"Master Su, we have been troubling you for quite a while, and besides, Heavenly chanism Pavilion has more important matters to attend to, so we won’t hinder your work anymore. Whenever we are free in the future, we, the Eight Oddities, will co to bother Master Su again."
Seeing that Qiu Yong had made up his mind to leave, Su i found it inappropriate to ask them to stay any longer and could only say, "Very well, Heavenly chanism Pavilion has indeed not been very peaceful recently, and I have too many things to handle that I can’t take care of you all." Saying this, Su i turned to Ling Chen and said, "Mr. Ling, please rember the words I told you before."
"Miss Su, rest assured, I will never forget them."
Pausing for a mont, Ling Chen seed to recall sothing and asked, "Oh! Miss Su, there’s one more thing, is there any progress on Zhu Hong’s side?"
"I have already asked Elder Du to investigate, but there is still no news. Mr. Ling, I want to confirm again, are you sure you didn’t see it wrong that day?"
"No." Ling Chen was one hundred percent certain, "I trust my eyes, I would never make a mistake."
"Good, since you are so sure, I will definitely urge Elder Du to thoroughly search. If I find out Zhu Hong’s whereabouts, I will inform you imdiately."
"Thank you for that."
After bidding farewell to Su i, Ling Chen and Qiu Yong and the others headed directly to the gate of Heavenly chanism Pavilion. Wei Jiahao and Xia Yue had already packed up and were waiting at the doorway for everyone to arrive.
Leaving Heavenly chanism Pavilion, Ling Chen’s group headed straight for the airport.
After more than two hours of flight, the flight carrying everyone finally landed at East Sea International Airport.
Breathing in the fresh air outside, Ling Chen looked up at the distant skyscrapers, his lips curving slightly into a faint smile.
After being away for so many days, I’m finally back!
"Big brother, where are you guys planning to go?"
"We’re heading to Siheyuan first to rest and recuperate for a few days, as for later... we’ll see then, it’s not decided yet."
"Alright, I’ll leave then if there’s nothing else. I’ll co visit you at Siheyuan when I have ti."
Hearing this, Yuan Yun jokingly said, "Ling Cheng, can’t wait to see your future wife, huh? Ah! Not to criticise you, but Ling Cheng, a man should aim high and not always stay nestled in a woman’s embrace, that’s too unambitious."
Xia Yue shot Yuan Yun a glare and scoffed, "Ling Cheng is much more ambitious than you are, at least he has many won, and you? You don’t even have one and yet have the cheek to criticize others."
"Hey! Ling Cheng, I didn’t know you were so popular with won. Alright, if there are more beauties next ti, don’t forget to introduce . I don’t have any other demands, just as long as her temperant is better than your fifth sister’s."
"What do you an by that?" Xia Yue, hands on her hips, said irritably, "Are you indirectly complaining about my bad temper?"
Yuan Yun, with an expression that said ’you finally get it’, looked at Xia Yue, and before he could speak, he provoked a fierce beating from her.
"Alright! You two stop ssing around." Qiu Yong said with a laugh, "Ling Cheng, you go back first, we’ll keep in touch by phone."
After waving goodbye to Qiu Yong and the others, Ling Chen hailed a taxi on the roadside and headed straight for the Nanrong Family.
Today is Saturday, Hongyu Group is off work, Nanrong Wanqing should be at ho resting.
Sitting in the taxi, Ling Chen watched the traffic flash by outside the window, feeling a growing anxiety in his heart.
It’s been so many days, and there’s still no news from porridge girl and Yang Tao. I don’t know if they are safe or if they’ve encountered any danger.
...
Wealthy Manor, No. 118.
Stepping out of the taxi, Ling Chen pushed open the gate and strode in.
Passing through the mansion, Ling Chen saw Nanrong Yong sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony, facing away from him, swaying to and fro with Beijing opera playing beside him, utterly leisurely.
"Old master."
Ling Chen took the initiative to greet him, but whether it was because the opera was too loud or so other reason, Nanrong Yong didn’t seem to hear him and didn’t respond, still squinting his eyes.
Worried that Nanrong Yong was resting, Ling Chen didn’t go over to disturb him but went directly to the villa where Nanrong Wanqing lived.
Inside the spacious and bright living room, Nanrong Wanqing was dressed in loose ho clothing, her long snowy legs exposed and curled up on the sofa, holding a fashion magazine in her hands and intently flipping through it. Her delicate, flawless face was pale and smooth, like that of a baby, her finely arched eyebrows exuding endless charm and allure.
The central air conditioning was on in the living room, so despite it being early spring, the room remained warm and felt not the slightest chill.
Looking at Nanrong Wanqing on the sofa, Ling Chen’s gaze slid from her beautiful face down to her long, white legs.
On either side of her thighs were secured with several slender braces.
Exoskeleton armor!
Ling Chen inwardly sighed; Nanrong Wanqing’s legs were his biggest concern, as he had yet to find a solution and could only temporarily use the exoskeleton armor to restore her ability to walk.
Every ti he saw those legs, Ling Chen felt incredibly guilty, thinking himself incompetent for failing to cure Nanrong Wanqing.
Although he had mastered quite a few dical skills, those were only good for minor injuries and ailnts; they were powerless with this kind of problem.
While thinking, Nanrong Wanqing noticed Ling Chen’s presence and shifted her beautiful eyes from the magazine towards the villa’s entrance.
Gazing at the not-so-far Ling Chen, Nanrong Wanqing’s charming face blood like a resplendent flower, a sweet smile instantly appearing on both cheeks.
Facing Nanrong Wanqing’s joyous eyes, Ling Chen opened his arms and said with a smile, "What are you spacing out for, co over and give a hug."
Hearing this, Nanrong Wanqing was about to get up, but then it seed she thought of sothing, her leaning body suddenly fell back, her faint smile completely withdrawn, expressionless.
Then, she turned her head, lightly huffed, and picked up the magazine again, engrossed as if treating Ling Chen as air.
Well, well!
Ling Chen was amused, this girl had actually learned to sulk.
Cough, cough!
Ling Chen coughed lightly twice, trying to catch Nanrong Wanqing’s attention. However, she completely ignored his presence, no matter what sound he made, she remained unmoved.
Seeing this situation, Ling Chen sighed helplessly and muttered to himself, "Sigh! Coming ho and not even a person to welco , might as well go find Fatty for a drink."
Saying this, Ling Chen turned around, and pretended he was going to walk out.
Nanrong Wanqing secretly peeked to see if Ling Chen was really leaving. When she looked up, she found that the entrance to the living room was empty; Ling Chen had already disappeared.
This jerk!
Nanrong Wanqing pursed her sexy lips, angrily throwing the magazine on the couch, her face full of displeasure.
How could he just walk away like that, such a jerk. If he dares to co back, she would definitely make him pay.
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