Chapter 771: 200: It’s her_6 Chapter 771: 200: It’s her_6 Upon finishing what she had to say, Zheng Xianjing turned around and left.
Wang Zeqi watched as Zheng Xianjing got into a black sedan before turning and heading into the cafe.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw a man clad in a plain long robe, Du Ye, walk out. “It’s not her.”
“What do you mean, it’s not her?” Wang Zeqi was taken aback.
“Her voice is different, her height is different, and her nimbleness is different too,” Du Ye continued.
Having interacted with the woman at close quarters that night, Du Ye had failed to get a good look at her face, but he remembered her voice distinctly. Moreover, he recalled that when they brushed past each other, her height was level with his ears.
But Zheng Xianjing was considerably shorter than Wang Zeqi.
Moreover, Du Ye noted that the kick sent towards Zheng Xianjing had been intentionally arranged to gauge her agility.
If Zheng Xianjing were indeed remarkably agile, she would not have fallen easily.
“Miss Zheng didn’t fall earlier,” Wang Zeqi said.
“That’s because she held onto the door,” Du Ye noted.
Wang Zeqi fell silent. After a moment’s thought, he said, “But she admitted that she was the one there that night.” Wang Zeqi was a little naive; as he himself didn’t lie, he unconsciously assumed that no one else in the world did either.
Running his fingers over the Buddha beads, Du Ye said, “Who wouldn’t want to attract wealth to the degree that she does?”
He had encountered countless women like Zheng Xianjing who try to evade capture by instigating their pursuers to catch them. He was now used to their antics.
Incidentally, he came today hoping to make some progress but left feeling disappointed.
“Could it be that Miss Zheng wasn’t the one we encountered that night?” Wang Zeqi asked. “But the car was from the Zheng family. And who else could it be if not her?”
“Don’t the Zhengs have anyone apart from Zheng Xianjing?” Du Ye retorted.
“The Zheng family includes old Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng, who are too old to be the person we’re looking for. Also, there are Zheng Lingling and her husband Sun Wu, who were adopted by the Zhengs. However, after our investigation, it seems that Zheng Lingling didn’t go out that evening and Sun Wu, a grown man, is certainly not the one. The only possible person is Zheng Xianjing. Moreover, her picture was taken by a fan, so there’s nothing left to doubt, Du Ye. It was definitely Zheng Xianjing who saved us!”
“What if this is all a coincidence?” Du Ye asked in return.
Wang Zeqi scratched his head, “Are there really so many coincidences in this world?”
“There’s no such thing as the perfect story without coincidences,” Du Ye mused, running his fingers over the Buddha beads.
Identifying his savior was important; Du Ye did not want to mistake her identity mistakenly.
This would not only be disrespectful towards the person who saved him, but also irresponsible towards himself.
Wang Zeqi suddenly seemed to remember something, “Right, Du Ye, the Zhengs have recently found their biological daughter, Zheng Tingting. She has a daughter herself, who is about the same age as Zheng Xianjing. But the thing is, Zheng Tingting was only recently reunited with the Zhengs, so the timeline doesn’t add up.”
With narrowed eyes, Du Ye fell silent.
Finding himself at a loss, he wondered if he might have been mistaken from the start.
Perhaps, the person he’d seen when returning was not the one who’d come to his aid.
Reflecting on this, Du Ye asked, “That night, when you were supposed to take me to the hospital and had to go back and forth on the way, how much time had passed before you got back to the mouth of the alley?”
“About…” Wang Zeqi thought for a moment, “twenty minutes or so.”
A lot could happen in twenty minutes.
No normal person would linger around a dangerous alley for twenty minutes!
Moreover, when Du Ye had come out, he thought he’d seen a bicycle parked in the corner of the alley.
But when he came back, the bicycle was missing.
“Ziqi, when you were helping me out, did you see a bicycle on the side?” Du Ye pressed on.
“I don’t think so…” With Du Ye seriously ill, Wang Zeqi had been so anxious that he didn’t have the time or disposition to notice anything else.
“I saw one,” Du Ye remarked, eyes narrowed, “It was a Phoenix-brand bicycle.”
Wang Zeqi said, “Du Ye, are you sure you weren’t hallucinating? You were severely injured and almost unconscious at the time. How could you possibly observe things so closely? I still think the person was Miss Zheng Xianjing.”
Had it really just been his hallucination?
As he leaned back in his chair, Du Ye tapped his fingers on the table. Then, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to Wang Zeqi, “Here, give this to Zheng Xianjing.”
It was a red velvet box that held an exquisite crystal hair clip. Under the light, it glimmered dazzlingly.
What a coincidence it was. When he brushed past her, the hair clip she had on fell into his hand.
Due to the urgency of the situation, he hadn’t had the chance to return it to her then.
“Alright.” Wang Zeqi took the velvet box and nodded.