Chapter 342 Whose call?
Qi Fengyao asked in disbelief:
"Do you think someone hired a killer?"
Qi Fengyao never thought that it was the people from the black market who were responsible. After all, the people there were all extremely vicious criminals. In Haicheng, few people knew about the existence of the black market, let alone finding a way to contact the people there.
He had met Mu Nanyan before. Girls like her had simple interpersonal relationships, so there shouldn't be people around her who knew about that kind of place.
Who did she offend to make him want to kill her?
"The ones who dared to cause a death in Haicheng were gang members. Who else could it be except those who value money over life? And I asked Nan Yan before, and she didn't know the driver."
Qi Fengyao followed his line of thought and thought that it was really possible, but he suddenly remembered what Lu Yiran had just said and took a breath:
"But if this kind of news gets out..."
"Do as you say."
Lu Yiran interrupted him, tapping his knuckles on the balcony railing:
"Whenever someone asks you to take an order, check to see if they have any accounts with large amounts of money flowing through them recently."
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his lips:
"Do you think those desperadoes would be happy to take two payments and kill the same person?"
Qi Fengyao immediately understood, and his Adam's apple rolled:
"I understand. As long as someone takes the bait..."
"Don't let any of them go."
Lu Yiran's voice was as light as a sigh, but it was filled with a chilling determination.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiran stood alone on the balcony, watching the passing cars.
He wanted to see who dared to touch his people.
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Mu Nanyan returned to the apartment. The room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.
She sank into the sofa, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the phone. The screen lit up and dimmed, reflecting her slightly furrowed brows.
Should I call Cui Hao?
This thought lingered in my mind for a long time, but I still couldn't press the dial button.
She knew that Cui Hao returned to the country for her, but now, he would rather stay in the capital than go back to Haicheng.
Guilt entangled my heart like a dense vine.
She didn't want to hinder his future because of her. His career and his life were here. If he gave up everything because of her, she would never be at peace in her life.
Mu Nanyan took a deep breath and finally dialed the familiar number.
“Beep—beep—”
The sounds of waiting were particularly clear in the silent living room, and each one seemed to knock on her heart.
She clutched her phone tightly, her thoughts racing. What should she say next? Apologize? Explain? Or just pretend nothing happened?
But before she could think it through, there was a short busy tone on the other end of the phone, followed by complete silence.
He hung up.
Mu Nanyan stared at the screen blankly, her fingertips feeling slightly cold. In Mu Nanyan's memory, this seemed to be the first time Cui Hao hung up on her.
In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would always answer the call.
Even if it was just a quick "I'll get back to you later", he would never let her wait in suspense like this.
But now...
She stared at the name, her fingertips hovering above the dial button, but ultimately did not dare to press it.
Is it really true that there is no going back between them?
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On the other end of the phone, the crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow glow in the hotel suite.
A hand with burgundy nail polish was holding a mobile phone, and the words "Nan Yan" were flashing glaringly on the screen.
The woman stared at the caller ID, her red lips pressed into a tight line.
Every ring felt like a needle pricking her nerves, and finally when her patience ran out, she pressed the hang-up button with her thumb.
The bathroom door was pushed open at this time, and steaming water vapor carrying the fragrance of shower gel poured out.
Cui Hao came out wiping his wet hair, with the bath towel tied loosely around his waist, and water droplets sliding down his collarbone.
"Who's calling?"
He frowned and looked at the phone in the woman's hand, his voice still slightly hoarse from taking a shower.
The woman tilted her head to look at him, her carefully painted features revealing no emotion, only her fingertips unconsciously twisting the silk sheets.
"Who is Nan Yan?"
Cui Hao paused for a moment, then strode forward to take back the phone.
The glaring "missed call" on the screen made his pupils shrink suddenly. When he looked up again, frost had formed in his eyes:
"Who allowed you to touch my phone?"
His thumb hovered over the call back button but he couldn't press it.
He curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery. What qualifications did he have to like her now?
The phone was locked hard and hit the carpet with a dull thud.
Cui Hao stared at the face in front of him, which was 60% similar to Mu Nanyan, and suddenly a surge of violence surged in his heart.
It was because of this face that he hid in the capital like a coward and didn't dare to go back. He didn't know how to face Mu Nanyan.
"you……"
The woman took a step back in shock at the hatred surging in his eyes.
"Because I hung up on her"
Cui Hao suddenly pinched her chin with such force that she could hear the slight crack of her bones.
He leaned forward, and the cool scent of shower steam mixed with shaving water hit his face:
"Who do you think you are? You're just a bar vendor. How dare you teach me how to do things?"
"You...you let me go..."
Her nails scratched red marks on his wrists, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
The brutality in the man's eyes grew more and more intense, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he didn't pull her away until her cheeks flushed red.
The woman stumbled and bumped into the bedside table, and the crystal ornaments shattered to the floor.
Cui Hao wiped his hands slowly, as if he was cleaning something dirty.
He leaned over to Su Yun's ear, his warm breath spraying on her neck, but the words he said made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave:
"If you dare to ask about my affairs again..."
His fingertips paused slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips:
"I wouldn't mind having you disappear forever."
After saying that, he threw the wet tissue away and turned to walk into the next room.
After a while, Cui Hao changed back into his haute couture suit and left the hotel suite without even a glance.
Su Yun curled up in the mess and shivered, his carefully styled curly hair sticking messily to his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Her trembling fingers touched the burning pinch marks on her neck, and she suddenly let out a shrill, bitter laugh.
It turns out that all that gentleness and consideration were just an illusion, this is his true face.
Crystal tears rolled down her cheeks and hit the expensive carpet.
Su Yun looked up at the messy bed and felt it was ironic.
There were still traces of ambiguity on the bed sheets, and the air was filled with the sweet scent after passion.
Who would have thought that just an hour ago, they were still making love on this bed.
The man who whispered in her ear, "I really... like you so much...", suddenly showed murderous intentions towards her.
Su Yun was only wearing a white suspender skirt, which was torn to pieces and barely covered her key parts.
The skin exposed to the air was covered with dense marks, which showed how crazy they were before.
Su Yun thought Cui Hao loved her deeply, and no matter how he tormented her in bed, she accepted it all obediently, but what did she get in the end?
Su Yun hugged his trembling body tightly, his nails digging deep into his arms.
She thought she was special and that she could capture Cui Hao's heart. How ironic.
It turned out that she was just a plaything in his hands. He had never really liked her, otherwise how could he have asked her to disappear.
Su Yun hugged his body, tears unconsciously sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
Su Yun didn't know how long he had been curled up on the ground until he felt a stabbing pain in his legs and then he staggered to his feet.
She stumbled towards the bathroom, holding onto the wall, and every step felt like she was stepping on cotton.
The cold marble floor touched the soles of her feet as she trembled as she turned on the shower head.
When the first stream of water hit his head, Su Yun finally let out a whimper, as if this could wash away the remaining humiliation in his body.
The hot water flowed through her hair and formed a muddy vortex at her feet.
Her bruised body was vaguely reflected on the misty mirror.
The memories of this month flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope of memories: our first encounter in the bar, the candlelight dinner in the upscale restaurant, the lingering moments in the private cinema, and the “I love you” whispered in my ears late at night.
Every frame was like a knife, cutting her heart into a bloody mess.
How could Su Yun be willing to accept this? She and Cui Hao had been together for the past month, and now Cui Hao treated her like this just because of a woman's phone call. She was not even as good as a missed call in his phone.
She thought of the note in Cui Hao's phone and was stunned for a moment:
"Nan Yan... could it be Mu Nan Yan?"
When she saw those two words, her first reaction was Mu Nanyan, but she thought about it and felt that it was impossible. It should just be a coincidence. How could it be such a coincidence? And that woman had disappeared for a long time. How could she know someone like Cui Hao...
Su Yun suddenly sneered, grabbed the bath towel and wiped his body vigorously.
The woman in the mirror had red eyes, but the corners of her mouth raised in a strange arc:
"Cui Hao, after sleeping with me I just want to pat my butt and leave?"
She stroked the bite mark on her collarbone, her nails digging deep into the flesh:
"How can it be so easy..."
Drops of water dripped down the ends of her hair, splashing a dark flower on the tiles.
Su Yun slowly put on her silk nightgown, tying the belt with great elegance.
She walked out of the misty bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, with water still dripping from the ends of her hair.
The room was in a mess, with the bed sheets hanging messily on the floor and a few silk clothes draped casually on the back of the chair.
Most of the scented candle on the bedside table has burned out, and the wax tears have condensed into amber marks on the candlestick.
She sighed and pressed the call button for room service.
This is the hotel suite Cui Hao booked for her.
Ever since the two of them got together, Su Yun has regarded this place as his home.
I remember when we first started dating, Cui Hao would come almost every night, but he would always leave in a hurry after the passion and never stay overnight here.
As time went by, Cui Hao came less and less often, sometimes not showing up for a week at a time.
"Is he tired of it?" Su Yun thought, biting her lip.
In order to maintain this relationship, she began to plan every date carefully, meticulously selecting scented candles, pajamas of different styles, and decorating the room with seasonal flowers... She would prepare unique surprises every time they met.
This strategy really worked. Cui Hao started to stay overnight with her, and sometimes even slept with her in his arms until dawn.
But in the intimate relationship, Su Yun gradually discovered his special hobby.
The first time he suddenly changed the way he got along with her, she instinctively resisted and struggled in panic, but in return he turned away indifferently.
Gradually, she learned to adapt to this way of getting along and even found a sense of security in this unique mode of intimacy.
They reached a subtle tacit understanding. Cui Hao would meet all her material needs and give her an unlimited supplementary card, but he always kept a distance from her.
And she became his perfect doll, acting out the plot he wanted in the suite late at night.
Su Yun enjoyed that time very much. After all, compared to the days when he worked as a public relations officer in a bar and had to accompany people drinking and laughing, now he only had to concentrate on serving Cui Hao, and his income had increased several times.
In fact, Su Yun has basically never suffered any hardship since she was a child. She was a rich lady who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth.
My mother is a pampered lady and my father runs a fairly large company.
With hundreds of thousands of pocket money every month, she is one of the most popular figures in the socialite circle.
But the incident that happened half a year ago completely shattered her beautiful life.
His father's company went bankrupt overnight, and he couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide by jumping off a building.
The mother was imprisoned for suspected crimes.
Those close friends who once surrounded her disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if they were avoiding the plague.
Su Yun, who was used to a life of luxury, could not stand such a gap.
When her last credit card was maxed out, she had to humble herself and look for a job.
Hearing that bars made money quickly, she gritted her teeth and walked into the high-end nightclub.
With her outstanding appearance, she quickly gained a foothold in the bar.
Just by drinking and chatting with guests, the tips can easily exceed ten thousand yuan.
At first she stuck to her bottom line and said no to those restless hands.
But when she saw that those girls who were not as pretty as her could get commissions several times more than hers just by acting coquettishly, the balance in her heart gradually tilted.
Gradually she fell and lowered her bottom line step by step.
In just three months, she had hundreds of thousands more in her account.
But this money, which was once not enough for her to buy a limited edition bag, now requires her to exchange it for her dignity.
The reversed day and night life made her skin become dull and she also developed stomach problems.
Looking at the haggard face in the mirror, Su Yun realized that he had to get rid of this kind of life as soon as possible.
She used the bar as her hunting ground and began looking for an ideal marriage partner, who had to be rich, good-looking, and preferably single.
Unfortunately, such high-quality men are rare in nightclubs, until that night when Cui Hao appeared in her sight.
That night, Su Yun sat bored in the booth in the hall, tapping his wine glass with his fingertips and glancing towards the door from time to time.
Her regular customers hadn't arrived yet, but a strange man pushed the door open and caught her attention.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a well-ironed suit, with a stern look between his eyebrows, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
Su Yun raised her eyebrows, thinking that this man was quite attractive, but she had a date tonight, so she didn't think about it anymore.
It was not until three o'clock in the morning that she finally sent the drunken guest away and walked out of the box, rubbing her sore shoulders.
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