The entire Lady He was just ants.
Assistant Zhou saw that Leng Mo had no other instructions, so he hurriedly went down to contact the "informant."
On the cruise, inside the luxurious dining room, He Tiantian was having dinner with Zhao Yongkang.
"Oh no, how did it get on my clothes?"
When He Tiantian was holding her wine glass, she accidentally spilled the red wine on her dress.
The white dress was stained with the red liquid, which was quite conspicuous.
"Sitian, let me accompany you back to change," Zhao Yongkang asked considerately.
He Tiantian dropped her napkin and waved her hand nonchalantly, "No need, I’ll go by myself. You keep eating. I’ll be back soon!"
As she spoke, He Tiantian stood up.
In her hurry to change clothes, she forgot the cell phone she was carrying and left it on the dining table.
Zhao Yongkang glanced at it but did not remind her aloud, watching He Tiantian pick up her skirt and quickly walk toward the cabin.
As he watched He Tiantian’s figure disappear, Zhao Yongkang casually reached over and picked up his wife’s cell phone.
His wife never guarded against him; the phone had a password, two sets rotating in use.
Zhao Yongkang knew both sets.
He first tried He Sitian’s birthday—incorrect password. It seemed that lately, He Sitian had not been using that set.
Zhao Yongkang hurriedly switched to their wedding anniversary.
The screen unlocked, showing a personal portrait photo that He Sitian used as her phone wallpaper.
Zhao Yongkang didn’t look at the person in the photo, but quickly slid his fingers across the screen.
He opened Penguin, browsing all the groups.
Various groups like classmates, family, class, leisure...
Now everyone was used to using WeChat, making Penguin groups either work-related or nostalgic.
He Sitian’s Penguin groups were even more extreme; many of her groups were inactive, with the latest chat record being from two years ago.
Disappointed, Zhao Yongkang closed Penguin and then opened WeChat.
There were many groups, and the group chats were very active. Zhao Yongkang flipped through one group after another, his fingers almost cramping.
After flipping through a dozen groups and thousands of messages, he still didn’t find any valuable clues.
Could it be... that the chat group wasn’t on this phone?
No, that day "He Sitian" was buying the Secret Martial Arts Manual for Su Muxue, she was operating on a phone.
Could it not be this phone?
Holding the phone, Zhao Yongkang flipped through it repeatedly. His wife indeed had two phones, one for work, the other for personal use.
Both phones were of the same brand, with the same configuration and system, just different colors.
However, his wife had ordered many customized phone cases online, primarily using Zhao Yongkang’s paintings.
Sometimes the cases for both phones were the same; other times, they were different.
Even "He Sitian" herself occasionally couldn’t tell them apart.
...So, the last time his wife contacted the master, was that with the work phone?
And now, the one left on the dining table was her personal phone.
A hint of defeat flashed in Zhao Yongkang’s eyes, followed by thorough searches, even combing through the email.
Still, there was no harvest.
Reluctantly, Zhao Yongkang put the phone back in place.
At that moment, He Tiantian returned, wearing a clean outfit.
Just as she sat down, Zhao Yongkang accidentally dripped soup onto his trousers.
"Oops, you should go change too quickly. After dinner, we still have a music performance to attend!"
He Tiantian seemed not to take it to heart, treating it as an accident.
With an apologetic smile, Zhao Yongkang said, "Alright, I’ll go now! Sitian, wait for me!"
Still as good-tempered as ever, but the movement to get up was a bit hurried.
He Tiantian didn’t seem to notice Zhao Yongkang’s rush, nodding, "Yeah, go quickly!"
Zhao Yongkang returned to their cabin and rummaged through; he indeed found another phone in the closet.
Still the two-password rotation, and in less than half a minute, Zhao Yongkang unlocked the screen.
Penguin group, WeChat group, emails...
Zhao Yongkang, holding the phone, sat heavily on the bed.
After a long thought, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"...Oh, you mean it might be another chat app that requires a special code and password to enter!"
Zhao Yongkang nodded slowly in response to the answer on the other end of the line.