You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Sister, I still don't know your name?" Xiao Yao asked quickly as the girl was about to leave.

"No need for formalities," the girl said with a smile. "May our paths cross again someday. Good luck!"

With that, the girl made a "go for it!" gesture reminiscent of Lin Chi-ling, pushed open the door to the lounge, and left without looking back.

……

she……

She's so cute.

Xiao Yao shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions and focusing on the situation at hand.

By some twist of fate, we've already managed to sneak in like this. Wouldn't it be a shame to just walk straight out like this?

When an opportunity comes, seize it; opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

If Shen Hongsheng is going abroad the day after tomorrow, he will most likely be here today.

Well, at least, there's a certain probability.

Since we're already here, why not check him out?

However, if he recognizes you, or if someone else cheats you...

Xiao Yao looked around to see if there were any vending machines selling face masks.

It's not 18 years from now, so of course he couldn't find it.

While pondering what he should do, Xiao Yao went to the machine and got another cup of hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate is so delicious...

Just then, the phone rang at the perfect moment.

Is this from Yan Xiao?

Three, three addresses?

You, Shen Hongsheng, are you trying to be a cunning rabbit with three burrows?

Just as Xiao Yao was about to call Yan Xiao back, his phone suddenly vibrated again.

"Hello, Xiaoxiao?" Xiao Yao answered the phone casually.

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Luying's voice was tense: "It's so hot, and you're still drinking hot chocolate? Are you afraid I'll die from the heat, or are you afraid I won't gain weight?"

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment: "To be honest, if you were a little chubby, you would look even better than you do now."

"Where are you? I'm already at Hongsong West Road," Yu Luying complained. "It's so sunny here!"

Let me explain today's situation.

2023-06-14

Due to some objective reasons, I am in very poor condition today and feel somewhat powerless.

Updates will resume normally starting tomorrow.

There will be a bonus update later this month.

Thank you to all the friends who have been following our subscriptions. We will continue to work hard.

Please continue to support us, thank you very much.

P.S. I noticed that people don't seem too interested in the arduous process of finding Shen Jie, so I'll speed things up a bit later and bring Meow Mom back online as soon as possible.

Chapter 232 Our Wedding Room

2023-06-15

Xiao Yao instructed Yu Luying to choose either the front or back door and keep an eye on things for a short while while he waited.

Afterwards, he conducted a thorough investigation within the Miwei Group. He was cautious, fearing suspicion, and surprisingly, the building was very quiet, with few employees and no one seeming to notice Xiao Yao passing by. However, the office doors bearing various "General Manager" titles were all tightly locked. He found nothing, and with Yu Luying waiting outside, Gao Di felt uneasy, afraid of keeping her waiting too long.

As Xiao Yao walked out of the Miwei Group compound amidst the first wave of people leaving get off work, he immediately spotted the slender girl wearing a simple Hanfu-style long dress with a floral pattern and a light blue floral-patterned cloth bag slung across her shoulder.

The girl was wearing nude-colored flat sandals, barefoot without socks—her fair and delicate feet were slender and long, with beautiful lines on the instep, and her skin was as white as jade, smooth and delicate, as if it had never been exposed to the wind and sun.

The characteristics of a Greek foot are fully displayed on her feet. Her big toe is relatively short, while the other four toes gradually increase in length, forming a slight arch. The entire foot shape is symmetrical and harmonious, exuding a captivating beauty. The unconstrained toes are naturally spaced, showcasing her freedom and agility.

Although it looked very nice, Xiao Yao didn't really appreciate it, but at this moment, he didn't have the time or inclination for it.

The boy walked straight up to her, reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. This time, she didn't refuse or dodge; she simply hugged him back.

She let go in just two seconds, then gently broke free from his embrace: "Okay, okay, there are too many people."

"Thank you," Xiao Yao said, though he himself was a little unsure what he was thanking the other person for.

The girl took a bottle of mineral water out of her handbag, casually unscrewed the cap for him, and handed it to him. Xiao Yao tilted his head back and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then he saw Yu Luying produce a small, folded, brand-new square towel and gently wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck.

"Thank you," Xiao Yao said again.

Of the three addresses Yan Xiao sent, one was just two or three blocks away from Hongsong West Road, so the two of them naturally walked there to investigate first.

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore," Xiao Yao said on the way there.

“I really don’t want to see you,” Yu Luying said stubbornly, “but if I don’t see you, you’ll just leave me out in the sun—I can’t beat you, so I’ll just give in.”

Although Xiao Yao wasn't in the mood, he still deliberately grinned and hooked his arm around the girl's waist: "Oh..."

"Walk properly and don't bump into things!" Yu Luying scolded, "Your hands are all oily."

Where did the oil come from?

Despite saying that, the atmosphere between the two people became much more lively and relaxed.

As they talked and walked, they arrived at the first address that Yan Xiao had sent them after only a few steps.

This is a row of detached houses facing the street.

Although it's located on a main street, there are very few pedestrians and vehicles passing by, making it quite quiet.

Xiao Yao estimated that Shen Jie was unlikely to live here—the location of this house determined that it was most likely a retreat for the president of the Miwei Group.

Fearing that Xiao Yao would reveal his location too early and alert the enemy, Yu Luying volunteered to go and investigate.

Xiao Yao stood at the opposite corner of the street, watching longingly as Yu Luying went up to ring the doorbell.

A few minutes later, Yu Luying returned and told Xiao Yao that the Shen family should not be living here now, and there were only two maids at home.

"What did you tell them?" Xiao Yao asked.

I asked them if they wanted to subscribe to the newspaper.

What if they say they want to order you?

“Then I’ll sell them the traditional Chinese medicine health magazine that my mom does part-time, since there’s a commission.”

Yu Luying hailed a taxi and headed to the second address provided by Yan Xiao.

This residence is near Waitan Beach. It is a suite on the 47th floor, which even has a high-ceilinged duplex and a terrace. In Yu Luying's eyes, it is simply a castle. Xiao Yao roughly estimates that it is about 300 square meters in total. However, it is almost unfurnished, with only the basic decorations used when the building was handed over.

Xiao Yao and Yu Luying were able to enter because the place was completely empty, without even furniture, and was being managed by the property management company, undergoing regular cleaning. When the two arrived, they were mistaken by a new employee of the property management company for someone sent by the homeowner to inspect the work. Xiao Yao seized the opportunity, solemnly inspecting the work, affirming the results, but also allowing Yu Luying to offer some suggestions for improvement. He then instructed her not to let anyone know there was a work inspection before sending the person away.

As night fell, only the two of them remained in the room.

Xiao Yao stood with his hands behind his back in front of the large French windows in the living room, looking down at Huangjiang as night fell through the windows. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, as if he had reached the pinnacle of life.

His elevated vantage point gave him a commanding view, as if he were the master of the city. His gaze pierced through the glass windows, through the shadows of the night, overlooking the winding Yellow River. Against the backdrop of the night, the Yellow River resembled a flowing silver ribbon, shimmering with a faint light. The city lights reflected off the buildings, adorning its skyline. Skyscrapers stood tall, each radiating a unique glow, weaving together a dazzling tapestry.

The large, bright floor-to-ceiling windows offered the boy an unparalleled view. The scenery outside unfolded slowly before his eyes, like a magnificent painting.

“Do you remember?” Yu Luying stood next to Xiao Yao, side by side with him: “The three of us went to Qingpu Navara to take wedding photos together before.”

How did this turn into the three of us going to film together?

Xiao Yao said, "I remember."

"Later, there were no cars available to go back at night, so the three of us squeezed into a 7 Days Inn for one night."

"How could I not remember? Later, Song Haijian caught me red-handed."

“That’s not important,” Yu Luying cleared her throat and said, “The hotel room that day also had a view of Huangjiang, and the three of us even looked at it together.”

"Yes, I've thought of that too," Xiao Yao nodded.

"Do you know what my sister told me later?" Yu Luying said.

How can I tell you?

"She said, 'You seem to really like watching the Yellow River. When we get married, we'll decorate our river-view apartment on the beach as our wedding home.'" Yu Luying said quietly, "It should be here."

"That's what she told you?" Xiao Yao's voice trembled slightly.

“Yes,” Yu Luying said, “I never thought I would be standing here today.”

Xiao Yao didn't say anything, but sniffed twice and covered his eyes with his hands.

Yu Luying took out her music phone and played Pu Shu's "Summoning": "...Is it night? Is it the distance, is it that evening breeze that saddens me; in that night when memories stir, under the countless stars of my childhood, I know, she has come, like the wind, those old times, those loves, those friends who are gradually growing old..."

Xiao Yao lowered his hand, walked to the corner of the living room, and sat down blankly.

“By the way, Little Apple,” Xiao Yao said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Although I’ve already told you, I still want to thank you for coming out to help me find Shen Jie.”