Chapter 13 Anonymous reporting

of problems in private life?

Shen Boyan was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly didn’t know what kind of problems could arise in his boring-sounding life, so he asked the dean in surprise: “What kind of problems are you referring to?”

The dean said euphemistically: “For example... emotional problems. Question. "In terms of relationships...

Shen Boyan suddenly thought that some time ago, Cheng Wenjun drove himself to school every day in his high-profile car.

The car is very high-profile, and so are the people. During that time, he was seen quite a few times, and once he was bumped into by Xu Ruchang.

"Do you mean someone drives a luxury car to take me to work every day?" Shen Boyan said straightforwardly.

"Yes." The dean nodded, "Someone reported this anonymously and attached some photos - I'm sorry I can't show you the photos directly."

"They misunderstood." Shen Boyan was a little speechless. "The person who gave it to me is my legal lover." The dean understood.

"So that's it." He said, "Mr. Shen, since that's the case, I won't say more. But you'd better pay attention to this aspect recently."

"I understand, thank you, Dean." Shen Boy nodded. nodded.

When I left the dean's office, the sky outside the corridor window was gloomy.

Shen Boyan glanced at the tree-lined avenue downstairs and his expression softened.

He really didn't expect that someone would make a fuss about him and Cheng Wenjun, and he really didn't expect that their relationship would be misunderstood like this.

The purpose of the whistleblower is unclear.

However, he sat upright and was not too afraid of such empty accusations. Shen Boyan thought.

Just unpleasant for sure.

When Shen Boyan returned to the office, he saw the department director informing them on WeChat that they would have a meeting at 7:30 pm.

The meeting will last until about ten o'clock. Shen Boyan thought about it and planned to take his shoulder bag with him and go home directly after the meeting.

But before he could move, his phone rang.

He looked down and saw the phone number of Cheng Wenjun, the person involved in the reported incident today.

For some reason, Shen Boyan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Xiaoyan." Cheng Wenjun's voice echoed with the sound of electricity, "I'm downstairs in your college. Are you off work now?"

Shen Boyan turned his head and saw the high-profile Porsche parked on the edge of the boulevard outside the office window.

The Porsche was incompatible with the simple and quiet atmosphere of the school, and the dazzling color was very conspicuous under the emerald green.

"..."

He suddenly didn't want to speak.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan?"

Seeing that he had been silent for too long, the other end of the phone urged him in surprise.

"...What's the matter?" Shen Boyan took a deep breath and spoke.

"There will be a family dinner in a few days," Cheng Wenjun seemed not to be aware of Shen Boyan's state at all, and continued to talk to himself, "Shall I take you with me to pick out some gifts for the family tonight?"

"Why is it so sudden?" Shen Boyan asked, "What if I have something to do tonight?"

There was a lag on the phone.

"Then if you put it that way, it should be okay." Cheng Wenjun smiled after a while, seemingly reluctantly, "I'm already downstairs, Xiaoyan. Just go there."

"I have something to do tonight." Shen Boyan said bluntly, "The college has a meeting."

"Is it important?" Cheng Wenjun was still reluctant.

"Of course." Shen Boyan felt that his tone was probably indifferent to the point of being impolite, "It's very important."

Cheng Wenjun was silent.

Shen Boyan heard a heavy sigh from the other side.

That sigh seemed to suppress a lot of things, but he didn't feel it was real. He only heard Cheng Wenjun continue to say: "Okay, I'm leaving then."

The phone clicked and hung up.

The only thing left in the receiver was the busy tone of "beep". Shen Boyan turned off the call and watched the garish Porsche drive away quickly downstairs.

The campus has returned to its previous appearance, and it looks much more harmonious.

After realizing it, Shen Boyan felt a sudden pain in his forehead and temples. He pressed it hard, then picked up his bag and walked downstairs. …

Although attendance at the evening meeting was compulsory, the content was decidedly lackluster.

Nothing more than some concluding remarks. He just came to the academy and only had a vague understanding of what he was hearing. The tea in front of him was empty, and the meeting was only half-way through.

Shen Boyan was bored, but didn't know what to do. He always felt that he was still angry. He sat in his seat and looked at his mobile phone, but couldn't see anything.

He could only do something that was not nutritious - so he scrolled for a long time and saw Meng Xinqiao's post on Moments.

[Meng Xinqiao: A wonderful day~[Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture]]

Meng Xinqiao paired four pictures. Shen Boyan opened them with his fingers and found that the picture was of Zhiyuan Bridge in C Dali.

Although the weather was gray and gloomy, he took beautiful photos. The lake water is clear, reflecting the sparkling shadow of the stone arch bridge, and the sky in the distance is slightly blue.

He came to C University. Shen Boyan thought.

He closed the picture and liked it.

But within a few minutes after liking it, Shen Boyan's phone rang.

The sound was not loud, and no one around him noticed. Shen Boyan was startled and quickly muted the sound. When he unlocked the screen, he saw the message from Meng Xinqiao.

Meng Xinqiao: [I came to C University for a walk today, and I feel that the environment here is really good. ]

Meng Xinqiao: [I'm really sorry that I didn't come to see Professor Shen because I was accompanied by someone on the way. ]

Shen Boyan was startled.

He actually didn't pay much attention to it.

He and Meng Xinqiao just met by chance, not even friends. It doesn't matter if you don't notify him when you come.

Shen Boyan: [It doesn’t matter. ]

Meng Xinqiao replied quickly: [I’m planning to make an appointment with you after the new year to talk about the company’s projects. I wonder if it’s convenient for Professor Shen? ]

Shen Boyan thought about it, and he probably could indeed take on this project.

He did want to cooperate with Seener, but he had to discuss the specific situation with Meng Xinqiao before making a decision.

Shen Boyan: [Convenient, you can make an appointment. 】

Meng Xinqiao: 【That’s great. 】

He sent an emoji like a pig clapping his hands. The little pig was giggling in the chat box, looking very happy.

Shen Boyan held the phone and licked his dry lips. The unknown fire that had been hovering seemed to have quietly receded.

He didn't know what to reply, so he could only choose a puppy he had saved from Meng Tan and smile.

The chat ended peacefully.

The topic was over, and Meng Xinqiao did not send any more messages to disturb Shen Boyan.

He seemed polite and measured.

Shen Boyan commented on Meng Xinqiao in his heart.

Like those who are skilled in handling interpersonal relationships, Meng Xinqiao did not offend Shen Boyan.

Shen Boyan closed the dialog box without any burden, remembering that he had not checked the camera on the torpedo today.

After installing a camera on the torpedo, Shen Boyan clicked on it almost every day when he had nothing to do.

Cheng Wenjun and he were not at home most of the time, and there was only Torpedo and a cat wandering around in the house. Shen Boyan almost felt motion sick as he watched him jumping up and down in the cabinet.

Occasionally when Cheng Wenjun was around, the torpedoes slipped aside quietly. Only a pair of gray cotton slippers occasionally flashed across the screen, indicating that the person was at home.

This time is no exception.

Torpedo was fiddling with the tassels hanging from the cushions of the dining chairs. It was very focused, and its little paws hooked up the light golden tassel strap.

The pair of gray cotton slippers appeared on the camera quietly.

The slippers were getting closer and closer. Shen Boyan couldn't hear the sound and could only watch the torpedo getting closer and closer to it.

The torpedoes were played so well that no one was found at all. The slippers disappeared from view, and then the torpedo staggered.

It seemed like a torpedo was blocking the way. Shen Boyan speculated.

But before he could judge the correctness of this idea, the torpedo suddenly bounced up as if frightened.

It tried to run away from the slippers, but the owner of the slippers reacted faster than him. On the screen of Shen Boyan's mobile phone, the view from the camera flew high in the sky, crossed an arc, and finally landed heavily.

In mid-air, he finally saw Cheng Wenjun's face.

In the warm light, the expression on that face was actually gloomy and terrifying.

He had never seen it.