Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082: Star Era Guide (32)
“Miss Xie, if you don’t clarify this matter, I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”
Wun Qing’s voice came from behind, carrying a chilling coldness.
“I… I don’t know.” Xie Wanwan stammered: “I don’t know anything, don’t ask me.”
“You don’t know? Then who does?” Wun Qing pressed closer to Xie Wanwan: “He Ye? What are you and he planning? What are your intentions toward the Wun Family?”
He Ye…
Yes, He Ye.
Why hasn’t He Ye come yet?
Xie Wanwan stubbornly refused to speak, hoping He Ye would come to rescue her.
Wun Qing: “Miss Xie, do you know how the Star Era law judges identity chip theft? I can hand you over to the Ministry of Justice right now.”
Xie Wanwan’s pupils slightly widened.
Of course, she knew.
She had specifically researched it.
But at that time, she thought Chuzheng was already dead; even if not, she would never appear here.
Wun Qing had seen so much, Xie Wanwan could hold out for a bit, but not for long.
She was quite frightened by Wun Qing’s words.
“When I… I got this identity chip, it wasn’t activated. I don’t know whose it is, I just wanted to leave that place, I really don’t know whose it is.”
“You don’t know?” Wun Qing laughed: “Then how come you deliberately waited for Grandma? And previously, you intentionally approached me.”
Wun Qing pulled up the evidence he had gathered before.
Xie Wanwan saw herself wandering at different times in the footage.
Xie Wanwan’s legs went weak.
Her mind buzzed, leaving it blank.
It was over.
It was over.
“I’m more curious about who helped you investigate the identity chip matter, was it the He Family?” Identity chips have application records, but not just anyone can check them.
Wun Qing could even imagine Xie Wanwan being recognized back into the Wun Family, and if a genetic test were needed, perhaps the He Family might also help cover it up.
At that time, this matter would be completely buried.
The only consolation for Wun Qing was that he had met the girl with a similar appearance to his uncle’s in advance, which aroused his suspicion.
He Ye was still not here.
Xie Wanwan could not withstand Wun Qing’s questioning and honestly recounted the events on that planet.
After listening, Wun Qing could barely contain his anger.
“What about the He Family? What plot do you have with them?”
“I… I just know He Ye.” Xie Wanwan didn’t lie about this; He Ye was kind to her and had helped her.
She also liked He Ye, as for any plot, she truly didn’t know.
Wun Qing was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: “Miss Xie, come with me to the Ministry of Justice.”
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By the time Xie Wanwan was taken to the Ministry of Justice, Chuzheng still didn’t know. She was standing outside the school field.
Jing Lan had said during the day he didn’t want to see Zhou Jue.
But at night, he sneaked over.
Jing Lan lay in Zhou Jue’s hands, with quite a few empty bottles beside him.
He half-opened his eyes, looking at the somewhat gray sky.
No starlight could be seen in the sky today.
It felt oppressive.
Chuzheng climbed onto Zhou Jue, Jing Lan seemed to know she was there, having no reaction.
Chuzheng sat beside him, Jing Lan handed her a bottle of wine: “Want a drink?”
Chuzheng didn’t speak, took it, and drank a sip. The wine was very strong, but the breath was sweet, just like the sweet taste she had smelled before.
Seeing Chuzheng drink, Jing Lan’s chaotic thoughts returned, and he suddenly sat up: “Spit it out.”
Chuzheng looked at him inexplicably.
You asked me to drink it, now you want me to spit it out?
Even women aren’t as fickle as you!
“I swallowed it.” With that, Chuzheng opened her mouth to show him.
Jing Lan snatched the bottle away, staring at her for a few seconds: “You have no spiritual power?”
Chuzheng shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
Chuzheng nodded.
The test results showed none.
Jing Lan’s grip on the bottle slightly loosened.
He looked away: “If you don’t feel well, tell me.”
Chuzheng felt that this wine was somehow different from ordinary wine: “What’s in this?”
“Nothing.” Jing Lan lay back down, moving all the alcohol to his side: “No one ever taught you not to drink things given by others?”
“You’re not others.”
“…”
Jing Lan turned sideways, his ear tips slightly red because of her words.
“Do you want to pursue me, or…”
Jing Lan’s body sank as the girl’s body pressed over, and the rest of Jing Lan’s words were blocked by the girl’s warm body.
He quickly flipped over, and Chuzheng fell into his arms.
The girl frowned, her face expressionless, but she was clearly not right.
Jing Lan grasped her shoulders: “Aren’t you without spiritual power?”
Chuzheng’s breathing was a bit rushed, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
“Damn!”
Jing Lan cursed softly, picking her up and jumping down directly.
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Bang bang bang—
Professor Wei opened the door with a disheveled head: “Who is it, in the middle of the night…”
Before he finished speaking, the person was pushed aside, Jing Lan brought a faint scent of alcohol into the house.
Professor Wei, in a daze, seemed to see Jing Lan carrying someone.
“…”
It wasn’t just his imagination.
Professor Wei slammed the door shut, clear-headed upon seeing who Jing Lan was carrying, unable to stop twitching at the corners of his mouth.
This must be a wrong house!
Jing Lan placed the person on the sofa in the living room: “She drank my wine.”
Professor Wei was stunned for a moment, then said: “Your wine doesn’t affect ordinary people, she must just be drunk.”
“No.” Jing Lan pulled him closer: “She only had one sip.”
The girl on the sofa had her eyes closed, an unusual flush on her face, and cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
Professor Wei sobered up instantly.
He reached out, placing a hand on Chuzheng’s forehead. The scorching temperature almost made Professor Wei withdraw his hand.
“She has no spiritual power.”
“Are you sure?”
Professor Wei said: “Yin Er told me before, she was tested, and she doesn’t have spiritual power.”
Jing Lan’s tone was tinged with irritation: “Then why is she like this now?”
Professor Wei: “…”
I don’t know either.
So confused.
“Take her downstairs first.” Professor Wei directed Jing Lan: “I’ll be right there.”
Professor Wei lived in a place with a basement, used occasionally for training exercises and equipped with a small medical room.
Jing Lan placed Chuzheng on the medical room platform, lowered his head to look at Chuzheng, and couldn’t help but hold her hand.
The scorching temperature made Jing Lan’s heart tremble slightly: “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”
Professor Wei came down hurriedly, and Jing Lan immediately released Chuzheng, stepping aside.
“I just contacted the principal, he just returned, and should be here soon.” Professor Wei said as he gathered supplies: “Why did you give her alcohol for no reason?”
“I…” Jing Lan opened his mouth.
At that time, his mind was blank.
Sometimes when Master Yin Er or Professor Wei came, he’d offer it casually, but they would always refuse…
Professor Wei shooed Jing Lan away: “Don’t get in the way here, go out first.”
Jing Lan looked at Chuzheng, knowing he was of no help here, he turned and left.