闪电算

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After Ye Xingguangs plea for rescue fell on deaf ears with Ye Junqing, she couldn’t help but pin her hopes on the other men at the dining table.

However, all the others at the table followed suit, just like Ye Junqing, focused on eating their meals in an ultra-aristocratic style, silent as a touch.

Ye Xingguang screamed internally, they were all letting her die without lifting a finger!

“Miss Ye, if you can’t provide evidence, shall we consider it null and void?”

“Wait, how do others usually provide proof?”

The civil affairs bureau staff pulled out some photos for her to look at.

“These were provided as evidence by other respondents.”

Ye Xingguang glanced at them and suddenly had an idea, greatly inspired: “l have some.’

Upon hearing this, before the staff from the civil affairs bureau could react, Fu Zhuo, Ji Qishu, Tang Zhou, and MO Fei at the table simultaneously looked at her with disbelief, even more than the civil affairs bureau staff.

Ye Xingguang felt humiliated and wished the ground would swallow her up.

Why are they staring? Not only did they refuse to help, but they also didn’t want her to figure out a solution?

Bracing herself, Ye Xingguang took off her shoes, raised her foot, and pointed to her heel: “Can this count as evidence?”

The staff member from the civil affairs bureau was stunned: “What is this?”

“A kiss mark!”

Ye Xingguang declared without blushing or skipping a beat.

Who knew who was sipping on soup, but they suddenly spat it out on hearing her words.

Ye Xingguang shot the mood breaker a glare and then confidently said, “Accept it!

The back of her heel was red, a result of scraping off fish scales the previous night. It vaguely resembled the photos given by the civil affairs bureau staff. The only evidence she could think of, should she give in and accept defeat?

The staff member from the civil affairs bureau: .

Fu Zhuo + Ji Qishu + Tang Zhou + MO Fei: .

The next second, everyone turned their gaze towards Ye Junqing. Does he have such a peculiar fetish?

Ye Junqings face turned exceedingly black in an instant. He glared at her, infuriated. Damn it, say that again!

Ye Xingguang didn’t dare to look at Ye Junqing. To deal with the civil affairs bureau staff, she gathered her courage, her face turning red and resolutely insisted, “This is the real evidence he left on me last night!”

The staff member, who possibly could be Ye Shitings political enemy, unable to find a lead on Ye Xingguang, switched their target and fearlessly started questioning the domineering Ye Junqing.

“Mr. Ye, to testify that Miss Ye is not falsifying information, you only need to answer one question.”

Although Ye Junqing didn’t pay any attention to the civil affairs bureau staff, giving off a gloomy aura, this didn’t stop them from initiating their questioning.

“Mr. Ye, Miss Ye has an old scar on her lower back, could you please specify its exact location.’

“Three inches to the left of the coccyx.”

Ye Junqings reply came immediately. Taken aback, Ye Xingguang wondered how he knew about it?

That scar was noted when she filled out information at the civil affairs bureau, but Ye Junqing couldn’t have seen it. How did he know it so clearly?

Ye Xingguang subconsciously touched her lower back. Did he really not sneak into her room last night with ulterior motives?

Their answers were watertight. The civil affairs bureau staff couldn’t find any discrepancies. After taking photos for documentation, they excused themselves.

After the civil affairs bureau staff left, Ye Junqing couldn’t suppress his temper anymore and shot her a dangerous glance: “Ye Xingguang, say it one more time, what’s on the back of your foot?”