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墨書 Inktalez
Until the time I had agreed upon with Qiqi, I stayed in the hotel, not stepping outside even once.
I held my phone, searching online for a plethora of information.
Specifically, about Zhang Yunxin.
To be precise, it was about the research institute where Zhang Yunxin worked and the pharmaceutical projects they were developing.
I had heard from my college roommate long ago that shortly after going abroad, Zhang Yunxin joined a publicly listed pharmaceutical group.
However, I had never inquired about the specifics.
Last night, Zhang Yunxin and Xinchuan had intercepted Chen Feiyang's car, insisting on showing me some report.
That piqued my curiosity about her affairs.
Clearly, Zhang Yunxin's actions last night were likely just to accompany Xinchuan in putting on a show.
Even if she had genuinely sent me her so-called materials at that moment, I wouldn't have believed a word she said.
If they truly wanted to deceive me, altering the information on those documents would be an easy task for them.
However, I thought that no matter how skilled they were, it was unlikely they could alter all the information on the internet overnight.
I typed "Zhang Yunxin" into the search engine.
Soon enough, a plethora of search results related to her popped up.
I must say, over the years, Zhang Yunxin has indeed been thriving in her career.
There were numerous interviews and reports about her online, all praising her without exception.
As I casually flipped through a few articles, I came across a piece of news that had just been released recently.
It announced that Xinchuan's company had reached a collaboration with the team led by Zhang Yunxin.
It turned out that Xinchuan hadn't lied to me about this matter.
He indeed had a working relationship with Zhang Yunxin.
I carefully calculated the timing of that news release.
It coincided perfectly with the days I discovered the connection between Xinchuan and Zhang Yunxin.
It also matched what Xinchuan had said before.
I searched for more information about the drug developed by Zhang Yunxin's team.
In a post on a public account, I saw that familiar white pill bottle.
Unfortunately, since the drug had not yet been confirmed for official use, there wasn't much specific information about it in the post.
Most of the content was dedicated to introducing the team and the group behind it, filled with praise like "professional," "experienced," and "top-tier."
I patiently read through the post and gained a general understanding of Zhang Yunxin's team.
This was a professional group specializing in psychological treatment research. Besides that drug, they were also working on a device similar to hypnosis (due to being in the early stages of research, relevant information was scarce).
According to the official statements, this drug indeed had calming effects and could treat insomnia.
Moreover, one point mentioned in all the posts was that this drug is currently known to have the least side effects on the human body among central nervous system modulators.
In short, all the information I found seemed to align perfectly with what Xinchuan had said before.
Yet, the more I learned, the more unsettled I felt.
I clearly saw Xinchuan and Zhang Yunxin together at a hotel.
Even if they truly were just colleagues, even if the drug Xinchuan gave me was completely fine...
So what?
He cheated; that was an undeniable fact.
I had already sentenced Xinchuan to an irrevocable death penalty in my heart.
The case was settled.
As dinner time approached, I prepared to tidy up and head out.
Since I had rushed out of the hospital yesterday, all I had on me was a patient gown and a coat sponsored by Chen Feiyang.
I certainly couldn't wear that to dinner with Qiqi.
So, I had no choice but to call a delivery guy to help me buy a random outfit from the mall.
I sat on the sofa, thinking about Zhang Yunxin and that medication while waiting for the delivery guy to bring the items.
I hadn't brought any cosmetics, and at that moment, I didn't have the mood to put on makeup anyway.
About twenty minutes after placing the order, someone knocked on my room door.
I glanced at the time and thought that the delivery guy was quite prompt.
I got up to open the door.
At the door stood a delivery guy wearing a hat, handing me a large box.
Looking at the box, I felt a bit puzzled.
I had only ordered a set of clothes; did it really need such a big box?
As I took the box from him, I asked, "This packaging is too extravagant. How much did it cost? Do I need to pay extra…"
Before I could finish my sentence, the delivery guy surprisingly turned around and left.
He just left me standing there in shock.
What is going on?!
Did I say something wrong? Why are they treating me like this?!
I looked down at the box in my hands, a wave of unease washing over me.
Clutching the box, I turned and headed back inside.
Just to be cautious, I shook the box a little, pressing my ear against it like they do in the movies, listening intently for a long while.
I was terrified it might contain a bomb or something…
But clearly, I was overthinking it.
Even if someone wanted to harm me, they wouldn’t go through the trouble of using a bomb to make such a big scene.
A plain girl like me probably isn’t worth more than a single bomb anyway.
Hearing nothing strange from inside the box, I finally felt reassured enough to open it.
But the moment I lifted the lid…
I would have preferred if it had been a bomb!
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