Qin Si Ye, after exchanging pleasantries with a group of business friends while holding a wine glass, noticed Shen Xi engaged in a lively conversation with a middle-aged man.
At times, her face was lit up with knowing smiles.
Just then, Zhao Ze strode quickly towards him.
"Why is Shen Xi here? Was she on the invitation list?" Qin Si Ye asked in a low voice.
Zhao Ze followed his gaze. "I was just about to report to you. Miss Shen is attending this event as the international investor, Mia."
"Investor? Mia? How many identities does she have?" Qin Si Ye frowned upon hearing this. "Has she been active in City K recently under this identity, besides being a doctor?"
"Yes. The man beside her is Zhou Maocai, the financial director of Kaifeng Group. Not long ago, Miss Shen invested a sum of money in Kaifeng."
Zhao Ze paused slightly and continued,
"Furthermore, Miss Shen also attended the auction that day as Mia. She purchased a Ming dynasty blue and white porcelain from Zheng Jinghe for 30 million yuan.
However, according to an insider, when the handover procedures were being processed, Zheng Jinghe jumped out of the window and fled. Miss Shen ended up taking the blue and white porcelain without spending a penny."
"Oh? Something like that happened." Qin Si Ye suddenly recalled that Chenchen had told him that Shen Xi had retrieved a long-lost treasure. Could she have been referring to that antique?
What did "long-lost treasure" mean? Could it be related to the Yin family back then?
"Continue investigating the relationship between Zhou Maocai, Zheng Jinghe, and Yin Yuan."
"Understood," Zhao Ze replied seriously.
He looked back towards Shen Xi and noticed that Zhou Maocai was no longer there. Jian Fan was standing with her, talking about something.
Qin Si Ye wanted to go over and greet her, but he feared exposing her guise and displeasing her.
With a look of anxiety still in his eyes, Jian Fan looked at Shen Xi and said, "Sister Xi, where did you go? You made us search for you for a long time."
Shen Xi had no choice but to recount her earlier chase of Zheng Jinghe.
"Oh, I see," Jian Fan said, scanning the surroundings. "What about Yifei? I saw her with you just now."
Yifei? Since when had he changed his address for her?
But Shen Xi didn't have time to dwell on it. She turned and looked around, but indeed, Xie Yifei was nowhere to be seen.
"She was standing with me earlier. I chatted with Zhou Maocai for a while, and then I didn't pay attention to her," Shen Xi said, pulling out her phone to call her.
However, the voice on the other end replied: The number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later.
Jian Fan looked at Shen Xi's slightly furrowed brow and asked with concern, "How is it? Is the call not going through?"
"It's switched off," Shen Xi said, putting down her phone helplessly. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as if she had thought of something. "Could Yifei have gone to find Zheng Tong?"
She remembered telling him earlier that Zheng Tong might be Zheng Jinghe's nephew. She might have gone alone to help her investigate Zheng Jinghe's whereabouts.
"Jian Fan, we need to find Zheng Tong now. Perhaps Yifei is with him," Shen Xi continued anxiously.
Jian Fan looked puzzled. "Why? Doesn't she dislike that man? Why would she go to him voluntarily?"
"I'll explain this to you later. The priority now is to find her quickly," Shen Xi said, turning to walk forward.
However, after searching the entire hall, she couldn't find Zheng Tong.
Shen Xi suddenly remembered that she had chased Zheng Jinghe to the fifth floor earlier, where there were temporary rest rooms. Could Yifei have gone there to find Zheng Tong?
Taking the elevator, Shen Xi quickly went to the fifth floor.
The corridor was empty. Shen Xi walked forward slowly, hesitating several times to knock on the doors, fearing she might be too intrusive.
But then, thinking that Xie Yifei might be in one of the rooms here and in danger, she shook her head forcefully.
Mustering her courage, she knocked on two doors, but neither of them had Xie Yifei.
Just as she nervously raised her hand to knock on the third door, she felt a gentle pat on her back.
"What are you doing? Sneaking around."