Back in his room, Zhang Youye sat on a stool at the foot of the bed and took out his phone to make a call.

During the phone call, he continued to ask the other party if there was any latest news about Shu Yi after her brief glimpse of Jiaxing.

"I'm sorry, Young Master You."

"There's really too little information. I've tried so hard but still can't find any useful information. After you called me, I had someone go check on where she lives, and still no one has gone back to live there."

"Young Master You, I'm not very capable. Why don't you try asking your second uncle for help?"

With a slight bend in his neck, his superior facial features disappeared into the darkness, and a trace of melancholy flashed across Zhang Youye's eyes.

"Forget it, if my second uncle knows, my dad will know too. If he finds out, I'll never have a good life. That old fox is taking me to the Shu family tomorrow. I knew it wouldn't be good if they kidnapped me."

"The Shu family?"

There was a moment's pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a rustling sound.

It appears he is flipping through the pages.

After flipping through a few pages, the other party continued to explain.

"Brother You, we just received news that the second young master of the Shu family, Shu Yishi, who ran away from home, has passed away. Some time ago, Old Master Shu used a lot of connections to find the second young master's daughter, who is also Old Master Shu's granddaughter."

"Although she's the daughter of an illegitimate child, if you think about it, his granddaughter is about your age. Brother You, you're not going to arrange a marriage, are you?"

This is so damn annoying.

What kind of ridiculous arranged marriage is this?

After receiving no response and a few "hellos"s from the other end of the phone, Zhang Youye continued to speak into the microphone.

"Don't worry about anything else, keep investigating. You have to investigate, even if it turns the world upside down. Find out whether they're dead or alive."

After hanging up the phone, I casually tossed it aside.

After getting up and going into the bathroom to wash up quickly, Zhang Youye leaned against the headboard, rested his left arm behind his head, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The electric curtains were already closed, and my gaze was fixed on the wisps of white smoke rising into the air.

After a moment of silence, he picked up his phone, which was lying to the side, unlocked it, and opened the phone's photo album.

There is only one photo in the album.

A full-body photo showing half of her stunning profile.

The woman in the photo has waist-length curly hair, carries a musical instrument bag on her shoulder, pushes a suitcase, and seems to be in a hurry.

She was tall and slender with an outstanding presence.

He was captivated at first sight.

Counting the time, it's been a fleeting glimpse of her on an ordinary street in Jiaxing, until now.

Quite some time has passed.

There has been no further news about the woman in the photo.

While in Chiayi, I found out that she worked at a bar. As soon as I received the news, I rushed to the bar, only to be told that she hadn't been to work for a long time.

The boss also didn't know where she had gone.

I only learned from the boss that her name was Shu Yi, and she even shared the same surname as the Shu family.

In a large country with a huge population, it's normal to have the same surname; it might just be that they share the same surname.

His fingertips habitually zoomed in and out on the screen countless times, his dark eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at the unforgettable little face he had seen countless times.

Whenever the night is quiet, he likes to open her photo and fall asleep holding his phone.

His behavior is like that of a pervert, but that's just how he likes it.

So, how could he not have erotic dreams?

Thinking back to that dream from a few hours ago, a erotic dream with an extreme sense of realism.

The touch of my fingertips on her skin was warm and smooth, almost like being there in person.

The meat that was almost in my mouth would have been gone if my second uncle's phone call hadn't interrupted it.

Damn, even the lottery isn't this accurate.

"hiss..."

Lost in thought, Zhang Youye grimaced as he stubbed out his cigarette, his fingertips burning from the burning crimson sparks.

Outside the window, the darkness remained, an endless expanse of black, like his endless spring dream.

——

The night I was surrounded by men in black in Jiaxing.

Given Shu Yi's personality, she wouldn't easily trust strangers; not calling the police was already being very polite.

Therefore, when Wei Bo finished speaking those absurd words...

Her expression shifted from wary to bewildered, and then back to wary.

I was inexplicably blocked by a group of men in black, and the leader was saying some incomprehensible things.

What, the second young lady of the Shu family?

I'm going to take you home?

Anyone would be suspicious.

so.

They worry that the other party is a scammer, or that they are being targeted by some unknown organization, taking all these factors into consideration.

She simply grabbed her bag and ran away, returning to her former home.

I thought I'd hide for a while and see how things go before making any decisions.

but.

I didn't ask for it.

She had no idea who the Shu family was, and it didn't take more than a few days for them to find her.

There's no way around it.

Since she couldn't avoid it, she could only be "forcefully" invited into the car by Uncle Wei and sent back to Jingnan.

...

So before Zhang Youye was taken home.

Shu Yi's figure has also appeared at the Shu family ancestral home in Jingnan.

Settled in the hall, which was full of Chinese style.

Shu Yi looked around.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only employees in uniform bustling about in the lobby, which was larger than her apartment building.

Inside the hall, the antique-style decoration is very charming, and the carved beams and painted rafters are more magnificent than the luxurious European-style homes.

The combination of years of accumulated wood craftsmanship with modern home furnishings creates a dignified and simple aesthetic, instantly revealing the family's rich heritage.

Click—

It was the crisp sound of a cane tapping the ground.

Following the sound, an elderly man with white hair was walking towards the sofa in front of Shu Yi.

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