After learning about Jiang Yihe's identity and personality, Shen Wanci had made a move. Although she wasn't sure if the other party was coming for her, coincidences like this usually didn't bode well.

It was originally just a backup plan, but I didn't expect it to be so useful so quickly.

"...."

There was a deathly silence in the air.

The looks other people gave Shen Wanci were no longer right.

Is self-monitoring a form of deviance?

Shen Wanci opened the notebook she carried with her. The hairpin had been repaired three days ago. She had originally planned to hand it in today, but a surprise inspection by the leader delayed things.

She opened the surveillance video from three days ago, and could clearly see her putting the repaired hairpin back into the box and labeling it.

After that, she stayed in the makeshift workspace with a few teachers to repair the crown. She didn't come back here during this time.

Because the surveillance was on her phone case, it moved with her and there was no way to know who had taken the hairpin and made it like this before putting it back.

However, as Shen Wanci said in the video, there was indeed only her in it. If someone approached, she would also avoid their face.

This let everyone else breathe a sigh of relief.

At the very least, it proves she's not a pervert who enjoys peeping.

Shen Wanci looked at Zhao Hongwei, whose face was pale as ashes, and said with sarcasm, "Teacher Zhao, can you prove now that the hairpin wasn't damaged because of me?"

Zhao Hongwei panted heavily, "The hairpin was stolen from here. You can't escape responsibility. Who knows if you instructed someone to do it? Could anyone else have stolen your key in this bustling office?"

"Oh," Shen Wanci smiled, drawing out her words, "Do you mean to say that there's someone in this museum colluding with me? And the key isn't just held here."

There are backups in the storage room and with the director.

Zhao Hongwei sneered, "It's not that..."

Before he could finish speaking, he reacted and realized that he had been tricked by Shen Wanci.

Because everyone in the room was glaring at him, especially Curator Yu, he shouted, "Get out."

If the leader wasn't present, he would tell him to get lost directly.

Even if the library was short-staffed, it couldn't tolerate someone with such a crooked mind who spent all day trying to frame their colleagues. Someone who is incompetent yet resents others for having talent.

He said with a hint of disdain, "Although Wanwan is not old, she has talent. She's the daughter of Ru Xuan, the granddaughter of Old Master Shen Chong'an. When you were still running errands for your teacher, she was probably already quite skilled."

as well as Xu Xuan, Shen Chong'an…

These are all industry icons. Even after many years, anyone in this line of work has heard these two names.

For a moment, the gazes of others fell upon Shen Wanci differently.

As for the matter of the fight, the director handed it over to the police. After seeing off the leader, he immediately fired Zhao Hongwei, this useless troublemaker who was always causing problems.

"You won't blame me for exposing your identity, will you?"

Such as the disappearance of Ru Xun in this line for many years, only a few old predecessors who had contact with her could recognize her style. He had this guess when he watched TV at that time, and later, after digging through the traps and scams, he found out Shen Wanci's identity from Lao Xu.

Shen Wanci shook her head: "The curator did this to make the teachers who participated in the restoration more convinced of me. I haven't even had time to say thank you, how could they say it's strange."

Many of the older generations at the museum had some reservations about her sudden arrival, though not as openly expressed as Zhao Hongwei's.

Today's commotion, although Shen Wanci cleared her suspicion on her own, some people will still think that there is no wind without waves. If we can't convince them, the voices of dissent will only grow louder and louder in the future.

Zhao Hongwei said he only knew there was a problem with the launch after receiving reports from others.

And who told him that?

What's up, Ginger?

Shen Wanci came out of the museum and sat in her car, but she didn't start it immediately.

She opened WeChat, there wasn't really anything in particular, just her fingers unconsciously tapping it open.

Chen Xu's WeChat profile picture was the second one at the top, and his last message was sent this morning: "Madam, Mr. Bo has a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius. He won't take medicine, and he even thinks I'm bothering him, so he drove me out."

The first one was the private detective Xiao Wu she hired: "The princess who was drinking with Jiang Yi last night got drunk and fell on her way back. She hit her face against a sharp stone and disfigured herself. She's now at the First People's Hospital."

Whether she fell by herself or was pushed, nobody knows. The surveillance cameras along that stretch of road happened to be broken.

He was following Ginger Yi, not paying attention to that passerby-like princess in the private room. He only learned about the disfigurement by chance.

Shen Wanci replied: "Got it, keep watching and be careful."

She started the car, and Chen Xu's phone call came at the exact moment, pleading: "Madam, Mr. Bo isn't answering his phone, and no one is picking up at his desk. Are you free now? Can you please check on him?"

"What are you doing?"

"Taking the Mandarin exam, I can't leave. When I was about to leave, General Bo was already completely lost in his thoughts. Now he doesn't answer calls or messages. Will something happen..."

“......”She felt like she heard a sob in Chen Xu's voice, a man over six feet tall acting pitiful, “I’ll give him a call.”

Shen Wanci removed Bo Jingzhou from her blacklist and dialed his number.

As expected, no one responded.

I called the housemaid again, but she had quit two days ago to go back and look after her grandson.

Shen Wanci stared at her phone, muttering to herself: "A big man, could he die just because of a fever? Even if he can't walk, he can call the family doctor."

Thinking this way, my heart felt much calmer.

At the fork in the road, Shen Wanci gritted her teeth and still turned the steering wheel to the left lane.

Residence at Yiting.

Her car drove right in, the fingerprint she had previously recorded on the gate hadn't been deleted. She pushed open the door and glanced around the living room—no one was there.

"Bo Jingzhou..."

Nobody answered.

Shen Wanci frowned, opened her shoe cabinet to take out shoe covers, but she saw the slippers she wore last year were still neatly arranged in their previous position.

I put on shoe covers after all.

There was no one on the first floor.

Shen Wanci went upstairs. The bedroom door on the second floor was unlocked, so she knocked but got no answer.

Has the dizziness from being truly ill really passed?

She didn't bother with whether it was appropriate or not, she just pressed down on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

At the same time, the glass door of the bedroom bathroom was also pulled open. Bo Jingzhou came out from inside, his hair and body still dripping with water, sliding along the taut muscles on his chest and abdomen into the towel wrapped around his waist.

As if sensing something, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Shen Wanci at the doorway.

When she saw that the person was fine, Shen Wanci finally relaxed her tense heart and grumbled, “Why didn’t you lock the door when you took a shower?”

Bo Jingzhou let out a 'Heh' and walked towards her, "I live alone, does it matter if I lock the door or not?"

Listen to this sound, full of energy and vitality, not like someone who is sick at all.

Shen Wanci turned and left without a word, but was pulled back into the room by Bo Jingzhou's quick hands.

The room door slammed shut behind him with a bang.

Bo Jingzhou smiled softly, looking very pleased: "Come see me?"

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