Chapter 693, The fish has taken the bait (19)

Mo Su glanced at the document in Mo Chen’s hand and snorted disdainfully.

"Mo Chen, when the snipe and the clam fight, it is you who ends up the biggest beneficiary," she said sarcastically.

In turmoil, Mo Chen couldn’t be bothered with her sarcasm and turned to go upstairs.

Mo Su didn’t try to stop him. She watched his retreating figure with a hint of a sly smirk flashing through her eyes.

...

The streetlights were dim, not a breeze in sight, the air seemed frozen in place.

A green motorcycle burst out of the traffic stream, took a turn, and darted into an alley.

"Vroom vroom vroom—"

The throttle was open to the max, stirring up dust everywhere.

A black van closely followed the motorcycle into the alley entrance, braking quickly.

The vehicle was too large and the alley too narrow, it got stuck.

The person on the motorcycle looked back, the corner of their lips curling up with a schadenfreude smile.

Serves you right.

Bold enough to track me, it’s your bad luck.

In a flash, the motorcycle zigzagged left and right, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Several men in black got out of the van, helplessly watching the woman ride away on the motorcycle, annoyance evident on their faces.

Damn it.

Lost her again.

The alley had many exits, after shaking the van, Gu Xinuo returned to the hotel.

She took out her room card, as she pushed the door open a crack, light from inside spilled out.

Someone was there.

Gu Xinuo’s eyes darkened, the sound of footsteps approaching, her expression becoming alert.

The person inside opened the door. Gu Xinuo, without even looking, reflexively threw a punch.

Chu Chen dodged to the side, his eyes filled with teasing laughter, "Anuo, are you trying to murder your own husband?"

Gu Xinuo quickly retracted her fist, and upon seeing him, her guard dropped, a smile blooming on her lips.

"When did you get here, and you didn’t even say anything."

Chu Chen’s lipped curled into a smile as he reached out and pulled her into an embrace, "Just got off the plane and came straight here. How did your sleeve get torn?"

"I encountered a few rats on the road. While riding my motorcycle, my sleeve got accidentally scratched," Gu Xinuo glanced nonchalantly at the torn sleeve and laughed it off.

Hearing this, Chu Chen’s eyebrows knitted together, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I shook them off and then came back." As she spoke, Gu Xinuo took off her jacket and walked toward the wardrobe.

"The same people have been tracking me since I was in S-city. I didn’t expect they’d follow me here too." Gu Xinuo picked up a jacket, shook it out, and quickly put it on.

"I’ve arranged to meet Ajiu, shall we go see her together later?"

It was over an hour’s drive from here to Ajiu’s place; we might still make it for dinner.

Chu Chen hummed a sound of agreement and helped adjust her collar.

Just then, the ringtone of a cellphone sounded. Chu Chen pulled out his phone and answered the call.

Gu Xinuo raised her hand to tidy her slightly disheveled hair and turned to pack her backpack.

Going to Ajiu’s would mean staying at a hotel there; it’s livelier with more people around, and being alone is too boring.

Chu Chen came back after finishing the call, just as Gu Xinuo was done packing her bag.

He reached out to carry it for her, and they both left together.

...

Gu Yunxing

"Young Master, are you leaving?" The manager respectfully asked, seeing Burn come down.

Burn’s eyes and brows were tinged with laziness, "I’m leaving first, you guys should go have dinner early, too."

After saying that, he flicked open his folding fan and swaggered out of Gu Yunxing.

That figure, flamboyant yet nonchalant.

The silver sports car was parked outside Gu Yunxing’s front door. As he approached, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the black hired car across the street, with a playful smile flickering through his eyes.

Are the rats still taking the bait?

Since they want to follow, then let them follow well.

Burn opened the car door and bent down to sit inside.

He closed the door and started the engine.

The silver sports car zipped away with a whoosh, fast as a phantom.

The black sedan across the street immediately followed, maintaining a steady speed behind the silver sports car.

Burn glanced at the car mirror and curled his lips into a cold smile, They’re so eager to follow already.

He reached for his phone and dialed Ji Mingqian’s cell phone number.

Soothing light music filled the car, soon to be replaced by the voice of Ji Mingqian.

"Calling me at this time, are you inviting me for a meal?"

"Get lost, all you know is eating; are you a pig or what." Burn laughed and cursed. "There’s a situation here; get ready quickly."

"A situation?" Ji Mingqian sprang up from the couch, putting on his shoes as he spoke.

"I’m on the road now, there’s a car following me. I’ll lead them over," Burn explained.

"Got it. Head to the place we agreed on before. Don’t drive too fast; I’m coming to find you," Ji Mingqian said as he walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and searched for a black backpack.

Burn asked, "How long will it take you to get here?"

"About ten minutes," he replied.

"Okay, I got it." Burn slowed down the car.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Mingqian grabbed the backpack and rushed into the bathroom.

When he came out, his rugged handsome face had changed, a plain face that would disappear into the crowd without a trace.

To be safe, Ji Mingqian put on the mask exclusive to Leng Yi. Only after preparing everything did he take the car keys and leave the house.

On the way, Burn, afraid of arousing suspicion from those following him, didn’t intentionally lead them through twists and turns. He stopped by a restaurant to take out dinner in the middle of the drive.

The wind rose, filling the sky with the pale yellow flowers of the plane trees.

The silver sports car drove past the large plane trees and finally stopped in the open space in front of the white house.

Burn got out of the car, holding the takeout dinner from the restaurant.

He stepped up the stairs and knocked on the door, his gaze sliding slyly behind him, his lips curving slightly.

Smart enough to park the car farther away, dumb, but not completely brainless.

The door opened, and a silver mask shone with a cold light in the dim night.

"Oh come on, Leng Yi, why are you wearing a mask at home? It’s pretty stupid," Burn’s hearty voice carried playfully with the wind.

"Cut the crap and come in," Ji Mingqian and Burn exchanged a look, his voice low and husky.

"Change your shoes first; I’m a neat freak."

As he spoke, he tossed out a pair of slippers, then took away the dinner in Burn’s hand.

While changing shoes, Burn asked, "So, have you finally opened that iron box?"

"I have," Ji Mingqian replied. "Come in and see for yourself."

"Let’s see what treasured goods you’ve hidden so well," Burn said as he followed inside after changing shoes.

The door closed, a cold breeze blew, and the plane leaves rustled.

Not far away, two dark figures flashed, disappearing into the night in an instant.

Inside the living room, Ji Mingqian pulled back a corner of the curtain, his lips thinning into a slight smirk.

It seems the fish has taken the bait; they’ll probably start looking tomorrow.

Withdrawing his hand, he walked back to the couch where Burn had already opened a beer and started drinking.

"Still smart enough to bring your young master dinner," Ji Mingqian pulled the tab off a beer can, his mouth not missing the chance to insult.

"Skip the thanks; just get me Jiang Yisheng’s latest autographed album," Burn said.