685 The Marks Under His Shirt
Wei Xi’er was taken aback. She seemed to be surprised that Shen Hanxing would still talk to her, but at the same time, she seemed to be surprised that Shen Hanxing would still say such things to her. For some reason, Wei Xi’er’s already sore eyes became even more sore, and tears almost fell. She sniffled and thought about Zhuang Li’s performance during this period of time. She also thought about how he had lost too much blood and how pale he was as he laid on the hospital bed. A firm determination flashed through her heart. If a person who was willing to risk his life for her was not even worthy of her trust, then what else in this world was worthy of her trust?
“I’ve seen it clearly!” Wei Xi’er nodded firmly and grabbed Zhuang Li’s hand, “I believe that I’m holding on to love. I also believe in Zhuang Li. Mrs. Ji, perhaps what I’m doing might seem ridiculous to you, but I’m not you, and I’m not like you who can’t tolerate even a little sand in your eyes.” She chuckled, her face a little sweet. “Zhuang Li did make a mistake before, but he’s changed. Mrs. Ji, you don’t understand Zhuang Li. He’s actually a very good person.” Wei Xi’er’s every word and sentence was speaking up for Zhuang Li.
“Really?” Shen Hanxing’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “I hope Miss Wei can get what she wants and not be disappointed.”
“Mrs. Ji, what do you mean by this?” Wei Xi’er’s face was a little pale. At that moment, Shen Hanxing’s expression seemed to overlap with the cold-faced Shen Hanxing back in the private room. She had the same profound look on her face, and there was a hint of pity in her expression. It was as if she was watching her stupidly step into an abyss. Did… she know something? Wei Xi’er was a little flustered. She was a little afraid of what Shen Hanxing was going to say next, but at the same time, she was also a little expectant.
Just as Wei Xi’er was feeling uneasy, Shen Hanxing chuckled and lifted her chin at her. She said in a cold voice, “Perhaps Miss Wei can lift up Second Young Master Zhuang’s shirt collar to take a look?” After saying that, she bent down and got into the car.
Ji Yan looked deeply at Wei Xi’er and Zhuang Li, and did not stop as well. He got into the car and closed the door. As the black Maybach drove off, Shen Hanxing’s fair face was cast with a mysterious light through the car window.
“Madam is still so soft-hearted.” With a smile on his lips, Ji Yan sighed and said, “Madam, aren’t you worried that not only will Miss Wei not listen to you, but she will also hate you?” People who were addicted to love, regardless of gender, would always be somewhat crazy. They would close their ears and eyes, and at the critical moment, they would deceive themselves and others. They would not listen to other people’s kind advice and persuasion at all, and would instead feel some resentment towards the person who had made the suggestion.
