Jail.

The lawyer was a young, beautiful and cold woman. Her bright red lipstick made her appear very imposing. After asking about the events that transpired, she closed her briefcase.

"When will I be able to go out?"

There was no worry on his face, only disdain for the deplorable conditions of the detention center and annoyance at having his time wasted.

His villa definitely didn't have any illegal items, the police who conducted the search can attest to that. As for imprisoning Su Minghui, they were in a relationship, and she was mentally unstable, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Mr. Ginger, you must know who you offended, right? Technically, you could be granted bail, but since the other party has spoken up, bail is off the table."

Ginger Chengwen's first thought was Ginger Er Ye. He had been suppressing him everywhere in the company recently. The surface veneer of fraternal camaraderie between them had long since been shattered. But then he reacted, Ginger Er Ye didn't have such a big hand in Kyoto, his foundation was shallow. He could still operate on the business side, but the political...

If it wasn't him, then it must have been Bo Jingzhou.

This is a bit tricky.

Elder Ginger frowned. Could it be that his last attempt to deal with Shen Wanci had been exposed?

Before he could figure out what was going on, the lawyer continued, "Sir asks you, what did you promise him, and when can you deliver?"

"Hmph…" Old Master Jiang panted heavily, his molars gritted tightly, "Unless he lets me pass this hurdle safely, there's no way he'll get what he wants."

"You're getting a bit bold," the lawyer stood up, his voice sharp. "Sir hates being threatened the most. You weren't arrested for doing him favors, why should he bail you out?"

She looked at him with eyes like she was looking at an ant, then bent down, her red lips moving slightly: "But sir is generous, he can let you go. As for whether you'll be caught again, it depends on your own ability. You only have one day, after which Bo Jingzhou will receive the message."

A woman's estimate of a day's time was obviously inaccurate. Half an hour after Ginger Five left the detention center, Bo Jingzhou received a letter.

He glanced at Shen Wanci, who was sound asleep beside him, then got up and went to the study. He first called someone to find her, and then called Mr. Ginger Second, “Mr. Ginger Fifth has been released on bail, I’ve already sent people to look for her, before that, you'd better not go out.”

He fell silent for a moment, just three minutes before Bo Jingzhou's phone call, he received a message from Ginger Five: "Want to know why Shen Anqiao died? Bring the painting to the beach."

Kyoto has no sea; the nearest one is over two hundred kilometers away, a four-hour drive. If you were to go now, it would be almost midnight.

The text message didn't say he couldn't bring people. To be so reckless, either he was holding onto the idea of dying together, or he had already made preparations, so whether he brought people or not didn't matter to him.

"Second Master Ginger: "You keep Wanci safe, I don't have anything to do here..."

"Bang..."

The door to the study was ajar, someone pushed it open. Bo Jingzhou turned his head and saw Shen Wanci who should have been asleep holding her phone at the doorway. She was in pajamas, barefoot on the carpet, "Master Jiang's people called me, saying that if I want to know about my mother, I should go to the beach."

Over the phone, Old Master Jiang also heard about this. He and Bo Jingzhou both didn't want her to go on a risky mission. Who knows what desperate things the other party might do? But they also knew how much effort and time Shen Wanci had put into investigating this case. Now that she was so close to the truth, no one felt comfortable asking her to wait at home for news.

Shen Wanci: “He said if I didn’t go, this matter would never see the light of day. He’d rather take it to the grave with him.”

Then, Ginger Second Master closed his eyes and said, "Let's go together."

After hanging up the phone, the two went to meet Tianyu Jiangjing and Ginger Second Master first, and then together went to the place that Ginger Fifth Master said. There were dozens of cars in total, all with highly skilled bodyguards who had undergone rigorous training, could adapt to various extreme environments, and were very good at water.

But even so, Bo Jingzhou was still not very reassured.

He frowned and said, "If there's danger later, run first. Don't worry about anyone else."

The fact that Shen Wanci is the daughter of Ginger Second Master was not made public. Even if Jiang Yihe guessed it, there was no evidence to prove it, and they hadn't seen each other in so many years. What kind of substantial emotional connection could they possibly have?

Logically speaking, someone as cunning and experienced as Elder Ginger shouldn't waste his time on her.

Shen Wanci grasped his hand: "Good, you too. If there's danger, run. Living is more important than any truth. We've done our best, even if the results aren't as we hoped, we'll be content."

In the passenger seat, Second Master Jiang heard this and felt a pang of heartache. His heart was filled with the bitterness of seeing his carefully cultivated cabbage suddenly trampled by a pig that popped out of nowhere. This cheap Thin Jingzhou is such a pig!

Since he got on the bus, this father hasn't received a single word of concern. So they ran away when they were in danger, and he should have charged forward instead?

The more I thought about it, the more bitter my heart became. The more bitter it got, the less I could stand to look at Bo Jingzhou.

He also wanted to recognize Wanci later and keep her by his side for a few more years. Judging by this posture, it seems unlikely that he'll be able to keep her.

Perhaps sensing his mournful gaze, Bo Jingzhou looked up at him. Ginger Erye let out a snort and turned his head to look out the window.

Bo Jingzhou: "Dad, you be careful too. Mom probably doesn't want to see you either. Just be sensible and don't go bothering her."

"!!! Lao Er almost gave him a heart attack. He glared at him with narrowed eyes: "Who told you to call me 'Dad'? Shut your mouth."

"They've stripped away every layer of that person's identity, what more is there to hide?"

“...”

Did he mean that?

The car had just exited the highway when it received the other party's location. It was midnight, and there were almost no cars on the road. After driving for another half hour along the navigation, they arrived at a deserted fishing village, very small, estimated to be only a dozen households.

At this point, everyone was asleep. Except for the sparse streetlights still glowing, everything was silent. Not even a dog barked.

On the pitch-black sea surface, a ship was moored, its hanging lights like lighthouses guiding people forward. Faintly, several black human figures could be seen moving around. A group of people disembarked on the beach and walked towards it.

Ginger's second master pulled Bo Jingzhou forward two steps and whispered, "If your proposal isn't grand enough, I won't agree to let Wanci marry you. Women all like ceremony; in this regard, you can't disappoint her."

He did a lot of ideological work before he reluctantly took a step back.

Bo Jingzhou took out his phone and showed him the design drawings sent by the jewelry designer: "Is this scale big enough?"

Since that day when Shen Wanci let slip, he had been planning the proposal.

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