On the private jet.
Nalan Ye Jue opened the airplane window and looked in the direction of the Imperial City.
Even though the plane had entered the clouds and it was impossible to see people on the ground, rely looking in Qin Xin’s direction gave him a sliver of comfort.
He gazed for a long ti, until the plane had left the Imperial City far behind, before he withdrew his gaze, opened his suitcase, and prepared to take out his tablet to work.
When the zipper opened, a small square box fell out.
He hadn’t packed such an item in his luggage, so this must be...
The image of the little woman assisting him with his luggage when he boarded the plane flashed in his mind.
He smirked slightly.
A beam of light gently touched his tired and heavy face.
Opening the box, it turned out to be a small dical kit.
Neatly arranged inside were band-aids, alcohol wipes, fine needles, small blades...
And a few small brown bottles with handwritten, flamboyant labels: "Anti-nausea pills," "Sleeping pills," "Anti-motion sickness pills"...
And there was even a bottle labeled "Energy pills"???
Was the little woman worried he lacked energy?
The curve at the corner of Nalan Ye Jue’s mouth deepened.
Ah, just minutes after leaving the little woman, he was already irresistibly starting to miss her.
He longed to see her face that appeared cool and indifferent to others, but would blush lightly in front of him.
He missed the feeling of her being embraced in his arms, small and soft like a bundle.
He missed her firm and powerful voice by his ear, encouraging him even without knowing what had happened, "Can I help?" or "I’ll always be here."
"Young Master, Miss Qingxin’s search report is out..." the pilot’s assistant gently reminded, delivering a docunt.
Nalan Ye Jue snapped out of his trance: "What did you say about Qin Xin?"
The pilot’s assistant was startled, stamring: "It’s, it’s the report we got from investigating Miss Qingxin’s classmates."
Nalan Ye Jue: "Got it. Leave it."
He closed his eyes, recollecting for a mont the look and voice of Qin Xin, then took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and picked up the report to read.
The assistant, sowhat puzzled, glanced from afar.
What was the Young Master just thinking about?
Even the important search report about the young lady wasn’t looked at first thing?
Was what the Young Master was thinking about really so irreplaceable?
More important than the young lady?
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Imperial Royal Academy.
In the last row of the dical College.
Song Anjing snuck in, sat next to Ao Xinghao, Hu Yi, and Huo Zhen were all there, but the seat in the middle where Qin Xin usually sat was empty.
The four of them stared blankly at Qin Xin’s seat, their eyes filled with endless worry.
Four days had passed.
Sister Xin had been missing for four days, with no news at all.
Even Xiangxiang didn’t know where she went, and Xiangxiang even revealed that Sister Xin’s family was also looking for her but had found nothing.
"God Ao, what about your information? Didn’t you say you found a way into the Nalan Group to check satellite surveillance?" Hu Yi was anxious.
Ao Xinghao, usually proud, looked defeated: "We found the way, but when our people went to check, they discovered the data concerning Sister Xin was missing."
"Missing? How is that possible!"
"It just disappeared. Jun Ruyi was even kicked out by the Nalan Group because of this and is reportedly crying miserably at ho."
"Oh my God, if even a behemoth like the Nalan Group can’t find a trace of Sister Xin, what other avenues do we have?"
Their friends were so worried their hair was turning gray.
A mont of silence.
Song Anjing suddenly said weakly: "Last ti what Qiu Gang said, that the character with my na in Xinghe’s book, do you think it could actually be Sister Xin who told Xinghe? If we go find Xinghe, could we find out about Sister Xin’s whereabouts?"
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