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Fang Xiaoran and Gao Yong had completely fallen out.
That day, she rushed out of Gao Yong's office building with red eyes, standing on the street and crying uncontrollably.
She knew that Gao Yong was already married.
She also knew that Gao Yong's wife was very wealthy and had helped him a lot in business.
She could have chosen to ignore all of this and continue to enjoy Gao Yong's affection and financial generosity.
However, that one time, the way Gao Yong looked at her, filled with mockery and ridicule, seemed to say, "What are you? You're just a mistress."
This made Fang Xiaoran feel an unprecedented humiliation.
She had always been proud; how could she endure such an insult?
She decided to take revenge.
When Gao Yong found her, she was sitting on a bench by the street, licking her wounds.
He handed her a card, his tone flat: "Stop crying, it's unattractive."
Fang Xiaoran sniffled as she took the card, already plotting her next move in her mind.
She couldn't let it end like this; she needed to know who Gao Yong's wife was and then completely defeat her.
Fang Xiaoran contacted the super big shot at Polytechnic University, Ren Zhong.
She had heard Gao Yong mention this person before and seemed to be quite wary of him.
Fang Xiaoran planned to give him fifty thousand yuan to help investigate who Gao Yong's wife was.
She believed that with Ren Zhong's abilities, he would surely be able to find out everything she wanted to know.
Fang Xiaoran caught up with Ren Zhong on campus and grabbed his arm.
Ren Zhong frowned at her, his gaze cold.
Fang Xiaoran recklessly shoved fifty thousand yuan into his hand, her tone firm: "I need you to help me find someone."
Ren Zhong looked down at the money in his hand, then raised his head to look at Fang Xiaoran, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his mouth: "Why should I help you?"
Fang Xiaoran was taken aback; she hadn't expected Ren Zhong to refuse her.
After a moment's thought, she took out more money and stuffed it into his hand: "This should be enough, right?"
Ren Zhong glanced at the money, the mockery on his face deepening: "Do you think I'm short on cash?"
Fang Xiaoran felt a bit flustered; she hadn't anticipated that Ren Zhong would be so difficult.
She gritted her teeth and decided to use her trump card.
Leaning closer to Ren Zhong's ear, she whispered: "I know you're Gao Yong's enemy; you want to see him in trouble too, right?"
Ren Zhong's body trembled slightly, and his expression towards Fang Xiaoran became complicated.
After a long pause, he sighed and nodded: "Fine, I'll help you."
Fang Xiaoran felt a surge of joy and quickly handed Ren Zhong the information about Gao Yong's wife.
Ren Zhong took the information, his tone indifferent: "Follow me."
Fang Xiaoran followed Ren Zhong into the laboratory, watching as he operated the computer and hacked into Gao Yong's wife's email.
However, not long after, Ren Zhong suddenly stopped, his expression turning grim.
He kicked Fang Xiaoran out of the laboratory, his tone icy: "This deal is off. You can leave now."
Fang Xiaoran was stunned; she didn't understand why Ren Zhong had suddenly changed his mind.
She sat on a bench outside the laboratory, her mind in turmoil.
She couldn't just give up; she had to know who Gao Yong's wife was.
Fang Xiaoran sat on the bench, waiting until it got dark.
Finally, she waited for Ren Zhong.
She blocked his path, her tone firm: "You have to help me."
Ren Zhong looked at her, his expression complicated.
After a long while, he sighed and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll help you."
Fang Xiaoran felt a surge of joy in her heart and quickly handed the information back to him.
This time, Ren Zhong did not refuse.
Fang Xiaoran sat in the laboratory, watching Ren Zhong operate the computer, filled with anticipation.
However, she soon noticed that there seemed to be some complex emotion hidden in Ren Zhong's eyes.
She suddenly realized that Ren Zhong might have different feelings for Gao Yong's wife.
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