Nanxi spent a lot of effort to suppress the turmoil in her chest. She trembled and put away the knife. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up.
"In other words, this person now is completely Cha Mu, not my brother Nan Suzhi?"
"He is now a fusion of Cha Mu and Nan Suzhi. He speaks many languages and is a genius in military, economics, and politics. He is better and more perfect than the previous Nan Suzhi. Miss, his IQ is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Moreover, his temper is not as good as the previous gentleman. I advise you to stay here with peace of mind.
On this island, every leaf, every seabird, and every fish cannot escape the eyes of the gentleman. He is the god of this land, the master here, and the maker of rules.
You were kind to me before, so I'm kindly advising you not to anger him. It's not good for you or the child you're carrying. He's already reached the limit of what he can tolerate with this child. That's all I have to say."
Damai returned to his previous calm and composed appearance, as if the emotional fluctuations just now had never happened.
He walked over, picked up Haohao, and walked out the door.
"Haohao, is this Han Yingna's child?"
Damai's legs stopped, and without looking back, he said, "Yes, Miss, Han Yingna is with Daozi, they are living well, and the master also acquiesces to their behavior. You'd better not have any other ideas."
"Just be a good follower. Mind your own business, ask less questions, and inquire less." The woman behind him said coldly, watching Damai walk out and slamming the door.
When Damai went out, he ran into Cha Mu who was coming back.
"Sir." He nodded respectfully.
Cha Mu looked at Ling Yuhao who was sleeping soundly in his arms, his dark eyes narrowed, "What did she say?"
"Madam..."
Damai was still organizing his words when the man opposite chuckled, "Alright, I didn't mean to hide it from her. Did you make a fuss?"
"He put a knife to Haohao's neck."
Cha Mu's dark eyes darkened, and the tip of his tongue unconsciously pressed against his teeth. "She's been following that wild man all day and night and has learned all sorts of nonsense. Have someone collect all the sharp objects in the castle. If I see her playing with a knife again, I'll send her to Bangladesh."
After he finished speaking, he stepped into the room.
…
The third day after Nanxi disappeared, the Yangon Military and Police Joint Command Headquarters.
The air was oppressive and sticky, and you could hear a pin drop.
In the office, Biaozi and his confidants lowered their heads, their eyes red from staying up all night, and they said nothing.
Song Cai, who rushed over from China after hearing the news, Zhan Peng in the video, and Na Tu, who rushed over in a wheelchair, all had solemn expressions. No one spoke, and no one knew what to say.
A few minutes ago, the results of the identity information screening of the last batch of people leaving the country were reported. Not even one of them had any connection with Nanxi's social network. At this point, all the clues were cut off.
Balu sat in the main office chair, his hands clenched into fists on the table, his knuckles turning white, and several more cracks appeared on the rough and cracked back of his hands.
For the past few days, he had been directing the investigation here during the day and couldn't sleep at night because of the burning anxiety. He drove around the streets looking for people. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and his face was blue and black, looking very scary.
"Along, let's think of another way. Traffic control has been lifted, and the person is likely no longer in Myanmar. We can only look outside."
Isn't the Ministry of Foreign Affairs cooperating? If I were to ask you, you should take a break first. There's no rush when it comes to finding someone. If others haven't found someone yet, you should just work it out and figure out what's wrong with you."
In the end, it was Zhan Peng in the video who spoke first. He could empathize with the man who lost his wife, but apart from advising him to get more rest, there was really no other way. He knew his brother too well and was worried that he would overwork himself.
"Yes, Aaron, you haven't had a rest for several days. Listen to my advice and take a nap first. We are here. If there is any news, I will wake you up immediately." Song Cai also spoke up and advised his good brother.
"Along, I've already sent my men to secretly investigate. Sun Cheng has also gone to Country Y to ask the gang there for help in finding someone. But this will take time after all. You should take care of your health first. If you collapse, who will Nanxi rely on?"
Natu was closest to Balu. He patted his good brother's thigh and said, "Go, lie down in the lounge next door for a while and relax. Even if it's just half an hour, I can handle it. What do you think?"
Baru slowly raised his red eyes and looked at the people in front of him. His Adam's apple moved with difficulty and his voice was hoarse.
"Well, you guys go and rest first." After he said that, he stood up and walked towards the door.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the man was finally persuaded.
"Aaron——"
Suddenly, Song Cai cried out in surprise. Everyone turned around and saw Baru, who had already reached the door, falling straight to the ground...
…
"husband--"
In Yaoguang Castle, Nanxi, who was taking a nap, suddenly woke up with a start. His heart was pounding like a drum, his face was abnormally pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
She had a nightmare. She dreamed that her Dailong was looking for him frantically on an empty street, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse.
Suddenly, several hidden guns were extended from the street corner, with the muzzles pointed at his vitals. She wanted to speak to remind him to be careful, but she opened her mouth but no sound came out. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and watched him fall in front of her.
"Husband...husband..." Although she had woken up, her emotions were still trapped in the nightmare. The anxious woman didn't even bother to put on her shoes and ran out the door barefoot.
This kind of anxiety of not being able to see him has reached her limit. She can't bear it any longer and just wants to rush out regardless of the consequences, even if people and horses fall down, even if they die together. She must hear her husband's voice now, immediately, right now, otherwise she doesn't know what she can do.
Seeing the woman with disheveled hair, tear-stained face, bare feet, holding her waist with one hand and walking quickly with an anxious look on her face, Cha Mu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, narrowed his eyes, quickly put down the coffee in his hand, walked over, and hugged the person who ran down the stairs into his arms.
"What's wrong?"
Snap——
Nanxi didn't think twice and slapped him hard.
"Where's my phone? I want to call my husband. I want my Dailong to take me home... You're crazy..."
She no longer cared about anything. Her longing and worry for her husband was beyond her endurance. She could not care less about things like there was a long time to come and taking a long-term view. When she thought of him falling in front of her in her dream, Nanxi's heart ached as if it was being tortured.
"Madam, what are you crazy about? Sir, he... he... you... you actually dared to hit him?"
Cha Mujun's face was slapped half an inch to the side, and his tongue tip was pressing against his numb cheek. Before he could say anything, Onishan, who had been standing behind him, suddenly rushed over and pointed at Nanxi excitedly. She was speechless, her eyes full of surprise and disbelief.
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