“Our men have conducted a preliminary search, but so far they have found nothing, and there has been no unusual activity at any of the city’s exits.”
"Beishan has already roughly reviewed the city's surveillance footage, but hasn't found much."
"The only suspicious point is that Chu Yichen mysteriously disappeared for two hours, avoiding all our eyes and ears. Fortunately, Yunmo was there to cover for us, but we only found out that he seemed to have gone to an abandoned park on the outskirts of the city."
In Liyue Manor, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of light, Xiao Wujie leaned back on the sofa with his long legs crossed, quietly listening to Lu Zhufeng report the latest news.
After Lu Zhufeng finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, silently looking at him and waiting for his next instruction.
In the soft, slightly mysterious interplay of light and shadow, Xiao Wujie's exquisitely sculpted face was hidden in the half-light and half-shadow, his deep eyes flashing with a hint of coldness, like a noble and mysterious sickly emperor, making him someone one dared not profane.
"Let Beishan continue searching the surveillance footage. Given the surveillance coverage in the capital, it will be difficult for him to leave no trace."
"Just have Yunmo keep an eye on Chu Yichen. As for the others, withdraw them."
After a brief silence, a hint of cold light flashed in the corner of his eye, and Xiao Wujie spoke in a low voice, his voice muffled by the cold and stuffiness in his nose.
"Wouldn't it be a bit too hasty to remove everything..."
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but remind him.
"It's no use. He's too small a target on his own. If he's determined to hide, such a cursory search is unlikely to be effective."
"Besides, we're not the only ones eager to catch him. Let them do this thorough search; there's no need to waste our manpower."
Xiao Wujie coughed lightly twice, his brows furrowed with illness, and waved his hand gently.
"Okay, I understand."
"Take care to keep warm, try not to think about things, and get more rest."
Lu Zhufeng nodded in agreement, gave a routine reminder, and then turned and left.
Silently watching his departing figure, a thoughtful look flashed across Xiao Wujie's cold and deep gaze.
Chu Feihong, how long can you hide?
Knowing they were doomed, they still chose to struggle in vain.
What exactly do you want to do...?
As he pondered this, he gradually felt his head spinning and throbbing. First, he had a fever, and then, due to the early morning exertion, he caught a cold. He felt cold all over, his nose was stuffy, and if he thought about anything for even a little while, he would feel dizzy and lightheaded.
Just as he was rubbing his forehead in pain, the sound of high heels rang out. Chu Liyue, dressed in a black dress, carrying a steaming cup of cold medicine, quickly walked over and sat down in front of him.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her embrace, her low, gentle voice whispering in his ear.
"Sweetie, drink your medicine."
Xiao Wujie struggled gently, trying to break free from her embrace. His brows were furrowed with illness, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"Sister, don't hug me, it's contagious."
"Don't worry, this little cold won't infect me."
She gently coaxed him, and then lightly pinched his waist as he struggled slightly.
When his sensitive spot was pinched, Xiao Wujie immediately lost all strength and leaned weakly against her, his lips lightly brushing against her neck, his voice heavy with a nasal tone.
"Sister, I'm not feeling well..."
Chu Liyue reached out and gently stroked his face, then held the steaming cold medicine to his lips and soothed him softly:
"Sweetie, drink your medicine. I'll hold you for a bit, and you'll feel better soon."
Because he was worried about catching the virus, Xiao Wujie didn't insist that she feed him herself. He obediently drank the steaming cold medicine, and then, feeling a little drowsy, rested his head on her lap and lay down on the sofa.
The warm cold medicine went down his throat and soon a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body. He shook his head slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, and tugged at the collar that was clinging to his chest.
Chu Liyue reached out and gently wiped away a little water stain from the corner of his mouth. She then grabbed a few tissues and gently wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Afterward, she reached into his clothes and gently and meticulously wiped away the cold sweat on his body to prevent his clothes from getting wet and causing him to catch a cold.
"Mmm..."
"elder sister……"
Feeling her fingertips gently brush against his skin, Xiao Wujie murmured softly in a daze.
After doing all that, Chu Liyue carefully pulled over a thin blanket to cover him, her slender fingers gently pinching his head.
"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?"
"Um……"
His sexy Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a soft hum escaped his throat.
"Sister... Sister..."
His head was slightly throbbing, but under Chu Liyue's gentle caresses, his body gradually relaxed, and his consciousness became increasingly hazy. Because his nose was blocked, he could only half-open his mouth and murmur softly in a daze.
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm here."
Chu Liyue's fingers traced from the top of his head to his temples, gently massaging him while patiently responding to his every move.
"Sweetie, if you're sleepy, don't stay awake, just get some sleep."
"Waaah... If I fall asleep, I won't be able to see my sister anymore..."
"Silly girl, you can watch it as long as you want after you wake up."
"Oh, my sister is so beautiful... I love my sister so much... I want to keep looking at her..."
He was so sleepy that his mind was hazy. His thin lips were slightly parted, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he exhaled hot breath. His words were broken and could not form complete sentences.
"I know, sweetie, don't be afraid, go to sleep."
With a helpless, soft reply, Chu Liyue lowered her head and gently kissed his trembling eyelashes, patiently coaxing him.
"I...I really love my older sister..."
"Sister... Sister, believe me..."
With mumbled incoherently, he pressed his face against Chu Liyue's flat and slender abdomen, his long eyelashes fluttering, and finally fell asleep.
It seemed like she was dreaming, as she kept mumbling "sister" in a soft voice.
Her fingers gently caressed his face, and Chu Liyue's eyes, which were deep as she quietly looked at his sleeping face.
For some reason, she felt that Xiao Wujie seemed a little uneasy these past two days.
This situation began on the night Chu Feihong escaped from prison. Logically speaking, one Chu Feihong shouldn't have made him so uneasy.
If it wasn't because of Chu Feihong, then what was it...?
Honey, what's wrong with you that you can't just tell me directly...?
Time slipped silently through our fingers, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.
A thick gray veil covered the sky, with low-hanging clouds almost within reach.
The air was thick with humidity, making it feel unbearably hot and humid.
The scenery had lost its former brightness, replaced by a depressing silence. The occasional distant rumble of thunder sounded like the deep throat of nature, foreshadowing the approaching storm.
The door to the room was rudely pushed open, and Xiao Wujie, who was resting with his eyes closed while leaning back in the chair, instantly opened his eyes.
Dressed in all black, Lu Zhufeng strode up to him, his expression grave. Under his cold, indifferent gaze, he spoke in a deep voice:
"Chu Feihong has been found!"
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