Suddenly, the ringtone of a cell phone went off, and Jiang Yisheng’s eyes lit up with joy, thinking it was Feng Yi and the others returning his call.
Looking down, he saw that it was actually a call from his dear mother.
With the phone in hand, Jiang Yisheng suddenly felt like he was holding a hot potato; if he could, he would have wanted to throw his phone into the toilet.
After hesitating for a while, he still pressed to answer the call.
"Asheng, did you fall into a latrine? You’ve been in the restroom for so long and still haven’t co back?" Veya’s voice was very quiet, tinged with a hint of urgency.
"Mom, I have diarrhea, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Veya interrupted him, "Cut the crap and get back here right this minute."
With a "snap," the call was hung up.
Jiang Yisheng felt dejected, sighed, and slowly walked out with dragging steps.
By the ti he returned to the dining table, only one person was left.
They looked at each other in the eye.
The atmosphere grew cold.
"My mother and your aunt went shopping," Jennifer said with a blush, her eyes shining as she looked at Jiang Yisheng.
"Shall we start eating then?"
Jiang Yisheng smiled politely and said, "Sorry, sothing urgent ca up, please enjoy your al, I must excuse myself."
With those words, he grabbed his coat from the chair and quickly left.
"Hey, Mr. Jiang..." Jennifer’s face turned pale; by the ti she chased after him, Jiang Yisheng’s figure had already disappeared.
Her eyes reddened as she took out her phone and dialed her mother, her voice breaking with a sob, "Mom, Jiang Yisheng left behind."
What kind of person does that, thinking they can bully others just because they’re handso?
**
Leaving the restaurant, Jiang Yisheng hurried ho.
He packed a few clothes and quietly left.
Escaping the matchmaking, it was better to go away and lay low for a couple of days, lest he bring disaster on himself.
On the way to the airport, Jiang Yisheng took out his phone to book a plane ticket. While deciding on the destination, he hesitated.
After much deliberation, he finally booked a ticket to country F.
Putting away the phone, he took out a necklace from his pocket. Its erald pendant dazzled his eyes, and involuntarily, his lips pressed tight.
...
Gu Yunxing
The private room was serene and quiet.
The freshly brewed tea gave off a light and refreshing scent.
Burn raised the tea cup to his lips, a resigned smile on the corner of his mouth, "Jiuliang, who in the world did you offend? It’s the first ti in my life I’m being followed every day."
The most annoying part was that he couldn’t catch any of those tracking him.
It was really infuriating to think about.
Ye Jiuliang smirked and said, "Then you’ll just have to suffer for a couple more days."
Burn, "..."
If he had known, he wouldn’t have taken on this ss; a guy who finds joy in other’s misfortune.
"Knock knock—"
An unexpected knocking at the door interrupted them.
"Young Master, there’s soone looking for you."
Burn raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t scheduled a eting with anyone, so who was looking for him?
He stood up to open the door, and when Gu Yunxing’s manager saw him, he bowed his head slightly, "It’s a woman in black clothes, her face covered with a mask and sunglasses, so her appearance is unclear, and she refused to reveal her na. She only said she wanted to see you, that she has sothing important to discuss with you."
So heavily disguised?
Burn frowned, the mory of those who had been following him in recent days flashing through his mind.
"I know, you want to take her to the guest lounge, I’ll be there in a bit,"
"Yes."
Closing the door, Burn walked back.
He looked at Ye Jiuliang and shrugged, "You heard too?"
Jiuliang humd, a glint of sharpness flashing in her eyes, "Is there surveillance in the guest lounge?"
"There is."
Jiuliang curled her lips, teasing, "Then we can look forward to your acting skills."
Burn rolled his eyes at her, "Spare , and rember to pay the appearance fee."
After pulling up the surveillance feed for the guest lounge, Burn then left.
"Do you think Mo Yu will co in person?" Jiuliang glanced at the screen; the guest lounge was empty, no one had arrived yet.
The three-day deadline had arrived, and Mo Yu was probably getting restless. Unable to find Leng Yi, she likely ca to seek clues from Burn.
Pale fingertips twirled around her hair, spiraling round and round. With a narrowed gaze and a clear, cold voice, Li Mochan said, "No."
Even in urgency, Mo Yu would not show up rashly.
However, whoever ca to replace her must be soone she trusts or is very close to.
Suddenly, two figures entered the guest lounge one after the other.
One of them Jiuliang recognized; it was Gu Yunxing’s manager.
Jiuliang sat up straight, her clear eyes intently following the black-clad figure on the screen. Wrapped up tightly as the manager had described, you could barely glimpse any part of her above the neck.
Her gaze moved downward, focusing on the woman’s gait.
The lower body was stable, with a powerful and agile stride, indicative of soone with martial training.
This walking posture seed familiar as if she had seen it sowhere before.
Jiuliang furrowed her brows, lost in thought.
Elsewhere.
Burn found his way to the guest lounge and pushed the door open directly.
Dressed in a white casual outfit and holding a folding fan, he exuded an air that was three parts aristocratic and seven parts roguish, resembling the rumored image of a rich playboy.
Upon seeing the woman in black sitting on the couch, Burn’s eyes flickered with a hint of light, and a cool, disinterested smile played at his lips.
"Dressed head to toe in black, one might think you were here for a funeral," he said, pulling out a chair to sit, crossing his legs in a relaxed and careless manner.
The woman in black smiled indifferently, "Young Master Burn does have a sense of humor."
Burn’s probing gaze surveyed the woman across from him, his penetrating eyes as if trying to see through the mask to the woman’s face.
He tapped the folding fan idly against the table, asking nonchalantly, "May I ask for Miss’s surna?"
"My surna is Jin," the woman in black replied without hesitation.
Surna Jin?
Burn’s eyebrows lifted slightly, half believing her.
"Then, may I ask why Miss Jin has co to Gu Yunxing to see today?"
"I heard there was a rather interesting final item at the Gu Yunxing auction a few days ago," the woman in black said slowly.
Feigning confusion, Burn asked, "A final item?"
He shook his folding fan, stirring a light breeze, "Every item auctioned by Gu Yunxing is a treasure. I wonder which item Miss Jin is referring to?"
The woman in black gave Burn a deep look, her voice steady and composed, "It’s a tal box. Does that jog Young Master Burn’s mory?"
Burn responded aningfully, "Ah, that tal box.’
"I find the puzzle box quite intriguing. I wonder if Young Master Burn would be so kind as to lend it to for my appreciation," she said.
"I’m afraid that won’t be possible," Burn replied with a look of difficulty, his tone slightly regretful, "If Miss Jin knew about the auction, then you must also know that the box has been sold and is no longer in my possession."
"I found that box quite appealing. Could Young Master Burn tell who walked away with it?" Circling around, the woman in black subtly revealed her real intention.
Burn sneered internally, she revealed her purpose for being here so quickly.
He spoke calmly, "Sorry, I can’t disclose my friend’s whereabouts to you, and once an auctioned item leaves Gu Yunxing’s doors, it naturally has nothing to do with us anymore."
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