Divorced, still making trouble?

Many things are unavailable.

Even if all means are exhausted, it can only become an unattainable luxury in a lifetime.

Standing in the wind and snow, Ji Mingzhe dialed Qiu Ye's number again. After repeated shutdown prompts came from the receiver, he gave up contacting the other party and went back to the hotel alone.

The room was still the same as it was before leaving, and no one had come back.

Ji Mingzhe put the materials needed for remarriage on the bed, then dragged them through the trash can, tore them up and threw them into it.

When the Qiu family had an accident four years ago, Qiu Ye, who had almost collapsed, filed for divorce in extreme hatred.

Ji Mingzhe agreed.

He thought that as long as Qiu Ye was trapped by his side, this piece of paper representing a formal relationship would not mean much to him. If it could make Qiu Ye feel better, he would be willing to sign it.

However, for a long period of time afterwards, he would always dream of the scene where Qiu Ye tore up the marriage certificate, and slowly and unconsciously, it became an obsession.

So I do care, Ji Mingzhe thought to himself.

Even this thin piece of paper can't keep Qiu Ye's people, let alone Qiu Ye's heart.

He still wants it.

Ji Mingzhe bought an evening ticket to return home. Before boarding the plane, Uncle Liu, the housekeeper, called and said that Qiu Ye had gone home, and asked him why he didn't come back together.

Ji Mingzhe didn't explain, only saying that he was on his way back.

The housekeeper knew that the two of them might have broken up again, so he couldn't help but look at Qiu Ye who was sitting at the dining table not far away, and then sighed secretly.

After four years of tossing, he was tired for them.

The next morning, Ji Mingzhe arrived in City H, and when he returned home, Qiu Ye was still asleep.

Ji Mingzhe pushed open the bedroom door, came to the bed and looked at him silently, Qiu Ye felt his gaze, opened his eyes for a few seconds, and then changed his face.

The cat got out of the bed, as if it hadn't seen Ji Mingzhe, and flicked its big fluffy tail to look for something to eat outside.

However, the door was closed, and when it couldn't open it after scratching it several times with its paws, it turned around and meowed unfriendlyly at Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Mingzhe finally took his eyes off Qiu Ye, walked over to open the door, and took Qiu Ye's cell phone away.

As expected, all the records of calls and messages in the mobile phone were completely deleted.

"Find someone to see if you can restore the data inside." Ji Mingzhe handed the phone to the housekeeper, paused and said, "If Qiu Ye wants to go out, don't stop him, let someone follow him secretly."

The housekeeper promised to do it right away, and after he left, Ji Mingzhe visited an original painter who specialized in painting portraits.

If there is no problem with Qiu Ye, he guessed that the other force that appeared should be "teacher".

When that person ran away, he said that he would come back.

Now that Tong Fei has appeared in City H, it is very likely that the "teacher" is already here.

He must pull people out of the dark, otherwise they will be in a passive position forever.

but……

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lower lip. He knew too little about the "teacher". He had been with him for many years. Apart from seeing that face, let alone other information, he didn't even know the other person's name—so he wanted to let People draw the appearance of "teacher".Yuxi Dujia.

"Tell me about that person's facial features? The more detailed the better." In the studio, the artist connected the hand-painted board to the computer and looked at Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Mingzhe was a little nervous. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to dig out the image of "teacher" from the depths of his memory.

But when that face slowly emerged in his mind, before it had time to become a clear image, Ji Mingzhe's throat suddenly convulsed, and he couldn't control himself and began to have a physiological nausea.

He quickly covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Those dark memories broke through the cage, rushing toward him with teeth and claws, smashing that blurred face to pieces in an instant.

Ji Mingzhe's pupils shrank, and he vomited into the toilet in a daze.

If someone who understands psychology is here, he will immediately find that Ji Mingzhe's reaction is a very serious manifestation of PTSD.

Ji Mingzhe vomited for a long time, until there was nothing left in his stomach, only spasmodic pain and the smell of blood in his mouth, he finally stood up with his eyes darkened, went to the sink and took a handful with his trembling hands Water splashed on the face.

"Are you okay?" The young painter came in with a bottle of water and handed it to him.

Ji Mingzhe accepted Shu's mouth, supported the sink for a while, and then said, "Sorry, I made your place dirty."

"It's okay," the painter looked at Ji Mingzhe's bloodless face and asked kindly, "Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

"No, I'll be fine in a while, thank you."

The portrait of the "teacher" failed to be painted in the end. Ji Mingzhe left double the money and apologized again to the artist who made the appointment, and then left the other party's studio.

If he wanted to remember that face, probably the first thing he needed to do was see a therapist.

However, it is this kind of people that Ji Mingzhe resists the most.

Ji Mingzhe returned home with a pale face, and the housekeeper who had already returned didn't notice that he was in a bad state, so he immediately went to Qianhui to report, "Master, this phone is installed with a thorough erasure software, and the data cannot be recovered. I asked someone to help retrieve it." Master Qiu's call records and text message records, this is the list."

Uncle Liu handed Ji Mingzhe a piece of A4 paper together with his mobile phone, and continued, "I made a comparison. Except for harassing calls and sales calls, there is only one number, and Master Qiu did not keep the name of the contact person."

The butler, Uncle Liu, was a casino owner in the early years. He offended someone who shouldn't be offended. When he was hacked, he was rescued by Ji Mingzhe.

He was thoughtful and thoughtful, and without Ji Mingzhe's instructions, he had already checked out the simple information of the owner of the unsaved number.

"The owner of this number is Kang Shouxi, a resident of Xinyuan Village in this city." Uncle Liu said.

Ji Mingzhe nodded, "Find this person and ask him if he knows Qiu Ye?"

The housekeeper should go.

"Where's Qiu Ye? Has he gone out today?" Ji Mingzhe asked again.

"No," Uncle Liu pointed to the audio-visual room on the lower basement floor, "People in the family say that Young Master Qiu has been in there all afternoon."

Ji Mingzhe hummed, then went upstairs to take a bath and changed into clean clothes, and then went downstairs.

In the audio-visual room, Qiu Ye was leaning back on the sofa and watching a ghost movie. Maybe the lights in the room were not turned on for the atmosphere, and only the cold and dim light of the screen shone on his face.

Ji Mingzhe put his phone on the coffee table in front without changing his face, and then sat down beside Qiu Ye in silence.

After a while, he turned his back to the screen, lay down with his head next to Qiu Ye's thigh, and closed his eyes.

Soft hair brushed the back of his hands, Qiu Ye lowered his eyes indifferently.

Obviously he should be the one who doesn't care about Ji Mingzhe the least, but looking at the other half's face, he can know what happened to Ji Mingzhe immediately.

The person is afraid or has fallen into fear because of something.

Qiu Ye pushed his teeth with the tip of his tongue, remembering that Ji Mingzhe had a nightmare in the past, and he was so close to him without saying a word.

Did he push the person away? After a few seconds, he turned his eyes to the screen with a blank expression.

However, Ji Mingzhe did not sleep soundly. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly opened his eyes with shortness of breath.

The body temperature around him was still there, and Ji Mingzhe's beating heart calmed down a little.

Then he grabbed Qiu Ye's arm, slowly got up in the dark, straddled the other's lap, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to do it."