Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 234 - 208: Is it Ms. Ji?

Apart from matters concerning Su Ge, Ji Sang seldom browsed such social media sites and was naturally unaware of what the online environment looked like in today’s society.

However, since Su Ge had experienced cyberbullying, such an environment must have existed for a very long time.

Originally, Lu Ming had suggested to Ji Sang that she consider a career in journalism.

Ji Sang had declined.

Because of her own personality, because she disliked too much interaction with others.

But this did not mean that she lacked the abilities of a news reporter in certain aspects.

Ji Sang sat down in the study, carefully searching out those rational analyses of the case, then went to the official websites to look up information on the entire case, noting down everything.

Lu Ming was right to see that when it came to looking at things, Ji Sang could really view them from uncommon perspectives and was quick to capture useful information.

In less than half an hour, after organizing the information online, Ji Sang found the commonality among all the victims.

Ji Sang first made a call to Lu Ming and briefly explained her findings.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Ming chuckled softly.

"Deputy Director?"

Ji Sang furrowed her brows; if she wasn’t wrong, then the station would probably place significant focus on this case.

"Mhm."

Lu Ming responded with a sound.

Ji Sang was somewhat perplexed by Lu Ming’s reaction.

"The station isn’t planning to follow up on this?"

"Ji Sang,"

Lu Ming suddenly called her name.

"Really not planning to give it a try?"

What she had just said was a new discovery. It could be said that just by organizing and publishing the information Ji Sang had shared, one could produce an exclusive news story.

It could even provide direction for the police investigation.

Talent truly is a miraculous thing.

He had just had time to look at the information for so long, and was still only at a stage of understanding the case, let alone discovering something new. Moreover, the information he had was much more detailed compared to what Ji Sang could find online.

Yet, she had just said that in just over half an hour, she found a breakthrough point.

Moreover, this was on the existing information alone, without any special search.

That’s the difference.

Lu Ming stood up and walked to the window, watching the still busy crowd, the bustling street.

Over the years, he had only encountered one other person as formidable.

Equally talented.

It’s just that unlike Ji Sang, she truly followed the path of a news reporter.

Ji Sang was silent for a moment, then gave her answer.

"Deputy Director, I am very clear that what I like is photography."

As for... her actions just now, were nothing more than a moment of enthusiasm and kindness.

To actually become a news reporter, that was not something she could do.

Ji Sang understood herself very well, and was clear about what she wanted.

And moreover...

To be honest, she felt some aversion, or perhaps the need for control, towards the idea of becoming a news reporter.

The specific reason, she was not sure.

Lu Ming silently curled his lips downward.

Although Ji Sang’s response was expected, he still couldn’t help feeling it was a pity.

"I’ve assigned Song Xiu to handle this matter; if there’s anything you want to know or inform, just contact him directly."

"Song Xiu?"

Ji Sang was slightly surprised.

"He is now...?"

"Mhm, he wants to pursue a direction in journalistic reporting."

This was one of the aspects Lu Ming found consoling.

Song Xiu was young, ambitious, and serious about his work. After all, he had worked with Ji Sang for a while and had learned a thing or two from her.

Moreover, Song Xiu came from a well-off family, and in certain ways, it was probable that he obtained intelligence faster than him.

"Alright, I will contact Song Xiu."

"Mhm."

Just as they were about to hang up, Ji Sang suddenly remembered the matter of Wenyang Sanatorium. The corners of her eyes moved subtly, and Ji Sang pondered for a moment.

"I made a trip to Wenyang Sanatorium a few days ago."

Lu Ming, who originally planned to put down the phone, heard this and his gaze shifted slightly as he asked,

"You went to Wenyang Sanatorium?"

"Mhm."

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What did you do there?"

"A friend of my father’s is the director there; I happened to go there for a stroll, to take pictures."

Father’s friend?

Lu Ming’s expression shifted slightly and he chuckled lightly.

"Why did you think to tell me?"

It was Ji Sang’s first time trying to obtain her own information through a conversation, and she felt somewhat uneasy, especially since Lu Ming was her opponent.

"It just suddenly came to me, Uncle Yong mentioned you. Auntie... is over there."

"Mhm."

Ji Sang didn’t know how to continue.

She was not someone who engaged in small talk, let alone she was only speculating.

She felt that Lu Ming’s visit to Wenyang Sanatorium wasn’t simply due to his mother.

That was merely her sixth sense.

Without any evidence.

"Well... I’ll hang up now."

One could say, her first attempt was utterly defeated.

However, what Ji Sang didn’t know was that after hanging up the phone, Lu Ming stood alone in front of the window for a long, long time.

Because of Fu Yisi’s busyness, all the preparation for the vacation depended on Ji Sang alone.

Yet the left hand of Ji Sang was injured; she could only proceed slowly.

Photography enthusiasts are truly patient with solitude.

Staying alone in such a large house, she could always find ways to settle down peacefully.

After calling Song Xiu, Ji Sang sat on the balcony, enjoying the cool night breeze, and began to consider why she kept unwilling to deeply think about switching careers to become a journalist.

Is it really just because of her personality?

That didn’t seem quite right either.

No matter how well fear is hidden, she could more or less sense it.

Afraid of what?

She wasn’t sure.

But she vaguely felt it had something to do with the memories from her childhood she had escaped.

That’s why she was so eager to remember them as soon as possible.

However...

Ji Sang slightly furrowed her brow; her formal therapy had already begun, she had been to Chang Li’s twice. But there was no sign she was beginning to recall her childhood memories.

And the nightmares had stopped, too.

She didn’t know how many more treatments she needed before she could remember the past.

Ji Sang’s fingers lightly tapped on the surface of the small round table.

Unconsciously.

Perhaps people do become more alike when they spend time together.

This was a gesture Fu Yisi often used when deep in thought, and now, it also became Ji Sang’s habitual motion when contemplating.

She couldn’t figure it out.

Ji Sang pulled back her thoughts, getting ready to order some takeout.

But she unexpectedly received a call.

An unfamiliar call.

Ji Sang furrowed her brows, hesitating for a moment before pressing the answer button.

"Is this Ms. Ji?"