My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant

In the night, I carried Jian Wei towards her residential complex, grateful that she had given me her address before losing consciousness. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known where to take her.

Once inside the complex, I realized she lived in a six-story building without an elevator. I was on the verge of a breakdown and had to set her down against a wall corner, my arms numb and aching.

After a short rest, I picked Jian Wei up again and climbed the stairs. A few steps up, I remembered the message from Mi Cai that I hadn't checked yet.

Why hadn't I thought of it during the break? Perhaps subconsciously, I wasn't bothered by Wei Ran's trip to America, so I wasn't too concerned about Mi Cai's response.

I took the keys from Jian Wei's handbag, stumbled into her apartment, and laid her down on the sofa.

Finally, I turned on the living room light, poured myself a glass of water, and leaned back on the sofa in the most relaxed position, recovering my overdrawn strength.

...

After finishing the water, I took out my phone again and opened the message from Mi Cai.

"Yes, he's in America. There's a part that requires the cooperation of the investors, and his company is now one of the biggest investors in Zhuomei."

I smiled and replied, "Why do you explain it so thoroughly..."