"How do you want me to prove it?"
Qing Sihai picked up his phone, opened his photos, and found one. "Doesn't this photo prove it?"
The photo showed them, dressed in white shirts, sitting in front of a red backdrop for their wedding certificate photos. They were both smiling, exuding happiness and sweetness.
Lan Shu knew that photo wasn't Photoshopped.
As Meng Jingwei had said, she had indeed married Qing Sihai, but Lan Shu was still not entirely clear about what had happened after the wedding.
Even though Meng Jingwei had explained many things, Lan Shu felt that Meng Jingwei was deliberately concealing something.
"A marriage certificate only proves we were married. But I... I haven't made up my mind yet," Lan Shu sighed, her head drooping. "I think President Qing and President Meng treat me very well, they wouldn't lie to me."
"You..."
Qing Sihai's brow furrowed sharply, a flash of displeasure in his eyes. But the displeasure was fleeting, replaced by a wistful helplessness. "Silly girl, what kind of mind-altering potion did Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei give you to make you trust them so much?"
As he spoke, he stood up and sat down beside Lan Shu.
Lan Shu kept her head bowed, but he took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Yaoyao, I thought you were dead all these years, which is why I haven't married anyone. Doesn't this prove my feelings for you?"
"Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei deliberately broke us up, took advantage of your amnesia, fabricated lies for you, and sowed discord between us. Yaoyao, you're as naive as you were back then."
Qing Sihai was adept at lying.
From the moment he first met Lan Shu, he had truly fallen in love with her straightforward and adorable personality. However, various factors had driven him to use the most despicable means to exploit Lan Shu.
Now, Qing Sihai still felt she was as foolish as ever. As long as he could gain her trust, he could make her a 'weapon,' a weapon to defeat President Qing Muye and his wife.
After all, Lan Shu had been violated by many men in the past, with videos to prove it. Qing Sihai was certain that Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei would not dare to tell her the truth.
Especially since Lan Shu's parents' tragic end was all caused by Lan Shu herself. If Lan Shu knew the truth, she wouldn't be able to bear it.
"You, let go of me..."
Lan Shu was unaccustomed to his closeness. She gently withdrew her hand, which he was tightly holding, her fair cheeks flushing with a blush.
Qing Sihai took in her expression, his heart filled with joy.
"Alright, I promise you. If you don't accept me, I won't approach you," Qing Sihai said, covering his face with his hand. "Yaoyao... I... I really, really miss you so much."
As he spoke, his voice involuntarily choked and grew hoarse, as if he were weeping.
At that moment, the screen of Qing Sihai's phone on the table lit up, displaying a WeChat notification.
With just a glance, Lan Shu clearly saw the WeChat message notification: "President Qing, everything is ready."
"I'm sorry, excuse me. Yaoyao, I'm going to the restroom."
Qing Sihai sniffled, raised his hand, and wiped the tears from his eyes with the pad of his thumb. He picked up his phone and walked out of the private room.
As the door closed, Lan Shu's face, filled with sadness, instantly turned cold.
The speed of the change was comparable to Sichuan Opera face-changing.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Ring..."
The phone only rang once before the other end answered. Lan Shu asked coolly, "How's the investigation going?"
"Sister Lan, we've found out. President Qing..."
The person on the other end of the line truthfully informed Lan Shu of the situation. After a few more words, they hung up.
Meanwhile, in the restroom.
Qing Sihai stood in a stall, making a phone call. "How are the arrangements going?"