Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Tan Bengbeng had already passed out from exhaustion by the time Qi Yan had had his fill.

  As he slowly pulled out from her body, he grabbed the blanket and covered her with it.

  Then, he calmly put on his clothes. Apart from a few strands of wet hair on his forehead, it was impossible to tell that he had just completed the strenuous exercise.

  As he turned around and took a glance at the deeply exhausted Tan Bengbeng, a dangerous look flashed past his eyes.

  It wasn’t what he had said earlier on; he had not come over to accompany her to sleep.

  He had bedded her.

  He would leave after he had done the deed.

  The wheelchair rumbled over the floor and Qi Yan left the room in no time.

  He headed all the way to the door at the corner of his bedroom. Then, he pushed it open and entered the room.

  The room was brightly lit.

  It was decorated very simply and it looked no different from Tan Bengbeng’s room.

  He did not take a single glance around the room and headed straight to the side of the bed. After he pressed something, a door appeared on the wall.

  Qi Yan’s figure disappeared behind the tiny door in no time.

  Behind this door was a completely different world.

  It was different from the simple, ancient decor back in his room. Instead, it looked completely modern.

  The phones and laptops that Tan Bengbeng wasn’t able to find where here!

  As well as surveillance cameras of the entire house!

  Every single corner of the house was clearly plastered on the surveillance screen.

  Further in was a brightly lit laboratory, filled with a pungent smell of disinfectants.

  Red and green bottles were fully displayed on the shelf.

  Amongst which was a small bottle, that was the one that had contained Tan Bengbeng’s cough medicine earlier on.

  However, it was empty at this point.

  The moment Qi Yan entered the laboratory, the evil ray of light on his face became even more prominent and he seemed just like a devil from hell who had stepped onto his territory.

  The ray of light that flickered beneath his eyes was a kind that Tan Bengbeng had never seen before. It was dark, with a mixture of kindness and evil-

  City H.

  The Yu Family villa.

  Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu sat on the sofa in the living room and eagerly waited for Fan Yu.

  Not long after, Fan Yu’s handsome figure appeared at the entrance.

  He walked in wearily.

  “Have a cup of water and take a rest first, you can update us later.” Nian Xiaomu hurriedly got up from the sofa when she saw him walking in. Then, she picked up the cup of water in front of her and handed it to him.

  Fan Yu did not stand on ceremony.

  He took the cup of water and gulped everything down.

  Following this, he handed them the slip of paper that he was holding onto.

  “Mo Yongheng stuffed this into my hands. After he had passed me this slip of paper, the Mo Family’s bodyguards appeared, claiming that they were there to protect him. However, I sensed that the atmosphere was a little weird. They seemed to be spying on him instead!”


  Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu did not speak as they anxiously opened up the slip of paper in their hands.

  The handwriting was a little messy.

  It was evident that the person had written the note in haste, as he was probably afraid of getting caught in the act.

  He even hid the note by clasping it in his hand the entire time.

  The slip of paper was rolled up into a ball and it was slightly creased.

  However, it did not affect the clarity of the words on the paper.

  The instructions on the paper were very clear: They would be able to clarify everything that they had been wanting to know once they found Tan Bengbeng; furthermore, they must get the Mo Family warrant from her before Mo Qian did.

  “What is the Mo Family warrant?”


  Nian Xiaomu knitted her eyebrows and asked in confusion.

  This was her first time hearing this term. Previously, Zheng Yan had not mentioned anything about it when she told her about the matters that concerned the Mo Family.

  “We merely exchanged a few words with each other and the Mo Family’s bodyguards appeared. I did not have the chance to ask him about it, but I am guessing that it should be something like a seal impression that belonged to the head of a household.”


  This was a hereditary item that every large clan would have.

  Some families do not place great importance on it, but some families valued it as much as they would value their life.

  According to what Mo Yongheng mentioned, the Mo Family should belong to the latter.