Chapter 167: Chapter 164: I Just Saw Little Mo Mo
Gu Yan froze for a moment, then reacted, jogging forward.
As soon as he stepped in, someone didn’t even knock, just kicked open the private room door.
The moment the door banged open, a strange silence hung in and outside the room for a few seconds.
"Waa... waa..."
Suddenly, a loud cry pierced the silence.
"Mommy, there’s a bad person, Mommy..."
Gu Yan’s mouth twitched slightly, staring at the private room, where a three- or four-year-old girl was crying and climbing into her mother’s arms, her little shivering body pulling at his heartstrings.
The mother was visibly annoyed seeing her child so frightened, soothing and holding her child as she stood up, glaring angrily at the two, "What is wrong with you? Don’t you know to knock before coming in? Look at how scared you’ve made my child? Do you have any decency? Please leave immediately!"
Gu Yan’s expression became subtle, his face filled with confusion as he looked sheepishly at Rong Mochen, "Boss Rong, I made a mistake. I think it was the room next door."
Rong Mochen’s pupils contracted, sweeping a cold glance at Gu Yan, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Gu Yan’s back stiffened, hurriedly nodding apologetically to the angry mother in the private room before turning to catch up with the swiftly walking Rong Mochen.
"Boss Rong, don’t go. It’s just these few rooms nearby. At the time, we were far away, and I remembered only vaguely. Maybe it’s the room next door." Gu Yan hurriedly explained.
Rong Mochen halted his steps, slightly turned his head, and coldly stared at Gu Yan, his thin lips coldly parting, "Are you sure?"
"..."
Gu Yan’s eyes widened, a trace of hesitation in his gaze, "I..."
At the time, he only caught a glimpse before the woman turned her head and walked into the private room... How was he supposed to be sure?
Rong Mochen’s thin lips tightened, his dark eyes slowly scanning over all the private rooms on the floor, speaking coldly, "Go get Director Wan."
Gu Yan was slightly stunned, although he was puzzled, he complied.
Wan Liwei is the chairman of the Wan Hui Group, which is part of the catering industry. In recent years, it has gained fame through its hairy crabs, showing a strong development momentum.
The Wanhui Building is an asset under the Wan Hui Group.
In the main surveillance room of Wanhui Building, the supervisor brought up the videos of all the private rooms on the second floor.
The big screen divided each private room into small blocks, the videos clear and visible at a glance.
Wan Liwei didn’t know what Rong Mochen and Gu Yan were looking for, and it wasn’t his place to interrupt.
Gu Yan was completely sprawled out in front of the screen, checking one private room after another, and by the time he reached the last one, he felt completely bewildered.
Not only was the woman he saw gone, but even the little boy he met in the restroom had vanished.
Gu Yan swallowed, looking back at the stern-looking Rong Mochen seated in the black leather chair in front of the screen, "Could it be, she’s already left?"
Gu Yan ultimately didn’t believe in ghosts, he thought he might have mistaken, but it couldn’t possibly be a real ghost, especially since he was sure the little boy he met in the restroom was real, it was no hallucination, otherwise, he should check into a mental hospital.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows, deep ripples hidden in his dark eyes, speaking in a deep voice, "Bring up the surveillance videos from an hour ago."
The supervisor glanced at Wan Liwei, who angrily glared back. This was no time to look at him, hurry up and do it, show some initiative!
The supervisor twitched his mouth, hurrying to bring it up.
The video was rewound to an hour earlier, Gu Yan anxiously instructed the supervisor to bring up the surveillance video of the corridor outside the men’s restroom.
Standing on the right side behind Rong Mochen, Wan Liwei instinctively swept a glance over Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen leaned lazily back in the executive chair, his long legs casually spread, one hand resting on the desk, the other draped over the armrest of the chair, his expression stern, his sharp brows drawn toward his nose, his black eyes behind silver-framed glasses staring directly at the video, the tight set of his thin lips making him appear very cold.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Gu Yan shouted sharply.
Wan Liwei jolted in fright, quickly diverting his gaze from Rong Mochen to the video.
In the video, a demure, poised woman appeared in view, having just stepped out of the private room, reaching to close the door behind her.
The woman was tall and slim, dressed in a Korean-style chestnut high-necked sweater, tight light-colored jeans, and pure white sneakers, her long hair parted in the middle and tied back, revealing a face both fair and delicate, with particularly bright and attractive eyes, looking through the screen as if smiling sweetly over.
Wan Liwei squinted, sneaking a glance at Rong Mochen.
He remained in the same sitting posture, but his laziness had vanished, his entire presence radiated a dangerous, bloodthirsty aura, every line on his sharply defined face appeared to be enveloped in layers of cold ice, making even a single look seem chilling.
Wan Liwei’s heart trembled, retracting his gaze, not daring to look further.
"Boss Rong, Boss Rong, look, look, it’s, it’s her, it’s her," Gu Yan’s baby face quivered, both excited and uneasy, his pale finger pointing at the screen, trembling.
Rong Mochen said nothing, his large hand on the armrest clenching, his voice cold and hoarse, "Continue."
Gu Yan couldn’t wait for the supervisor to operate, pulling him aside and sitting down at the controls himself.
When Ye Yihan appeared, Gu Yan said, "Boss Rong, this is the kid I mentioned, he said his name is Ye Yihan."
Rong Mochen stared at the chubby little face of Ye Yihan in the video, his pupils contracted, blood rushing in reverse through his veins, and the hand resting on his leg trembled lightly at the joints.
"This little kid looks a bit like Mr. Rong at first glance,"
Wan Liwei whispered.
Gu Yan’s hand paused, his baby face went instantly pale, his lips quivered.
He said he found the look Ye Yihan gave him at the end eerily familiar.
Gu Yan suddenly turned to Rong Mochen, wanting to say something, but the intense red in Rong Mochen’s black eyes reflected through his glasses stopped him, leaving him speechless.
Rong Mochen could no longer sit still and suddenly stood up.
Gu Yan immediately stepped aside.
Rong Mochen sat in front of the video surveillance, each time the fresh and delicate little face appeared, he paused the video, stopping for several minutes each time.
Neither Wan Liwei nor Gu Yan dared to speak.
With a heavy heart, Gu Yan remained in shock, focusing intensely on Rong Mochen’s calm face.
The more composed and calm he was now, the more restless and uneasy Gu Yan felt.
In a warmly decorated small two-room apartment, Ye Xixi was enjoying the tasty crab meat Ying Jingyao picked out for her, pouting, "Xiao Xiao, why did we pack it to eat at home? I’m so hungry."
Ye Xiao lowered his gaze to hide the distraction in his eyes, picking meat from the crab legs and placing it in Ye Yihan’s small bowl, "Isn’t eating at home good? Xixi can eat for as long as she likes."
Ye Xixi widened her eyes, her big, bright eyes rolling around, and with a flutter of her long eyelashes, suddenly felt that eating at home was not so bad, so she said no more and buried her head in eating.
Ye Yihan pressed his lips tightly together, feeling a bit glum, and didn’t eat much of the crab meat Ye Xiao scooped for him.
"Hanhan, what’s wrong? Isn’t today’s crab meat tasty?" Ye Xiao noticed and asked softly.
Ye Yihan listlessly shook his head, put down his small spoon, slid off the stool, "I’m full."
"But you haven’t eaten much." Ye Xiao got up, holding Ye Yihan’s small arms, squatted down to look at his sullen little face, slightly frowning, "Are you not feeling well?"
Ye Yihan still shook his head.
"Then the crab meat must not be good. There are ingredients in the fridge, Mommy can make something else for you, okay?" Ye Xiao gently squeezed Ye Yihan’s soft little hand.
Ye Yihan looked into Ye Xiao’s gentle, bright eyes, suddenly pulled back his hand, threw his arms around her neck, and buried his little face in Mommy’s neck, "I’m sorry."
Ye Xiao was slightly stunned, looked down at him puzzled, smiled, "Why is my little guy saying sorry to Mommy out of nowhere?"
Ye Yihan didn’t say a word.
Ye Xiao patted his head, "Alright little one, no matter what you do, you will always be Mommy’s treasure, Mommy won’t blame you, never will."
Ye Yihan remained silent, just tightened his little arms around Ye Xiao’s neck.
Ye Xiao chuckled, letting him hold her for a while before saying, "Hanhan, what do you want to eat, Mommy will make it for you."
Ye Yihan’s ears turned red, he slowly released his hold, "I want crab meat fried rice."
Ye Xiao’s eyes curved into a smile, she gestured ’OK’ to him.
Standing up, she looked at Ye Xixi who was sitting by the dining table curiously watching the two, "Xixi, do you want some?"
Ye Xixi’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly like a little chick pecking rice.
"Wait." Ye Xiao said as she walked into the kitchen.
There was some leftover cold rice in the refrigerator, so no need to cook more rice. Ye Xiao took out some purchased corn kernels, peas, and a small carrot, diced them on the cutting board, and took out a green onion from the fridge to chop.
Just as she placed the pot on the gas stove, she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Ye Xiao raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced back, and saw it was Ying Jingyao, her peach blossom eyes flickered, and she turned her head back.
Ying Jingyao walked up behind Ye Xiao, his chest was almost a finger’s width away from Ye Xiao’s back, so close that Ye Xiao could hear his heart’s vigorous beating.
Ye Xiao’s long eyelashes fluttered messily twice, then calmed down as she smiled, "Why, do you also want crab meat omelette?"
"I do."
Ying Jingyao leaned slightly down, his warm, clear breath brushed against Ye Xiao’s ear, "Eat you."
Ye Xiao paused abruptly while frying rice, not daring to turn her head because they were too close, she would definitely bump into his face with just a slight turn.
Ye Xiao glanced at Ying Jingyao from the corner of her eye, her breathing already unsteady, somewhat urgent, "Aren’t you going to ask why I suddenly wanted to pack the food back home?"
Ying Jingyao gently placed his chin on Ye Xiao’s shoulder, his clear eyes softly gazing at the lowered long eyelashes of Jin Jumo, "I want to ask, but I prefer you to voluntarily tell me."
Ye Xiao’s shoulder tingled slightly, her fair cheeks blushed pink, lightly frowning, "Can’t you stand properly and talk?"
"Heh." Ying Jingyao chuckled softly, his moist eyes intensely fixing on the slightly shy and annoyed face of Jin Jumo.
Ye Xiao was slightly annoyed, her shoulder sank down, causing Ying Jingyao’s chin to miss its rest, and he suddenly tipped forward.