This was the only day in the past half month that Jiang Yi had been able to go to bed early and try to sleep.
Unfortunately, she simply couldn't fall asleep.
She had tossed and turned for a long time, and even crying hadn't helped—her eyes were sore and her head throbbed unbearably.
Eventually, she sat up in bed, pulled her phone, still attached to the charger, to her face, and gave it one more try.
She opened WeChat and stared at Wen Suihan's simple and composed profile picture, unable to move her eyes away.
Her pale, delicate fingers hovered over that profile picture several times.
In that brief moment, she had countless thoughts—she wanted to ask Wen Suihan if everything said in that recording was true.
But time and again, she couldn't bring herself to ask the question.
Because she was afraid.
She feared Wen Suihan would candidly say, "Yes, I've been planning to short-sell the Hu family all along."
