Li Si rubbed her forehead and muttered, "I can clearly see through it! Hmph! Then tell , why does his intent seem to be more than that?"
Though she said this, deep down, she also felt that the whole matter was like looking at a blurry picture.
She had t Nie Xiuwei a few tis before, and when it ca to sches, he was certainly the epito of cunning!
But this ti, his actions carried a peculiar sense of unpredictability.
Leng Mochen suddenly thought of sothing and shook his head, saying, "I have a hypothesis! But it’s unverified for now. If we investigate, maybe we’ll find out!"
"What is it?" Li Si’s curiosity was completely piqued. It was like solving a riddle; discovering the answer always made her extraordinarily excited.
"Want to know?" Leng Mochen didn’t satisfy her curiosity imdiately but instead teased her.
"Of course! What kind of investigation will prove it?" Li Si hurriedly pressed him for details.
She had to admit, her intelligence and problem-solving skills were still a bit behind compared to Leng Mochen!
Leng Mochen deliberately teased her, "Not telling you!"
Li Si scoffed and turned her head away in a huff. "Fine! Don’t tell ! I won’t bother listening anyway!"
As she spoke, she got up to leave. Her fiery temper, coupled with his newfound arrogance, was unbearable!
Leng Mochen quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his embrace. Leaning close to her ear, he murmured, "You little rascal! Your temper’s flaring up; how feisty you’ve beco!"
"Let go of !" Li Si struggled, elbowing him several tis in defiance. Leng Mochen squinted and let out a playful yelp of pain, which only made Li Si feel a great sense of satisfaction.
"Alright! I’ll tell you, okay?" Leng Mochen leaned in, taking in the scent of her skin. The unique fragrance mixed with the faint trace of sweat made his desires stir once again.
But at this mont, he didn’t dare reveal such thoughts. Otherwise, the little woman in his arms, who had just cald down, would definitely explode!
Li Si tilted her head and commanded, "Then hurry up and speak!"
Her bright, shining eyes betrayed her excitent, glimring with curiosity.
"Do you rember telling you about the first ti I encountered Nie Xiuwei?" Leng Mochen’s gaze turned deep. That incident still left a bitter taste in his mory.
It was during the ti when Zhang Yao, influenced by Zhou Rou, posted online claiming she had attempted suicide because of him. She fabricated lies about their genuine love and even shalessly begged Li Si to give her love a chance.
When the news broke, he was on a plane, completely unaware of what had happened.
It wasn’t until he landed that he learned the truth. His heart was heavy with guilt for not being by Li Si’s side to face the situation together.
Zhou Rou also released a video of Tian Yaruo and Tian Yaru arguing over Li Si’s family background, which dealt a severe blow to Li Si’s reputation and psyche.
This prompted him to take ruthless asures against Zhou Rou and Tian Yaru.
Li Si imdiately nodded coldly, "Wasn’t that at George’s gala?"
At the ti, he was abroad, embroiled in rumors about her lineage and entangled in scandals with Leng Mochen.
She recalled Leng Mochen telling her about how Nie Xiuwei, a woman, and a foreign man partnered to approach him during the gala by orchestrating the woman’s accidental fall.
Unfortunately, Leng Mochen’s aloof nature ant he didn’t bother helping, and the trio publicly chastised him.
Later, when Leng Mochen left the venue in his car, Nie Xiuwei and the other two relentlessly chased after him.
"Exactly! Just now, I suddenly thought about one key point. If Nie Xiuwei managed to attend George’s gala and George showed clear disdain for him, then excluding the possibility of George inviting him, who in George’s family does Nie Xiuwei know? Investigating this might uncover sothing shocking!"
Could it be? Leng Mochen’s expression darkened even further.
Li Si felt her brain wasn’t up to par; so problems completely eluded her understanding.
But outwardly, she didn’t show any indication of this and simply said, "Then hurry up and investigate! You go handle it; I’m heading ho. I’m exhausted!"
Today had been an emotional rollercoaster, and after last night’s passionate encounter with him, her body and mind were both clearly drained.
She had learned what she needed to about Qin Xin. What happened next would depend on his actions.
In her heart, she remained cautiously observant toward him. Nothing was ever absolutely certain.
Even if he explained everything clearly now, who knew what complications might arise if sothing truly difficult happened?
If not for her resilient determination, she would have preferred to rest and sleep away the troubles without thinking about anything.
Leng Mochen noticed her exhaustion and, feeling compassion, accompanied Li Si ho under the escort of their bodyguards.
Simultaneously, Leng Mochen instructed his people to continue the investigation. As for Qin Xin’s exposed location, Heizi’s team was monitoring the surroundings. After conferring with Heizi, they decided to exploit this situation.
Using Qin Xin as bait, they aid to verify their hypothesis. If their guess turned out to be correct and Nie Xiuwei was staging everything,
once Nie Xiuwei made his move, Interpol, in collaboration with Heizi, would enact the arrest operation.
Unaware of any of this, Qin Xin was still wrestling with her thoughts alone!
Nie Xiuwei’s phone remained powered off despite her repeated attempts to call him, leaving her deeply worried about his safety.
As she cald down, she began replaying the events of that day in her mind. Those two strangers who burst through the door—were they really undercover officers?
She then recalled the mont of peril when, just as she was about to lose all hope and cease resisting, Leng Mochen’s friend appeared like a knight saving her from danger, seemingly descending from the heavens!
Was it not because Leng Mochen recognized her and instructed them to help?
These days, the man she kept dreaming about wore a face that was the absolute reflection of Leng Mochen!
She constantly fantasized about Leng Mochen coming to et her one day. But when that ti ca, how could she win his attention and secure even the faintest space in his heart for her?
In the anti, the only person she interacted with was soone who delivered als daily. Beyond that, the house remained eerily quiet.
Feeling bored, she pulled out her phone, several tis contemplating calling Leng Mochen. Her fingers hovered over his na on the screen, yet she hesitated to act.
She worried that reaching out to him might disturb or inconvenience him.
This phone number was his private line. Back when Mo Si International Furniture launched, even Zheng Qian couldn’t obtain it and only managed to get a public number handled by his assistant, making any attempts at flirtation futile through this channel.
She had only managed to acquire his true private number from Zheng Huanxue by feigning casual interest.
But she had never dialed it, only let it remain silently in her contacts.
In her phone book, she labeled the number as "ng Zhongren," and even Nie Xiuwei, the man she slept beside every night, knew nothing about this tiny secret of hers.
It was a complicated emotion, sothing she couldn’t share with others and could only treasure alone.
Still, now she found herself staying in his ho. Even without him showing further intentions, Qin Xin secretly relished the opportunity.
Yet her thoughts also swirled with guilt and self-reproach because of Nie Xiuwei. Was she truly, as he often sneered, a fickle, heartless woman?
Suddenly, her phone rang loudly, startling her. After the initial shock, she was overco with joy. She quickly glanced at the caller ID, her heart racing with anticipation—could it be him!
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