h4Chapter 306: Chapter 306 A Cheng.../h4

    Late at night.

    The lights in the apartment were not turned on.

    Ye Cheng sat on the sofa and emptied thest drop of wine from the ss into his mouth, his entire body enveloped in a heavy cloud of gloom.

    The bodyguards in Tokyo had been searching for most of the day, and he had personally gone out to look, yet there was still no trace of Mo Qian.

    A living, breathing person—it shouldn’t be possible for someone to just vanish into thin air!

    Where on earth had Mo Qian gone? If he had fallen into Yamamoto Yu’s hands, that would be a disaster!

    As Ye Cheng’s frustration reached its peak, a sudden knock at the door broke the silence.

    He had drunk quite a bit of wine and almost stumbled when he got up too hastily, barely managing to steady himself.

    Ye Cheng thought it was Mo Qianing back. Filled with excitement, he opened the door, but as soon as he saw the tall and graceful figure standing outside, the smile on his face vanished.

    Ye Cheng’s expression turned cold as he moved to shut the door, but Zimei hurriedly reached out to block it: "Let me in. I have something to say to you."

    "Not a chance."

    Seeing Ye Cheng determined to close the door, Zimei grew anxious and blurted out, "Don’t you want to find Mr. Gu? I can help!"

    "If I can’t find him, what makes you think you can?" Ye Cheng’s tone remained indifferent, but he did not forcibly close the door.

    Zimei lowered her hand and looked at the man’s face. The faint scent of red wine lingered in the air with his every breath. She was taken aback and asked, "You’ve been drinking?"

    Noticing the man’s expression darken, Zimei steered the conversation back quickly and spoke earnestly, "You may not be able to find Mr. Gu, but my chances of finding him are much greater. My godfather’s influence in Tokyo has always operated in secret without exposure. I can use his people to help—"

    At the mention of the word "godfather," Ye Cheng’s brows knitted tightly, and a trace of disgust shed in his eyes: "I would never beg Lu Shanhu for anything!"

    With that, Ye Cheng forcefully mmed the door shut. A woman’s cry of pain rang out the moment the door closed.

    Seeing the slender, pale arm caught in the narrow gap of the door, Ye Cheng quickly pulled the door open again. His anger surged as he reprimanded her: "Are you crazy? Do you not care about your own hand?"

    As she looked into the man’s now furious eyes, Zimei suddenly felt the pain in her arm lessen. Her glistening eyes stared at Ye Cheng as she grinned foolishly: "It’s fine, it’s not broken."

    Ye Cheng was infuriated by her remark.

    His expression turned grim as he reached out and dragged her directly into the room.

    Ye Cheng twisted the switch on themp beside the sofa, then turned around to fetch the first aid kit.

    Zimei stood in ce, her gaze fixed on the man’s tall and lean silhouette as he busied himself. He was unmistakably worried about her, and her heart felt sweet, as if filled with honey.

    Ye Cheng walked over with the first aid kit in hand. Seeing Zimei still standing there with a silly smile on her face, he suddenly felt a wave of irritation rise within him.

    This Zimei brought to mind the little girl who used to follow him around calling him "A Cheng" with an equally foolish smile on her face.

    Damn it! She’s already in herte twenties; why is she still smiling like that?!

    "Come here." The man’s voice was devoid of warmth as he spoke, walking over to sit down on the sofa.

    Obedient, Zimei followed his instructions and sat down beside him.

    Three years. It had been three years since the two of them had ever sat this close together. Zimei felt a strange illusion arise in her heart—as though they had never broken up and had not spent three years as strangers to one another.

    "A Cheng..."

    Zimei’s lips moved slightly as she softly called his name.

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