:
In his previous life, Zhang Xinying showed great discontent with Zhao Ziming after leaving with him on this day.
According to Zhang Xinying, she didn’t like Zhao Ziming at all, but reality left no room for compromise.
It wasn’t until the eve of her wedding, when she tried to protect her purity, that the tragedy unfolded.
And the cause of it all started from this departure.
If it weren’t for discovering that he could synchronize game abilities and attributes, Lin Yi would never have let Zhang Xinying risk this.
Since discovering this ability, Lin Yi had been waiting expectantly for this day.
What happened on this day?
What Lin Yi needs to do now is make those who harmed her pay, even if they only upset her a little.
Feeling Zhang Xinying’s presence grow increasingly distant.
Standing in front of the venue, disregarding the guards’ rude words and pushes, a surge of anger rose from within Lin Yi.
Lin Yi’s eyes gleamed with ferocity, his voice low and intense:
"Where’d this punk come from? Looking for death? Get lost!"
"I think you’re the ones looking for death!"
Just as Lin Yi was about to forcibly break in when an elderly man, with hair as white as snow and dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, suddenly appeared at the venue entrance, staring at Lin Yi in horror, trembling from fear: