CHAPTER 618: CHAPTER 618 PLEASE LET HER GO

"No." Xi Nanfeng answered lazily, "If he doesn’t want to talk about it, even prying his mouth open won’t make him speak."

"What about his phone?" Mo Qian’s deep, dark eyes turned cold. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"Should be in his suit jacket." Xi Nanfeng glanced sideways at him, "You want to call someone at his company?"

"Mm, maybe I can find out something."

As Mo Qian spoke, he walked to the foot of the bed where the suit jacket was placed and retrieved the phone from the pocket.

Ye Cheng’s phone had a password, but as a long-time close friend, Mo Qian could unlock it with his eyes closed.

After unlocking the phone, Mo Qian swiped to the contacts list, intending to reach out to an acquaintance of Ye Cheng’s to inquire.

Suddenly, his gaze froze on a special contact nickname: Mei.

This was likely Zimei’s number. Mo Qian noticed there were five or six call records tied to the number.

An assumption formed in his mind: Ye Cheng got himself drunk the day after returning from France—was it related to Zimei? Were they having a fight?

Mo Qian hesitated for two seconds before pressing Zimei’s number.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he was met with an emotionless mechanical female voice: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable."

Unavailable?

What is going on?

A faint sense of foreboding surged in Mo Qian’s chest. He opened the messages, hoping to uncover some clues.

Though checking someone else’s private messages wasn’t right, given the situation concerning Ye Cheng, Mo Qian couldn’t afford to care.

There weren’t many contacts in the message box, and Mo Qian immediately spotted historical texts from Zimei.

——A Cheng, how is Paris? I heard it’s colder there than Rongcheng—you should dress warmly.

——A Cheng, I swapped out that villa and bought a new luxury apartment in the city center. Since reuniting with you, I suddenly dream of living a life steeped in everyday simplicity.

The new apartment is within walking distance of the supermarket and park. From the 33rd floor, you can overlook the entire city’s night view... I’ve imagined countless times moving into the new apartment with you—holding your hand as we shop, standing side by side gazing out over the city, curling up on the sofa watching TV... So, would you come and live with me?

——Tonight, I suddenly can’t sleep—thinking about you, thinking about you...

——Business hasn’t been going smoothly lately; the supplier is causing issues, and I need to handle it... Though there’s been quite a bit of stress, whenever I think of you, my mood instantly lifts.

——Tomorrow you’re coming back, and I’ll definitely go pick you up—see you at the airport, A Cheng.

Zimei’s texts ended here.

Ye Cheng’s replies were succinct: Oh, Mm, Got it.

Classic Ye Cheng—reserved and cryptic.

However, Mo Qian knew very well that with Ye Cheng’s temperament, if he bothered responding at all, it meant the relationship had thawed, and reconciliation was very likely.

While Mo Qian didn’t like Zimei, he wouldn’t interfere in Ye Cheng’s personal life.

Just as Mo Qian was about to exit the message screen, his peripheral vision caught sight of a text from a strange number. Initially, he thought it was spam and didn’t open it right away.

But when he glimpsed the words "Little Zi," his eyes darkened abruptly.

——Little Zi won’t be meeting you. She’s doing very well right now—please let her go.

Little Zi?

Anyone who called Zimei by that name was likely an older relative.

Mo Qian pondered briefly and quickly deduced who it must be.

Lu Shanhu.

Was he trying to prevent Zimei and Ye Cheng from reconciling? Ha, that old man finally couldn’t sit still.

Mo Qian’s eyes grew cold as he stared at the message. It seemed he was finally beginning to understand what was going on.