The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion Chapter 887 - 902: Who Are You Dressing Like That For?

In the video, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask appeared. Feng Yi paused the video with his cigarette-holding fingers. He carefully examined the man in the fra, feeling a vague sense of familiarity, but couldn’t recall where he had seen him before.

Besides this man, a frequently appearing man and woman could also be seen in the video, seemingly bodyguards and a nanny.

After packing her luggage, Manman ca to the study: "How is it going, any clues from the hospital surveillance?"

Seeing the girl enter, Feng Yi hurriedly put out his cigarette and waved the smoke away with his hand: "There is a clue. A man cos to see her every night and leaves before five in the morning, but his face is never visible, so it’s impossible to trace him."

Li Manman walked over and sat on Feng Yi’s lap: "Judging by this, the man must really care about Yu Shiyuan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need to co every night. Plus, the timing is... he probably doesn’t want Yu Shiyuan to see him, or perhaps..."

"Or perhaps Yu Shiyuan knows him but doesn’t realize it’s him who is confining her."

Watching the surveillance video on the screen, Li Manman suddenly pointed at the two people in the fra: "I recognize these two, they’re Yu Shiyuan’s bodyguards and nanny."

"I’ll have Director Li investigate these two tomorrow."

Feng Yi suddenly felt that his wife could easily work in criminal investigation; her analysis was particularly accurate.

Li Manman stood up from Feng Yi’s lap: "Let’s go eat, I’m starving."

"Okay," Feng Yi closed the laptop, stood up, and held the girl’s hand as they walked out.

"Since this man really cares about Yu Shiyuan, she should be safe, right?"

Li Manman felt so zen; despite all the atrocious things Yu Shiyuan had done before, she still worried about her.

"Let’s not think about it. Let’s go eat."

The nanny had already prepared dinner in the dining room. Feng Yi sat at the dining table, leaned over, and served the girl a piece of fish: "What ti is your flight tomorrow? I’ll drive you to the airport."

"At eight thirty. By the way, when I’m not ho, you have to video call every night. I need to check up on you on ti."

Feng Yi playfully pinched Li Manman’s chin, speaking indulgently: "Alright, you can check up on ."

Earlier in the bedroom, Feng Yi seed to see this girl put a swimsuit— and a very sexy one— into her suitcase: "Take the swimsuit out of your suitcase later. A married woman without her husband by her side, wearing that, who are you trying to show off to?"

"What swimsuit?" Li Manman feigned ignorance, refusing to admit it.

Feng Yi looked at her, his words tinged with jealousy: "Is it to show off to so handso guy?"

Li Manman continued eating from her bowl, casually responding: "I said there’s nothing, no swimsuit, no handso guy, nothing."

"Li Manman, I think you don’t want to go tomorrow."

"I’ll play hard to get and still go," Li Manman displayed a complete lack of self-preservation flair.

Feng Yi put down his chopsticks, stood up, and lifted Li Manman in his arms, heading upstairs. The girl realized what was happening only after her mouth was already sealed...

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In the morning, Li Manman was awakened by the alarm clock. She groggily sat up in bed, her eyelids too heavy to lift. If not for her pitiful pleas to Feng Yi last night, she certainly wouldn’t be able to get out of bed today.