She cannot be He Jiayin, nor can she know He Jiayin.

He Jiayin is dead, and He Jiayin will never come back again.

But why did his heart beat faster when he saw that woman? Why did his heart begin to hurt uncontrollably?

"Chuan~~" Tang Qiaoen followed Mu Zechuan: "Are you going to keep doing this to me? Why do you still miss He Jiayin after she has been dead for so many years? Why can't I enter your heart?"

"Tang Qiaoen, don't bother me!" Mu Zechuan turned around in disgust and left quickly.

Tang Qiaoen stood there, clenching his fists bitterly.

"Miss Tang, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?" Wen Qian was very happy to see Tang Qiaoen being ignored by the handsome guy, so she came over to make fun of her.

"How could it be?" Tang Qiaoen forced himself to be strong.

"Miss Tang, who is the handsome guy talking to you? Can you introduce him to me?" Wen Qian asked knowingly.

"What did you mean just now?" Tang Qiaoen asked looking at Mu Zechuan's back.

"That's right, it looks like the one named Mu." Wen Qian still said with a smile.

"He is my husband!" Tang Qiaoen's eyes widened.

"Really? Why can't I see it?" Wen Qian felt that Tang Qiaoen would be pissed to death if she kept talking.

"You!" Tang Qiaoen didn't want to offend Wen Qian, so he couldn't quarrel with her and turned around to leave.

"Miss Tang, have you forgotten something important?" Seeing that Tang Qiaoen was about to leave, Wen Qian hurriedly called to her.

"What?" Tang Qiaoen turned around after hearing her question.

"You came here today, don't you want to know whether your company has been included in the investment targets of our Shengshi Group?" Wen Qian came over holding a wine glass.

"..." After Wen Qian reminded Tang Qiaoen, she remembered that yes, she had forgotten, this was her original purpose tonight.

"Ms. Wen, it's already this time. I think Shengshi Group has already decided on the company to invest in." Tang Qiaoen asked eagerly: "Does our MT exist?"

Wen Qian pursed her lips and smiled: "Ms. Tang, when men discuss business, they all like to drink. It makes it easier to talk and do things. I think this method is good." After she finished speaking, she waved her hand and called the waiter.

A waiter came over carrying a dozen glasses of pure whiskey.

Wen Qian looked at Tang Qiaoen: "Miss Tang, if you drink all this, I will tell you whether MT is qualified or not!"

"you!"

"Don't you want to drink?" Wen Qian smiled strangely: "If you don't drink, you may regret it!"

"Okay, I'll drink!" Tang Qiaoen picked up the cup, raised his head, and took a drink.

After a while, Tang Qiaoen drank more than a dozen glasses of whiskey.

"Ms. Tang has a good drinker." Wen Qian gave a thumbs up.

Tang Qiaoen was swaying after drinking, but his mind was still clear: "Ms. Wen, you should tell me now whether our MT has made it to your list, right?"

"That's it!" Wen Qian deliberately looked embarrassed: "I want to ask Sister Carrie if it can be announced to the public." After saying that, before Tang Qiaoen could say anything, she ran away quickly.

Tang Qiaoen knew that she had been tricked again. She was about to curse when she felt her stomach churn.

Too much wine!

She had no choice but to lift her legs and run towards the bathroom.

After vomiting all the wine in his stomach, Tang Qiaoen still felt dizzy.

The alcohol had entered her blood. She was drunk and had a headache.

In addition, she was even more angry after being played by Wen Qian just now.

She raised her head, looked at her swollen face in the mirror, and remembered the woman named He whom she mentioned when she was talking to Carrie Ho just now.

Why did Carrie Ho say such things to her?

Could it be that the friend named He she mentioned was really He Jiayin?

How could it be? How could it be? How could He Jiayin know someone like Carrie Ho? She had never heard of it before!

Yes, no!

Impossible! He Jiayin is already dead. He has been dead for three years and his body has turned into ashes!

She won't be in her life anymore!

Even if he comes out, he will only be a ghost!

Thinking of this, Tang Qiaoen smiled proudly.

Suddenly, she saw a figure appearing in the mirror in front of her.

A woman wearing a white trench coat, with long black hair and a pale face.

Tang Qiaoen was so frightened that his legs went weak because that woman's face was exactly the same as He Jiayin's!

Tang Qiaoen grasped the edge of the sink tightly with both hands, his arms kept shaking, and his legs had long been numb.

The woman in the mirror stared at her fiercely. After a few seconds, a strange smile appeared on her face.

"Ghost, you are a ghost! You are He Jiayin's ghost!" Tang Qiaoen shouted and turned around with all his strength, only to find that there was no one behind him.

She collapsed to the ground: "Ghost, it's really a ghost, He Jiayin's ghost..."

Tang Qiaoen was trembling with fear. He Jiayin's ghost was seeking revenge on her. He Jiayin's ghost was seeking her life!

He Jiayin walked out of the bathroom, took off her white windbreaker, then pulled up her long hair again and put on the black mask.

Thinking of the way Tang Qiaoen was frightened by her just now, He Jiayin's steps became brisk.

It feels so good.

Oh, Tang Qiaoen, this is just the beginning, I want you to taste all the pain I have suffered!

She took out her mobile phone from her handbag and dialed a number: "Jingxuan, it's me. Well, I'm fine. I'm going back to the hotel first. Well, it's fine. There shouldn't be any reporters at this time."

After hanging up the phone and taking a few steps forward, He Jiayin felt something was wrong.

Someone was following her.

She stopped, and the people behind her also stopped.

He Jiayin slowly turned around and saw Mu Zechuan standing about ten meters away from her, staring at her motionless.

He Jiayin knew that she should leave immediately because she didn't know whether Mu Zechuan had discovered her disguise, but she just couldn't move forward.

Mu Zechuan approached her step by step, and He Jiayin could feel his heavy breathing.

She knew that if she turned around and left at this time, her identity would be completely exposed. Thinking of this, she stood firm, raised her head, and waited for Mu Zechuan's arrival.

The distance was only a dozen meters, but every step Mu Zechuan took was so difficult.

The closer I got, the tighter my chest felt.

Is it her?

Is it He Jiayin?

He couldn't confirm it, he just felt that she exuded a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

For three years, he would dream about her countless nights.

But no matter how he dreams about her, she will never turn into a living person and stand in front of him.

He reached out his hand and slowly took off the mask from her face.

The face behind the mask was revealed. Mu Zechuan's hand shook and the mask fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Chapter completed!