189. Just.
“Hello?”
In the pitch-black room, the phone finally connected.
“Wen Han, why did you only answer now…” The fat brother on the other end quickly began to speak but suddenly stopped halfway, “Hmm? Why does your voice sound so strange?”
“I…”
Wen Han weakly lay back on the bed, feeling spots of light dance before her eyes.
This was not an act; she was truly disoriented.
She had always been an “experientialist.”
“I think I’m sick.” She finally spoke after a long pause.
“Sick?” The fat brother frowned, “How did that happen?”
“It’s all because of Uncle,” Wen Han rolled her eyes, “I was waiting for him downstairs, but he didn’t come back all day, and I caught a chill.”
“…I don’t want to get involved in your affairs.” The fat brother sighed, “So how bad is it now?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Have you seen a doctor?”
“I can’t get up right now.” Wen Han smiled slightly, continuing to show her vulnerability, “But it’s just a cold, I’ll be fine after resting a bit.”
“Are you really okay?”
“Oh, it’s nothing serious, I should be better by tomorrow.”
“That’s good…” The fat brother sighed in relief, “Remember to be on time for work tomorrow. Old Su is very unhappy about your absence today.”
“Mm.”
The severity of her fever left Wen Han too exhausted to say anything else.
She weakly nodded her head and hung up the phone.
With a thud, the phone and her arm fell together.
The witch lost consciousness again, lying unconscious in the darkness, devoid of all awareness.
…
Star River City seemed as prosperous and beautiful as it was a year ago.
Such a large city never changed because of someone’s departure or arrival.
Su Zeheng sat down, looking out the window with no discernible emotion on his face.
“Old Su!” A voice broke the silence.
The fat brother hurried over with an unopened bottle of liquor, “Sorry, I went home to get this. I made you wait.”
Su Zeheng shook his head and smiled, handing the cigarette to the other person.
“I’ve smoked too much today,” the fat brother said, shaking his head, “Don’t smoke too much yourself.”
“Okay.”
The lighter ignited, and a puff of smoke followed.
“Did you call?” He suddenly asked.
The fat brother looked puzzled, “Huh? Call who?… You mean Wen Han?”
Su Zeheng glanced nonchalantly at his side, “The target of the Recycling Station has been confirmed, and they have started their move.”
“Oh…”
Although the other person said so, the fat brother couldn’t help but suspect that there might be another motive behind it.
After all…
While he was thinking, he opened the liquor and poured some for Su Zeheng, suddenly saying, “By the way, Wen Han seems to have a fever.”
The smoking motion paused for a few seconds.
Su Zeheng then turned around, picked up the glass, and took a sip with a faint smile.
“The wine is good.”
“Hmm…” The fat brother rolled his eyes, “Don’t you want to…?”
“She’s acting,” Su Zeheng put down the glass.
“Acting? But her tone doesn’t seem like it. She must really be sick.”
“She’s always like this,” Su Zeheng laughed, “a woman who is harsh on others and even harsher on herself.”
“So… you’re saying she’s doing this on purpose?”
“Just to make people worry about her and take care of her,” Su Zeheng continued drinking indifferently.
The fat brother shook his head, “She’s been at headquarters for a whole year, hasn’t she?”
“She is a born witch. Her inherent evil cannot be erased. Maybe she won’t commit murder or arson now, nor will she do big wrongs. But she still enjoys manipulating others, making them suffer for her.”
Sizzle…
The cigarette butt was pressed into the ashtray, instantly producing a cloud of smoke.
Su Zeheng’s tone was full of indifference.
“If she likes being sick, let her continue being sick.”
A moment of silence fell over the table.
After a while, the fat brother scratched his head, “You really understand her well.”
“After all, she used to be my enemy.”
“Is that all?”
Su Zeheng raised his glass and glanced at the other person, “Explain if there’s something more.”
The fat brother immediately closed his mouth and awkwardly smiled.
“Old Su, you… have really changed.”
“People change. The person you were a second ago is not the same as the one you are now.”
“…Oh, let’s not talk about this.”
Feeling the atmosphere was a bit strange, the fat brother clapped his hands.
“We haven’t seen each other in a long time, let’s drink a toast first!”
“Alright! Cheers!”
The icy look on his face melted away instantly.
Su Zeheng smiled, and the two of them drank the toast together.
…
“Mmm…”
In the dim room, Wen Han had completely lost consciousness.
Her small, frail body tossed and turned on the bed, weak and powerless.
It was unclear how long it took before she slowly opened her eyes.
She glanced at the time; it was three in the morning.
“He… won’t come.”
At that moment, a sense of resentment and anger welled up in her heart.
But these emotions were soon washed away by the discomfort of the fever.
Wen Han tried to get up, but she realized she couldn’t stand.
“Sigh…”
Perhaps the attempt to get up triggered something, causing her head to suddenly ache intensely.
She helplessly lay back down, feeling her brain swaying like water, dizzy and disoriented.
Without thinking, Wen Han fell into unconsciousness once again.
…
Unconsciously, the weather had cooled down.
When the cold wind brushed against her face and she heard the distant honking, Su Zeheng’s body suddenly trembled, and instinctively he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
“Hmm?”
Holding the bottle of liquor, he lifted his head in confusion, realizing he was not at home.
Where was he?
Rubbing his head, he slowly got up and found this place somewhat familiar.
“Where am I?”
Whoosh!
Realizing where he was, he immediately turned his head and looked at the building he knew so well.
That was Wen Han’s house.
“Why am I sleeping here?!”
Last night, after saying goodbye to the fat brother, he had drunk quite a bit…
But how did he end up here?
Memories seemed to have been washed away by alcohol, and he couldn’t recall what happened last night at all.
Su Zeheng rubbed his head tiredly, a faint sneer gradually appearing on his face.
“Probably wandered around after blacking out from drinking too much.”
Taking off his suit, he held the bottle of liquor and turned around decisively, leaving this place he had dreamed of countless times.
…
Light Magic Society.
Bam!
The office door was pushed open.
Su Zeheng walked into the bathroom, and the cold water instantly sobered him up.
He silently stared at himself in the mirror.
Wiping the water droplets off his face, he took out a tissue and immediately returned to his usual serious demeanor.
“Chief Su!” “Chief Su.”
“Mm, go ahead and do your own things.”
Su Zeheng leisurely walked past the desks.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.
“Has Wen Han arrived yet?”
“Wen Han?” Xiao Liu looked around, “No.”
“…Mm,” Su Zeheng’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glanced at his watch.
Eight thirty, the last minute of work.
He couldn’t help but clench his fist and close his eyes, “Call her and tell her not to come anymore.”
