a.m.
The night had deepened, and though it was spring, heavy dew lay about; only a slim crescent moon was visible, veiled by clouds, dim and lightless.
The hotel corridor was even quieter, and even though the person tiptoed, moving gingerly with minimal arm swings to minimize the rustling of clothes, the sound was still distinctly audible, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the doorbell. After several rings, a woman’s voice ca from inside.
Perhaps awakened from sleep, her voice bore traces of drowsiness and she asked in English who it was.
The doorbell continued ringing, and soon the person opened the door and glanced at the visitor, frowning slightly.
The visitor was dressed entirely in black, the brim of the hat pulled low and a mask on, completely obscuring the face.
"You are..."
The visitor pulled down the mask a half-inch, and, recognizing them, she hurriedly let them in.
"What’s the matter? Didn’t I tell you that soone might be looking for you recently, and to be vigilant? How could you co here!"
"Still following that person, you must be insane."
"What did you tell him? Why didn’t you answer my calls?"
...
The visitor was frantic and agitated, while the woman originally in the room, still sleepy-faced from being awoken and bombarded with accusations, was also a bit distressed.
"Wasn’t it you who told that person to find ?"
"Afterward, you didn’t answer my calls. He knew you and even showed a photo, so I ca with him. I heard about a division of assets; are you preparing to give so money?"
"When I arrived in the country, he gave a new phone, the latest Apple model. Wealthy people really are different."
The woman unscrewed a bottle of mineral water provided by the hotel. "The climate here is really too dry; it’s making my lips peel."
"He said he wanted to talk to in person, and as soon as I returned to the country, he took to et that girl. It scared to death, but then she actually thanked , saying she appreciated my help with the birth. She still doesn’t know that back then the child was..."
"Shut up!" The visitor suddenly shouted.
Startled, the woman’s hand shook, and the mineral water bottle fell to the floor, water gushing from it and soaking the carpet.
"When did I tell soone to look for you?"
"Right after you called, that man ca over, carrying your photo and all..."
The two exchanged a glance, seemingly both sensing that sothing was amiss.
Their legs felt as if entwined by vines, a large net having been drawn open...
Ready to drag her into a swamp of despair.
The visitor breathed rapidly, masked up quickly, and turned to leave, while the other person, not minding the spilled water, grabbed their suitcase, preparing to pack up and leave quickly...
But upon opening the door, they ran straight into the person standing there.
Tall and long-legged, clad in a flight jacket, with delicate black hair and thin lips curled into a wicked smile.
It was the early morning hours, and his smile was wildly improper, possibly due to lack of sleep, his eyes reddened, making him appear more reckless.
"What, leaving just after arriving?"
Her heart seed to be harshly squeezed, making her breath uneven. Bowing her head, she subconsciously reached to pull her hat brim further down, but in the next instant, Jiang Chengsi suddenly raised his hand, knocking off the hat.
The person instinctively reached out to protect their head, struggling for the hat, but Jiang was faster, and in one swift motion, he also yanked off the person’s mask.
Fully exposed under the bright light.
As if grasped by the throat, the person’s face turned ghastly pale, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, their heartbeat and breath montarily stolen, leaving their mind blank.
Jiang Chengsi casually held the mask in his hand, his smile growing more maniacal: "Thieving in the night, yet afraid to be seen?"
"After doing shaless deeds, now you know sha..."
"Mrs. Du!"
Du Jinglan’s pupils trembled, "Get out of the way!"
Driven by the instinct to survive, she kicked out and tried to rush past, but Jiang Chengsi, blocking the doorway, naturally wouldn’t let her leave easily. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.
The person inside, who had been about to pack their luggage, was also sufficiently frightened by this scene.
Du Jinglan was dragged along, desperately struggling, but the difference in strength between n and won was significant.
She was normally pampered and privileged, and Jiang Chengsi, trained and usually engaged in extre sports, had even greater strength in his wrists.
Dragging her was effortless.
Du’s body staggered as she was pulled into the room, and in a fling, she was thrown onto the bed. But in her struggles, her abdon hit the corner of the bed, causing her to sharply inhale from the pain.
"Jiang Chengsi! You lunatic."
"I tell you, I won’t let you get away with this..."
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