The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 128 Destruction of Evidence
It was a little after two in the morning.

Xin Huimei's assistant, fully armed, arrived furtively at the door of room 8007.

"Sis, I've arrived."

Less than a few seconds after the text message was sent, the door opened... just a crack.

Xin Huimei peeked her head out from under the door.

Apart from her hair being a little messy, there was nothing unusual about her.

She was wearing a men's T-shirt, which was quite large and could be worn as a dress.

"Where's the stuff?"

Shin Hye-mi mouthed a question to her assistant.

They didn't dare make a sound, for fear of waking the people inside.

The assistant handed over a paper bag containing enough clothes to change into, an umbrella, medicine, and Xin Huimei's cell phone.

This was the first time the assistant had done something like this, and she had prepared everything that Xin Huimei might need.

Xin Huimei took the bag and quickly searched through it for a check.

I paused for a moment after seeing those small boxes.

What kind of nonsense is this?
do not care!
Xin Huimei carried the bag and gently closed the door.

He tiptoed back to the bedroom door and listened carefully to what was happening inside.

His breathing was even, so he probably wasn't awake.

Xin Huimei breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the living room to change into the full set of clothes her assistant had brought.

After getting dressed, just like cleaning up a crime scene in a TV drama, I picked up the clothes scattered all over the living room and put them into bags.

After checking, it was discovered that the three-piece bedding set was missing.

It must have fallen onto the bed in the bedroom... or perhaps onto the carpet?
Shin Hye-mi didn't notice when she slipped out.

I just haven't had time for it.

After coming out, he immediately sent a text message to his assistant using Yang Muyi's phone, and then waited at the door.

Before leaving, Xin Huimei's gaze swept across the entire living room, finally settling on the DSLR camera that had run out of power.

He patted his forehead lightly, secretly relieved.

I almost forgot the most important thing.

After removing the camera's memory card, Shin Hye-mi glanced at the laptop next to her.

I opened it, and sure enough, it was in standby mode.

However, you need to enter a password to log in.

In the end, Shin Hye-mi had no choice but to give up on the idea of ​​checking the computer.

Back to room 8006 next door.

Xin Huimei dismissed her assistant, took her medicine, and sat in front of the computer to check the videos on her memory card.

After watching the video, which lasted for more than half an hour, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

The video content can only be described in four words:

shocking!

How could someone eight years older than Yang Muyi do something so "inhuman" and "outrageous"?

This is absolutely a crime!

After watching the video, Xin Huimei was so frightened that she quickly went online to check and received two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

The good news is that women are not considered perpetrators of crimes.

The bad news is that he is still suspected of breaking the law, but the charges are less serious.

If you take the video to court, you'll win every time.

Startled, Xin Huimei immediately pulled the memory card out of the card reader, broke it into several pieces, and instead of throwing it in the trash, flushed it down the toilet.

After destroying the evidence, Xin Huimei was about to have a drink to calm her nerves.

Then he suddenly froze.

He traded a house in Beijing for seven songs, and even got himself involved in the mess.

Having learned such a painful lesson, do you still dare to drink it?
Wine and women can ruin a person's life!
After some self-reflection, Xin Huimei decided to quit drinking starting tomorrow!
At 5:30 a.m. sharp, Yang Muye was woken up by his biological clock.

I instinctively reached for the pillow, but instead of my phone, I grabbed a piece of clothing that didn't belong to me.

A pair of white safety shorts.

Yang Muye sat up in bed and found that the blankets next to him were empty.

They slipped away in the middle of the night?

Quite consciously.

I gathered up the other two pieces of clothing that the other person had left on the bed, along with the wine bottle from last night, and threw them all into the trash can.

Only after that did Yang Muyi realize that after he finished last night, he had imported the videos from the camera's memory card to his computer, but he forgot to delete the videos from the memory card before putting them back into the camera.

Teacher Chen's "lesson" is still fresh in my mind; the safest way to deal with that memory card is still physical destruction.

When they opened the camera, they discovered that the memory card inside was missing.

Yang Muyi immediately understood what was going on.

Then it'll be fine.

Having seen the videos on the memory card, Shin Hye-mi would want to destroy the evidence more than anyone else.

As for the backup on the computer, Yang Muye only did it as a precaution.

Next to the single-lens camera, Yang Muye also found his mobile phone, which had been turned off.

After turning on the phone, I found that all the call logs and text messages had been deleted.

Fortunately, the woman hadn't completely lost her mind; she hadn't deleted the photos from her phone.

After returning from the gym, I ran into Shin Hye-mi's assistant in the elevator.

The other party pretended not to know Yang Muye, but secretly glanced at him.

Xin Huimei came out of Yang Muye's room in the middle of the night. She was clear-headed, but she was still not completely sober.

I kept supporting my back on the way back to the next room.

This completely overturned the assistant's understanding of that kind of thing.

How strong must this ox be to plow the field like this?

Even with years of regular exercise, it's impossible to achieve that.

Ultimately, the assistant could only explain it as exceptional talent.

After exiting the elevator, the assistant deliberately slowed down, falling far behind Yang Muye.

After Yang Muye entered the room, he quickened his pace and headed to the next room.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Muye took the elevator downstairs.

As I passed through the lobby, I ran into Yang Tao, who had arrived for work early.

Yang Tao returned the keys to Yang Muyi's G-Class and thanked him.

Yang Muye had to go to school, so the two didn't talk much.

At the same time, in Shin Hye-mi's room.

The makeup artist had already arrived when Xin Huimei finally got up.

While the makeup artist was applying makeup to Xin Huimei, her assistant was reporting the day's work schedule to her.

"I had scheduled interviews with reporters from two print media outlets at 10 a.m., and this afternoon—"

"Let's cancel the morning's activities. I have another appointment to meet," Xin Huimei interrupted.

The person she arranged to meet was Hu Ling.

To be precise, it was Hu Ling who took the initiative to send her a text message to ask her out.

Hu Ling arrived at the hotel at 9:30 and sat in the lobby bar for about ten minutes.

Accompanied by the clicking sound of high heels on the ground, Xin Huimei, wearing sunglasses, walked up to Hu Ling.

"You're late. The coffee I ordered for you is already cold."

Xin Huimei took off her sunglasses and sat down with her legs crossed.

"What's up?"

Hu Ling put down her coffee: "Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you succeeded yesterday?"

Xin Huimei stared at Hu Ling:

Do you want me to succeed?

“Of course, but it seems that a song can’t change your current situation.” Hu Ling went straight to the heart of the problem.

Xin Huimei's lips curled into a smug smile, a typical case of forgetting the pain as soon as the wound heals. "Who told you it was just a song?"

Hu Ling was stunned on the spot.

Didn't Yang Muyi say he wouldn't sell his songs?
how--

"He sold me all seven songs together in exchange for my apartment in Yanjing."

Xin Huimei spoke lightly, but her heart bled whenever she thought about her house.

Hu Ling added insult to injury:

"You're crazy to spend over 600,000 yuan on a song?"

Xin Huimei shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.

"Now we have no choice but to burn our bridges and fight with our backs to the wall."

"Are you really determined to go solo?"

Xin Huimei glanced at Hu Ling.

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Hu Ling countered:

"Then do you want to go together?"

Xin Huimei pointed at herself as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world and said:

"You want to sign me?"

"Don't worry, as long as you're willing to join Starry Sea, I'll definitely prepare the most lenient contract in the industry for you."

"The vast universe?"

"Yes, that's the name of my new company."

Xin Huimei laughed: "The name is nice, but you're a newly established company with no qualifications and no resources. Why should I sign a contract with you?"

“Unlike traditional brokerage firms, we are an internet MCN company focused on content. As for the company’s core assets, you already saw them last night.”

Hu Ling explained.

Xin Huimei looked dazed for a moment.

I've seen more than just it.

We've even slept together.

I just haven't had enough sleep yet.

"How many shares do you own in Xingchen Dahai?" Xin Huimei deliberately changed the subject.

"Five percent."

Hu Ling spoke the truth.

"That's all?"

Xin Huimei shook her head: "I don't doubt your abilities, but if you really want to sign me, let your company's 'core assets' talk to me."

The implication was that Hu Ling couldn't make the decision on this matter.

Hu Ling didn't press the matter further, and then took out a ticket from her bag and handed it to Xin Huimei.

"These are tickets to the welcome party for the Yanjing Business School on the 27th. If you want to have a more comprehensive understanding of Xingchen Dahai Company, I highly recommend that you go and see it."

Xin Huimei took the ticket and looked at it from both sides.

The workmanship is no worse than concert tickets, and the key is that it has a lot of advertisements printed on it.

If it weren't for the Lanzhou noodles and Shaxian snacks, Xin Huimei would have almost thought that the sponsorship of this welcome party was on par with the scale of a small to medium-sized gala on a regular TV station.

Upon learning that Yang Muyi would also be performing on stage, Xin Huimei immediately decided to accept the ticket.

At the same time, in the hotel lobby lounge area.

Xin Huimei's assistant is discussing with Yang Tao the possibility of reserving the executive suite for an extended period.

The two had finished their conversation.

After Xin Huimei transferred her house to Yang Muye, she had nowhere to stay in Yanjing.

Although Yang Muye did not ask Xin Huimei to move out immediately, if Xin Huimei did not move out, she would have to pay rent starting next month.

That's worse than staying in a hotel.

The only problem is that, out of so many good hotels in Yanjing, Xin Huimei insists on staying at Fairfield by Marriott.

They were clearly still after Yang Muye.

It's understandable to like your younger brother, but you should exercise restraint.

However, the assistant dared not say this, nor did he dare to ask.

Xin Huimei instructed her assistant to book room 8006, and the assistant had no choice but to comply.

After finishing their business, Yang Tao had just seen Xin Huimei's assistant off when Xiao Liu, the receptionist, picked up the landline phone and signaled to Yang Tao that someone was looking for her.

Yang Tao walked to the front desk and took the microphone from Xiao Liu.

"Hello, I'm Yang Tao, the assistant lobby manager of Fairfield by Marriott Hotel. How can I help you?"

“Miss Yang, it’s me, Zhuang Yan.”

"Oh, it's Mr. Zhuang. You were looking for me—"

"Here's the thing, Weiwei sent me a text message last night saying that we're not a good match. This is so sudden. We were having a good chat at dinner yesterday. I just wanted to ask Ms. Yang if she knows what's going on."

You could tell that Zhuang Yan on the other end of the phone was quite anxious.

Yang Tao knew what was going on, but didn't know how to explain it to Zhuang Yan.

You can't exactly tell Zhuang Yan that Lan Weiwei's mother thinks you're not successful enough or rich enough, can you?
"I'm not too sure about this either. How about I call Weiwei and ask her what's going on?"

“That’s great. Miss Yang, could you please ask around for me? Let’s find a place to have a casual meal together tonight, and then we can talk more when we meet.”

"Mr. Zhuang, there's no need for dinner. I'll have Weiwei explain it to you herself later."

"No, Miss Yang, please don't misunderstand. I just think it would be more polite to talk in person. You are Weiwei's best friend, so you can definitely give me some advice on how to pursue Weiwei."

"I didn't misunderstand, I was just afraid my boyfriend would misunderstand. Mr. Zhuang, you understand what I mean, right?"

Yang Tao hung up the phone after saying that.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Xiao Liu looking at me with a gossipy expression.

"Manager Yang—"

"Don't get me wrong, I said that on purpose to get rid of this kind of person who's sticking to me like glue. I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Xiao Liu clearly didn't believe Yang Tao's statement, but he didn't dare to inquire further during work hours.

Yang Tao then sent a text message to Lan Weiwei, telling her about Zhuang Yan's matter.

A few minutes later, I received a text message from Lan Weiwei on my phone.

"Okay, I'll explain it to Zhuang Yan properly. By the way, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."

Yang Tao immediately replied to the text message:
"Still eating? Have you forgotten how embarrassing it was when you couldn't get a taxi during rush hour yesterday?"

Just as I was about to put down my phone, Lan Weiwei sent me another text message.

"Let's go eat the braised pork knuckle rice at the Maple Tree Restaurant at Yanjingmao that Zhuangyan mentioned last night. It should be easy for you to borrow a meal card from someone you know at school, right?"

Yang Tao watched the video that Old Boys made last night. It was really fun to watch, and more importantly, it made Yang Tao really craving it.

Since Lan Weiwei brought it up, let's go eat there.

As for something as trivial as borrowing a meal card, Yang Tao wouldn't need to ask Yang Muye for help. She could just go to the cafeteria, pay any student to borrow their card, and swipe it.

In the afternoon, Lan Weiwei arrived as promised.

I wore a very appropriate sportswear outfit because I was going to eat at the Yanjingmao canteen.

A brown sleeveless top, a khaki pleated skirt, paired with white knee-high socks and tennis shoes, exudes youthful energy.

After the taxi came to a stop, Zhang Guangzheng went over and opened the car door.

After Lan Weiwei got out of the car, she casually said thank you, which left Zhang Guangzheng stunned on the spot, forgetting to close the car door.

Seeing this, Wang Niulang stepped forward and helped close the car door, then scolded impatiently, "We have guests, why are you still looking!"

Just as Zhang Guangzheng came to his senses, he saw a Mercedes-Benz C-Class sedan parked in front of him.

The car door opened, and Zhuang Yan stepped out of the car.

He had followed the taxi all the way here. When he saw Lan Weiwei walking into the hotel, he threw the car keys into Zhang Guangzheng's arms and quickly chased after her.

This person—

Zhang Guangzheng was speechless.

Zhang Guangzheng had seen many rude customers, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Zhuang Yan who threw the car keys at him without saying a word.

Just as she was about to complain to Wang Niulang, she turned her head and saw Wang Niulang staring intently at Zhuang Yan's back, frowning as if he were thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)