Chapter 58 Chapter 58 "I just... forgot you." ...
Yu Sixie's world seemed to be frozen at the moment Xitong disappeared.
All the overt investigations have strangely come to a deadlock, and Wen Yanming's side is even more unyielding and impenetrable.
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness, mixed with burning anger, almost swallowed him up.
Just when he was about to resort to some unconventional means that might bring unpredictable consequences, an unexpected phone call came in on his highly encrypted private line.
The caller ID shows an unfamiliar number, but the fact that the number was connected means that it was unusual.
Yu Sixie's eyes narrowed, and he pressed the answer button. His voice was cold and gloomy: "Who is this?"
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and then a girl's voice came. It was crisp, but with a calmness and alienation that was extremely inconsistent with her age, and even a hint of imperceptible fatigue.
"Uncle Yu, I'm Luo Xuanji."
Yu Sixie's brows suddenly furrowed.
Luo Xuanji? The little girl who had clashed with Xiao Zhi? How could she...
"I know where Aunt Xi is."
The girl's next words were like dropping a bombshell, causing Yu Sixie's heart to suddenly shrink.
"I can help you find her."
Yu Sixie held his breath instantly, all doubts and shock suppressed. His voice was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring: "Conditions?"
He never believed in helping others without any reason.
Luo Xuanji seemed to laugh very lightly on the other end of the phone, but no emotion could be heard in her laughter.
"Talking to smart people is easy. My request is simple: after I find Aunt Xi, I need to talk to her alone. Ten minutes is enough."
"Why?"
Yu Sixie pressed on, his mind racing, assessing every possible risk.
"Some things can only be discussed between women. Don't worry, Uncle Yu, I have no ill will towards Aunt Xi. On the contrary, I am very... grateful to her."
The girl's tone was still calm, but the word "gratitude" sounded meaningful.
"You just need to answer, yes or no."
Yu Sixie barely hesitated. No matter what this girl's motives were, finding Xitong was the only and most important thing at the moment.
"I promise you. Time."
"I'll text the address to your phone. My driver will pick you up in an hour."
After the girl finished speaking, she hung up the phone neatly.
An hour later, Yu Sixie's car followed a low-key black Mercedes-Benz into a heavily guarded private garden in Beishan.
Finally, we stopped in front of a teahouse facing the lake with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides.
In the tea room, Luo Xuanji was already sitting there.
She was wearing a simple dark dress and sitting upright with a cup of steaming black tea in front of her.
She looked like an ordinary little girl, but the look in her eyes was different.
It is no longer the willfulness or grievance of a child, but a bottomless, almost indifferent calmness.
Behind her, two middle-aged men in tailor-made suits and with a calm demeanor stood silently. Their eyes were sharp and their postures seemed relaxed, but they were always on guard to deal with any emergency at any time.
Their existence silently reveals the suffocatingly huge family power behind Luo Xuanji.
A giant who can easily control the medical lifeline of the entire Beijing city and even the wider area.
Compared to her, the so-called power of the Wen family seemed a bit "upstart".
Yu Sixie sat down opposite her, examining her sharply.
"Uncle Yu is very punctual."
Luo Xuanji raised her eyes, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "Aunt Xi is in City B, near Jing'an Temple, in a private sanatorium owned by Wen Yanming. The specific coordinates and security arrangements will be sent to you later."
She paused, then added, with a barely detectable hint of mockery in her tone, "Any medical resource allocation by the Wen family over there cannot bypass my family. Therefore, the information is absolutely accurate."
Only at this moment did Yu Sixie truly realize that the girl in front of him was definitely not the spoiled and willful child he had previously known.
Her cunning and the power she could mobilize far exceeded his imagination.
Perhaps all her previous actions were more like... a boring disguise or a test?
"Why are you helping me?" Yu Sixie asked directly.
Luo Xuanji picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and did not answer immediately.
After a long pause, she finally said, "I told you I'm grateful to Aunt Xi. That day in the office, I heard her come back and ask Teacher Li about my situation."
The girl raised her eyes and looked at Yu Sixie with a complicated expression. "She is the only adult who, after that, didn't just blame me but also wondered 'why I behaved like that'."
Putting down the teacup, Luo Xuanji said softly, "Besides, Brother Wen... he went too far. He shouldn't have used this method."
This sentence seemed to contain some deeper rules and judgments belonging to her world.
Just then, the door of the tea room was gently pushed open, and another figure walked in - it was Su Luyao.
Unexpectedly, Luo Xuanji also contacted her!
Su Luyao looked haggard, with obvious bruises under her eyes, but her eyes were unusually clear and determined.
"I'll go to City B with you."
Su Luyao's voice was filled with pleading and a hint of determination.
"This matter started with me. If I hadn't been blind and continued to pester Wen Yanming, I wouldn't have..."
Her voice choked with regret and self-blame. "I didn't expect him to be so paranoid! I've completely seen through him!"
"I have to go. I want to confirm with my own eyes that Xiaoxi is safe!"
Yu Sixie looked at her, was silent for a moment, and nodded.
Su Luyao knows Xi Tong and has in-depth contact with Wen Yanming. It is always good to have an extra reliable person to help.
Everything was arranged, and Yu Sixie stood up and prepared to set off immediately.
Before leaving the tea room, he took one last look at Luo Xuanji.
The girl had lowered her head again, sipping her black tea in small sips. Her profile appeared particularly quiet and mature in the light and shadow, as if the decisive conversation just now had never happened.
When they returned home and prepared their luggage, Xizhi stood at the bedroom door holding Xitong's pillow, looking up at his little face. His big eyes behind the black glasses were filled with anxiety and...expectation.
"Dad, have you found Mom? Who took her away?"
Yu Sixie squatted down and looked at Xizhi straight in the eye. His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a small hand.
He reached out and gently touched Xizhi's hair, his voice low but as steady as possible: "Baby, Mommy is just resting in a place, Daddy will go pick her up and take her home now."
Yu Sixie did not say Wen Yanming's name.
The man his son once called "brother," someone he might even have admired and liked, was now the kidnapper he considered guilty of.
He could not impose the ugliness, betrayal and madness of the adult world on the pure world of children.
This silent protection is the most gentle lie a father can give.
"Take good care of grandpa and grandma at home and wait for dad to come back, okay?"
He kissed his son's forehead.
Xizhi nodded and whispered, "Dad, please take Mom home quickly."
Yu Sixie nodded heavily, stood up, and his eyes instantly became cold and sharp. All his gentleness was completely suppressed, leaving only the determination and coldness before hunting.
…
The trip to City B was in vain.
Based on the precise coordinates provided by Luo Xuanji, Yu Sixie took control of the private sanatorium hidden near Jing'an Temple with lightning speed.
However, except for a few medical staff and cleaning staff who knew nothing about anything, the building was already empty.
Wen Yanming seemed to have received the news in advance, and disappeared without a trace with Xi Tong, leaving no valuable clues.
Hopes were dashed again, and the huge sense of frustration and deeper anxiety almost overwhelmed Yu Sixie.
Su Luyao was standing aside, her face frighteningly pale. Self-blame and powerlessness almost broke her down.
The clues seemed to be completely broken.
Wen Yanming was able to hide a person so thoroughly, and he must have mobilized unimaginable energy behind the scenes.
Just when Yu Sixie's eyes turned bloodshot and he was about to resort to all extreme means, Su Luyao hesitantly mentioned an almost forgotten detail.
"When Xiao Xi was in City B...she seemed to have a special faith in a certain master from Jing'an Temple. Before she and you...broke up, she first met that master at Jing'an Temple and was depressed for a long time..."
Su Luyao's voice was filled with uncertainty. "Could it be...Wen Yanming also knows about this place? Could he have taken Xiaoxi there?"
"It's probably no coincidence that this place is so close to Jing'an Temple."
This is almost a guess without intention. On the surface, there is no meaning in Wen Yanming taking Xitong to Jing'an Temple.
But for Yu Sixie, who was almost in despair at this moment, any possibility was worth seizing.
He immediately took people to Jing'an Temple.
The ancient temple remains and is still bustling with worshippers.
Yu Sixie moved among the pilgrims, his sharp eyes scanning every corner, but there was no trace of Xi Tong or Wen Yanming.
His heart sank little by little.
Just as he was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an old monk sitting with his eyes closed under a huge wishing tree next to the main hall.
The old monk had white beard and eyebrows, a gaunt face, and wore a well-worn monk's robe, seeming to be isolated from the hustle and bustle around him.
For some unknown reason, Yu Sixie walked over.
Before he could speak, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and deep, as if he had already seen through his intentions.
"The donor is looking for someone."
The old monk's voice was calm, yet had a strange penetrating power.
Yu Sixie's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes. Master, please give me some advice."
The old monk studied his face carefully for a moment and sighed softly.
"The donor's love life has been bumpy, and his obsessions are deep. The person you seek has a deep connection with you, but it's a... ill-fated relationship. Forcing it might damage the foundation."
These words are so similar to what he said to Xi Tong back then!
Yu Sixie was already extremely anxious, and when he heard this, he became furious, and his tone became cold and harsh.
"Master, be careful! She and I have known each other since childhood and have a deep bond. How can we talk about bad fate? If it were bad fate, how could we be together again after so many years apart?"
The old monk did not get angry because of Yu Sixie's rebuttal. He just looked at him calmly, and his gaze seemed to be able to reach the deepest part of people's hearts.
He slowly asked, "In that case, let me ask you, what if she went back to the beginning, had never met you, had never experienced the pain of losing both parents and giving birth alone in a foreign land? Her life might have been ordinary, but it was stable and smooth, but... she only forgot you."
"Do you want her to remember the past? Remember you?"
It was like a bolt of thunder striking the top of one's head!
Yu Sixie suddenly froze in place, opened his mouth, but found that all the sounds were stuck in his throat.
Are you willing?
Did Xitong remember the heartbreak of losing a loved one? Did she remember the panic and helplessness she felt during her pregnancy, with no one to rely on? Did she remember the lonely struggle in the cold delivery room during childbirth?
Just to... remember him?
He found that he couldn't give a definite answer immediately.
The huge, selfish desire to make her remember was torn between itself and the instinct to free her from all suffering.
Yu Sixie's silence was already an answer.
A trace of understanding and compassion flashed across the old monk's eyes.
"It seems the donor has the answer. If you can't let it go, then go."
He slowly raised his skinny hand and pointed in a direction, "Here, head south. There might be someone you want to see in W City."
Yu Sixie snapped back to his senses and asked anxiously, "Who exactly is the Master? Why are you telling me this?"
The old monk clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "Amitabha. The person you are looking for once lent a hand and saved my life when I was in dire straits. What I am saying today is merely to settle a cause and effect."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again and said no more, as if he had merged into the shadow under the ancient tree, and there was no sound anymore.
Yu Sixie stood there, with huge waves in his heart.
The old monk's words were like a prophecy, casting a huge shadow in his heart.
City W... give up, or pursue? And after pursuing her, if she truly forgets everything, what choice should he make?
He had no time to think deeply.
In the end, worry about Xitong outweighed everything.
Yu Sixie's eyes flashed, and he turned and strode away, his target - W City.
Whether there is reunion or deeper pain ahead, he must face it.
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