"That's because… you look like her."
This sentence was stuck in Weiai's mind for a long time. She finally cleared her doubts.
However, she could not help but doubt it.
Do such persistent people really exist in the real world? Someone that is so persistent that he wants to keep a look-alike by his side?
As she was thinking, Weiai adjusted herself and smiled tentatively. "So what you are saying is that… I look similar to a friend of yours?"
Just as she finished her sentence, Weiai could distinctly feel the stiffening of Shen Shaobai's body. She had made the correct guess.
"You… like her?"
Weiai tried to probe further while she twisted her body around to find a comfortable position.
When Shen Shaobai did not reply to her, she frowned. "You… are unable to find her?"
Weiai asked again, curious.
However, no matter what she asked, the man still wore a cold and unapproachable expression on his face.
Weiai was startled. She could not help but think of the worst-case scenario. After a short while, she spoke in a low tone with sympathy, "I see, she is no longer alive."
"Xia Weiai!"
Her careless words caused the silent Shen Shaobai to speak out.
Weiai drew her neck backward to keep a distance from him. However, she was still lying in his arms.
After hesitating for a short while, she tried to comfort him. "No matter what, I am not the person you are looking for. You cannot keep me by your side just because I resemble her, this is not right! Not only that, it is illegal by law to deprive someone of their freedom."
"Illegal?"
Upon hearing her words, Shen Shaobai pursed his thin lips and said in a mocking tone.
At the next moment, he suddenly leaned over, closer and closer towards Weiai.
Weiai's heart started to beat faster upon seeing his face magnify in front of her. "Have you forgotten that you offered yourself willingly to me the night before?"
Boom—
At that moment, Weiai's mind turned blank, her face started to turn red and her shame turned into frustration. Very quickly, she exerted her strength to straighten her body. "I was asking for help from you, it was not for you to take advantage of me! Do you have any sympathy for others at all?"
"Ha, sympathy?"
Shen Shaobai gave a burst of cold laughter that could make someone's blood turn cold.
"Just like what you said, I, Shen Shaobai, have never possessed any sympathy for anyone."
Shen Shaobai—
Weiai's eyes widened in shock.
It turns out he is Shen Shaobai, the prince of the capital city, a mysterious existence.
The Shen Family's origins could be traced back to the last century, and its developments over the years had turned it into a prestigious conglomerate. Its business was also doing well overseas. Within the family, some also engaged themselves in politics, while others were closely related to the triad gangs of the underworld.
It could be said that the Shen Family had connections in the economic market, in politics and in the underworld. They were indeed the true winner of all three arenas.
According to rumors, Shen Shaobai, the favorite grandson of Old Master Shen, would be the future inheritor of the Shen Family!
He had always kept himself low and mysterious and had never revealed himself to the media, yet his name was known by everyone.
His tactics were aggressive and he was born into a rich family. However, he was a true prodigy who was in control of the domestic economic lifeline.
There were many rumors about him. It was a goal for many businessmen to secure a collaboration with him as it brought them honor and glory.
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Yes, "was a goal" as in the past.
Even his father had spoken more than once about Shen Shaobai being a legend of his time.
However, this respectable man was destroyed in a fire four years ago, after which he disappeared from the surface of the earth. Today, even though Shen Shaobai was still well-known, there was very little news about him.
He was like a meteor, dazzling but fleeting.
After a long time, Weiai regained her composure. She thought about the fire and raised her head cautiously. She immediately stretched out her hand and brought it to his face, with her fingers stretched out.
She moved it left and right, back and forth a few times.
As she thought, his eyes did not blink, not even once.
No wonder Uncle Zhong said that there was no need for her to tidy herself up. Now she understood why he was sitting in the wheelchair in the dark and why he did not avoid her slap.
This was because, just like the rumors, the fire took away his sight. He was no different from a blind man!