Hong Kong Island.
As darkness falls, the lights of the city begin to glow, and thousands of neon lights illuminate the streets and alleys, like a myriad of dazzling stars decorating the night sky.
Horse racing is in full swing at the racecourse in Shatin, and the grandstand is bustling with excitement.
Zhou Jiatong was not interested in betting on which horse would win today's race, but now she sat in the private VIP box of the racing club, staring at the entertainment magazine in front of her, with a very bad look on her face.
On the entertainment weekly, it was a scene of Chen Zhongyuan and Yu Yao appearing in the airport hall, followed by four cold-faced black-clad bodyguards.
On the entertainment weekly, Yu Yao's face was fully exposed, if not clear.
Even though her face was fully captured, at this moment, she was not acting overly familiar with Chen Zhongyuan.
She was just quietly following behind Chen Zhongyuan.
"Are you sure that the woman upstairs is the same mysterious woman who was held in A Yuan's arms twice?"
Zhou Jiatong pointed at the entertainment magazine in front of her and her gaze was indeed fixed on the young man seated across from her on the sofa, in a black suit, as she said.
The man in black suit is named Shen Qing, a well-known private detective on the island.
Since that day's incident at the Michelin parking lot, Zhou Jiatong has contacted him, asking the other party to help figure out the identity of the mysterious woman.
Now it's clear that the investigation has already been completed.
Shen Qing saw Zhou Jiatong staring at him intently, and smiled twice before saying, "According to the body shape comparison and the information we have recently obtained, it should be her."
He compared the entertainment magazine taken at the airport with the photos originally taken by the reporter.
"Miss Zhou, have a look yourself. Don't you think the body shape and temperament are quite similar?"
Zhou Jiatong peeked over to take a look and compare.
Without looking at the face, the body shape and temperament are indeed very similar.
Even so, it can be said that there is no difference at all.
Her expression instantly turned unsightly.
"What else have you found?"
Zhou Jiatong looked up at the man across from her, and asked coldly.
"Her name is Yu Yao. She just graduated from the Hong Kong Island University. Her mother was forced to mortgage her to Ho Zhihua due to unpayable debts."
Shen Qing leaned back against the sofa behind him, legs crossed, and lit another cigarette before continuing.
"On June 20th, Ho Zhihua took her to the Peninsula Hotel with the intent of raping her. When she refused, she ran out, and by chance encountered Mr. Chen."
He leaned forward to knock the ash off his cigarette, looked at Zhou Jiatong who was clearly waiting for him to continue, and continued, "I don't know what happened in the meantime, but not long after that, Ho Zhihua was sent to the police station by Chen's bodyguards, charged with raping a minor. He hasn't been released yet."
"And, this woman was naked when she ran out of Ho Zhihua's room. The security camera footage from the Peninsula Hotel also captured the scene, but the video was later hacked and cannot be viewed anymore."
Shen Qing took two puffs of the cigarette and added another sentence.
"Are you saying that this woman met A Yuan at the Peninsula Hotel, and A Yuan helped her resolve the problem?"
Zhou Jiatong buried herself in the sofa of the private box, with her arms crossed and a cold face, as she spoke to Shen Qing.
"Based on the information we have so far, that seems to be the case."
Shen Qing paid no mind to Zhou Jiatong's cold expression, took another two puffs of the cigarette, and continued.
"We also found out that not long after that, this woman started working at Winning Group. Her job was Chen's secretary. She had only been in the company for a week when Mr. Chen bought her a car worth over 40 million for daily use. Now she's gone to Paris with him…"
"Don't say anymore…"
Zhou Jiatong had understood everything. She suddenly stood up and spoke loudly to Shen Qing.
Her expression was extremely unpleasant.
"This is a check for fifty million yuan, your fee."
She coldly took out a prepared check from her bag and placed it in front of Shen Qing, picking up her bag and leaving quickly.
Shen Qing did not pay attention to Zhou Jiatong's departure, reached out and picked up the check in front of him, half-closed his eyes and looked at the number on it with pleasure, laughing out loud.
"Hmm... No wonder she's a property tycoon's daughter, she spends freely, and such deals are best to come often."
He crushed out the cigarette butt in his hand, put the check away, and then got up to leave the private room.
Zhou Jiatong had already left the Shatin Racecourse and was sitting in her pink Bentley flying at high speed. She had originally wanted to book a ticket to Paris immediately.
But Paris was so vast, even if she went there immediately, she might not be able to find A Yuan and that whore.
Zhou Jiatong frustratedly slapped the steering wheel in front of her, cursed loudly, "You dirty bitch, let you have a good time in Paris for a few days. When you come back, I'll make sure you regret crossing me."
She stepped on the gas pedal and soon drove away.
In France, Paris, within a vast private estate.
Yu Yao followed Chen Zhongyuan into the estate. The spacious and vast marble courtyard, the ornamental private garden with blooming flowers, villas, libraries, indoor swimming pools, banquet halls, stables and more.
The interior of the villa was also decorated luxuriously, with antique furniture worth millions of dollars, which amazed her.
She randomly chose a room to live in.
Chen Zhongyuan also followed in, took off his suit jacket, and casually hung it on the side.
Yu Yao noticed something was wrong: "You're going to live in the same room as me?"
After that one night with the Chinese medicine, they had slept together, but there had been no special intimate contact since then.
The most they had done was hugging, kissing, and holding each other.
The main reason was that she lived at home every day.
Chen Zhongyuan smiled and echoed her tone, "It's not like we haven't lived together before."
Yu Yao did not mind living together with Chen Zhongyuan, and even because he was her target, she hoped that their relationship could progress faster.
But it's still necessary to be modest.
"Mr. Chen, although we are boyfriend and girlfriend, before we get married, it's important to maintain a certain decorum."
She said this with a serious expression.
Chen Zhongyuan snorted derisively at the girl in front of him: "Decorum? I remember someone fire-hoseed me and couldn't get my belt undone. She even cried…"
"That... that was because I was drugged. How can you mix the two together?"
Yu Yao's face turned bright red, as if she was embarrassed, and finally chose not to pay him any mind.
Chen Zhongyuan laughed twice, rested in the estate for a while, and then left for other business.
Before he left, he instructed her, "I have some business to take care of. Just stay in the estate and don't wander around. If you're hungry, call the maids to make something for you. Tell them what you want to eat."
Yu Yao sat on the sofa and nodded softly.
She didn't realize she didn't know French until Chen Zhongyuan left.
Without speaking French, wouldn't she go hungry later?
Yu Yao looked at the maid who was sorting her things and could see that she was a French person.
She tried to greet her in French: "Bonjour."
Hello.
These are just a few phrases she learned for her trip to France last minute.
The French maid stopped her actions, turned around and looked at her, respectfully said: "What to order, sir."
Yu Yao just stood there staring at the maid blankly, having no idea what she was saying.
The system nearly burst into laughter. It kindly translated for her: "She is asking what you wish to have."
Hearing the system's translation, Yu Yao awkwardly smiled and said to the maid, "J'ai faim."
I'm hungry.
She only knew a few simple phrases and they were learned last minute.
If the other person didn't understand, she wouldn't know what to do.
Fortunately, the maid seemed to understand, said something, and Yu Yao didn't understand either. Anyway, she left soon.
She sat on the sofa and played her phone, playing and playing until she fell asleep.
Chen Zhongyuan didn't come back either, and Yu Yao was woken up by the maid.
She said something in French that she still couldn't understand.
But she also guessed that it meant to go to the dining room for dinner.
She said "Merci" in French.
She got up and followed the maid to the restaurant.
When she got to the restaurant, she saw several delicacies on the table, very exquisite.
French goose liver, honey glazed duck breast, lobster soup, cheese...
The quantity was too much, and it would be a waste for her to eat it alone.
Finally, she ate until her stomach was full and found herself a bit stuffed.
After thinking for a moment, she went for a walk in the garden to digest her meal.
When Chen Zhongyuan returned at nine in the evening, he saw the girl walking in the garden, and his expression softened.
