CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 409: WHO SENT YOU?

However, she thought of Cheng Lie being safe and sound now, and a sigh of relief escaped her heart. This was certainly a blessing in disguise.

She then recalled the post she had published online. Hmm... she should probably delete that post now, since Cheng Lie had already been found.

Thus, Yun Shifei rested for a while and went to a nearby internet café to go online.

She opened the post, and it was still being flooded with comments.

Yun Shifei thought for a moment and then re-edited the post: "The person has already been found, thank you all for your attention during this time."

Afterwards, she locked the post, preventing others from replying to it, and waited for it to naturally sink down over time.

This was the privilege of being an administrator—being able to handle one’s own posts at any time.

But just as she was about to shut down the computer, she suddenly noticed a private message beside her inbox. Someone had actually reached out to her?

Yun Shifei clicked on it to check. The person directly asked: "Is the person you mentioned Cheng Lie?"

There really was someone who knew Cheng Lie? During the time when the post was at its peak popularity, everyone had been discussing romantic stories, and no one truly knew where the person she described might be.

Now, Cheng Lie had been found, and she intended to ignore the matter entirely, but unexpectedly, someone had jumped in to ask.

Yun Shifei replied: "Do you know him?"

Shortly afterward, the person answered: "Yes, I know him. He was in Beijing before. I heard you say he disappeared. So where is he now?"

Yun Shifei stared at the person’s question, considering giving the answer that Cheng Lie was in Beijing. However, when she thought about how the other person was a stranger, she simply said, "He’s back."

A vague response.

Yet, the person on the other side continued asking: "Back where? South City or Beijing?"

This person seemed to have some familiarity with Cheng Lie.

"Why don’t you ask him yourself?" Yun Shifei found it strange. If the person was so familiar, they surely had Cheng Lie’s contact information.

She didn’t want to say anything more. What if they were trying to extract information from her?

In her previous life, Yun Shifei had seen enough internet scams—those fraudsters who used bits of personal information to con and deceive.

Thus, for strangers’ inquiries, no matter how much they pretended to know or seemed familiar, unless she saw them in person, she wouldn’t disclose any specific details.

On the other side, the person messaging Yun Shifei was sitting in front of their computer, staring at the chat window, feeling frustrated.

Was this woman overly cautious?

He had already led the conversation to this extent, but she was still unwilling to give him a straightforward answer.

But it didn’t matter. Whether it was South City or Beijing, he could search both places. It would just be a massive amount of work.

Moreover, he could clearly sense that Cheng Lie had become exceedingly vigilant now.

Rightfully so—after almost losing one’s life, how could anyone not be cautious?

Even he hadn’t fully grasped how Cheng Lie had managed to return alive. His luck was indeed extraordinary.

The man smirked coldly at the thought.

But what he didn’t know was that, at the same time, someone had locked onto his IP address.

"Brother Lie, we’ve just discovered someone chatting with Miss Yun through private messages," a bespectacled man stared at the data on his computer screen. "It looks like they’re fishing for information."

Websites during this era were relatively primitive, making them uncomplicated and easy to breach—especially for someone with advanced computer skills like him. If he wished to monitor someone, he could uncover information undetected and effortlessly.

The man in front of him was none other than Shen Weiwu, a hacker Cheng Lie recruited after hearing about him being expelled from school for crashing its network.

After Cheng Lie returned, he learned about Yun Shifei posting their situation online, though his impaired vision prevented him from knowing exactly what Yun Shifei had written.

Still, considering it was a missing-person post, it might attract unwanted attention.

Thus, he instructed Shen Weiwu to stay vigilant and monitor the situation.

School firewalls were relatively easy to breach, and Shen Weiwu effortlessly obtained confidential information.

Finally, today, he noticed something abnormal and informed Cheng Lie.

Cheng Lie asked, "Where?"

"In a rental apartment in the city area." Shen Weiwu concluded the location.

"Go there and find this person."

With that, Cheng Lie stood up, put on his sunglasses, and took a long stride out the door, preparing to leave.

Shen Weiwu saw Cheng Lie intending to go as well and was startled. "Brother Lie, your eyesight is poor. You shouldn’t go!"

"Isn’t he trying to meet me? Then let’s meet him," Cheng Lie said, his thin lips curving slightly.

Behind the sunglasses, his gaze was unreadable, yet even with only the lower half of his face showing a faint smile, it wouldn’t make anyone feel that he was genuinely happy at this moment.

That oppressive atmosphere made Shen Weiwu wonder whether Cheng Lie might crush the person outright upon finding them.

Shen Weiwu knew Cheng Lie’s demeanor from stories Zhao Pan had shared.

Hmm... when the time came, he must ensure Zhao Pan stopped Brother Lie.

As Cheng Lie turned to leave, his ability to navigate without issue, even with extremely poor vision, impressed. He could effortlessly skirt around obstacles.

Not awkwardly hindered by his limited sight.

But only Cheng Lie himself knew what truly felt different.

He reached out to touch his eyes.

They soon arrived at a rental apartment within the hutongs of Beijing—filthy and chaotic.

Cheng Lie’s men kicked the door open, startling the man inside who had been engrossed in his computer.

"Who are you people?" The chubby man stepped out of his room and looked at the strangers crowding his small space, visibly nervous.

His apartment was already cramped, and now there were so many people.

What could they possibly want? The man’s guilty conscience made his thoughts spiral.

Zhao Pan approached him with a friendly smile. "We’re just here to take a look."

With that, he stepped toward the man’s room, but the man quickly blocked his path, saying, "What do you plan to do?"

The intentions were anything but good!

He didn’t want them entering his room, but they had strength in numbers. Soon enough, the man was subdued.

Zhao Pan entered and glanced at the computer before confirming, "Mr. Cheng, it was indeed him who sent the messages."

Mr. Cheng.

Upon hearing that title, the man finally noticed someone standing quietly behind the bodyguards—a figure in sunglasses, face cold and stern.

Although the man didn’t utter a word, standing there silently, his presence alone made the man feel suffocated.

Even as his gaze landed on him, separated by sunglasses, there was no mistaking the piercing sensation of his stare.

This man—was he the one he had been searching for?

Previously, he assumed he was in South City, but he had unexpectedly reappeared in Beijing.

They had supposedly dealt with him. How was he still intact? Shouldn’t he have been missing an arm or leg, at least?

Cheng Lie couldn’t see the man’s reaction clearly, but he could almost guess what he was thinking.

He said, "It’s me."

After a momentary pause, he added, "So, who exactly ordered you to do this?"