CHAPTER 646: CHAPTER 563 SETTING A TRAP

Long Wu snorted and sneered, "Don’t think of yourself as too noble! Sometimes, not everything can be controlled! Look, Su Meng is still indifferent to me even now, and she’s been living at her mom’s place.

You and Sisi better not end up like us!"

Speaking of this, Long Wu felt suffocated and frustration welled up inside him. He took a few hard drags on his cigarette.

If it weren’t for Wang Si, that wretched fool who got used by others, how could he have made such a stupid mistake and been blamed by Su Meng to this day?

Leng Mochen silently extinguished the remainder of his cigarette in the ashtray, then remarked, "You don’t need to act all knowing and seasoned here. Wasn’t it you meddling back then? In the end, you shoved everything onto me anyway."

If not for Long Wu, he might not have even noticed someone parking nearby to snatch someone.

He certainly did not expect that woman to be Qin Xin—everything about the situation felt strangely off.

He had planned to settle Qin Xin’s issues while dealing with matters abroad.

If it hadn’t been for Leng Ning’s engagement banquet keeping him tied up, under no circumstances would he have taken this hot potato onto his plate.

Long Wu awkwardly rubbed his eyebrows and coughed lightly: "Wasn’t that just reflex? You know the kind of trauma my Su Meng went through. When I saw that situation, I rushed in to save someone without even thinking—truth be told, I didn’t have time to rationalize!"

Su Meng’s past experience had left a massive impact on him, and hadn’t Li Si also encountered such misery back in Pan Garden?

Now some of his actions have simply become instinctive—just an unconscious urge to lend a hand and save a life.

Leng Mochen cast a faint glance at him and started flipping through documents.

He could understand Long Wu’s feelings, so as long as he didn’t keep harping on the same nonsense, Leng Mochen was willing to bear with him to some extent.

Unfortunately, Long Wu didn’t stop. He continued rambling, "Still, Leng Er, even if this mess started because of me, you were quite something later. Saving someone would’ve been enough, but you helped investigate and arrange things for her. Forget blood ties, from what I know, she’s connected to that Nie Xiuwei!

That day, she claimed Nie Xiuwei was kidnapped by two guys, but who knows if it’s true? I asked Heizi—turns out they hadn’t even had a chance to act yet. The Interpol people barely arrived before drawing a blank. Don’t tell me someone set you up here!"

Leng Mochen looked at him with irritation: "If it’s a setup, it was definitely one you brought to me! And because of this, I temporarily decided to take her in. I already informed Heizi." He finished his sentence with an abrupt slam of the document and raised an eyebrow: "Are you feeling idle? If you are, go supervise the construction at Antique City. Faster completion means you can recover some costs sooner!"

Long Wu unwillingly got up, gesturing vaguely at Leng Mochen with an expression of dismay: "Don’t drag Heizi into this! The real issue is you and your ulterior motives. Otherwise, why would you order me not to tell Li Si about this? If you weren’t feeling guilty, would you even react this way?

Don’t blame me for being blunt here. I can tell that woman has feelings for you. The heart of a woman is a deep ocean; don’t let it lead to regrets that harm your relationship with her!"

Long Wu felt he’d said all he could. Whether Leng Er would take it to heart was ultimately his own matter.

It was obvious there were things he didn’t know about, yet since Leng Er refused to speak, Long Wu didn’t want to pry further. As his buddy, even if Leng Er wanted to find a confidante, Long Wu would quietly support him.

But not with that woman. To put it harshly, she’s "used goods"; he couldn’t help but find it distasteful.

"Hmm. I have my own judgment." Leng Mochen replied flatly, gazing out the window, his calm eyes veiled in darkness.

Seeing that Leng Mochen had turned his chair away and ignored him, Long Wu waved his hand dismissively, opened the office door, and walked out.

His muttering persisted, something like "Those who don’t heed friends’ advice will regret later."

Inside a luxurious apartment, Qin Xin sat despondently on the sofa, her head lowered. She had already been here for days, and Leng Mochen hadn’t shown up even once.

The terror of that day still flickered vividly in her mind—first Nie Xiuwei had been taken from his home by two strangers.

She had spent a sleepless night terrified and had no heart for work the next day. She ended up asking Zheng Huanxue for leave and went out to search for Nie Xiuwei. Not only did she fail to find him, but she was almost kidnapped by two men herself.

Fortunately, she encountered Leng Mochen and his friend, who stepped in to save her.

Without them, who knows where she might have been dragged off to or what she would have faced?

Regarding Nie Xiuwei’s capture, she was somewhat mentally prepared. Perhaps the overseas case had uncovered something.

As for the two strangers, they might truly have been plainclothes police or perhaps international hirelings.

But those who tried to kidnap her baffled her.

She had transformed herself and started anew; she didn’t have any enemies in Beijing. Who would want to harm her?

Scanning the apartment, she noticed the overall design leaned toward cool, subdued tones, with the wardrobe completely empty.

She surmised this wasn’t a place anyone typically lived in.

As for Leng Mochen, she undeniably harbored hopes—especially in her dreams where he overlapped with another man.

It felt as though there had been moments of genuine sweetness between them, so tangible and vivid.

This heroic rescue had only amplified her feelings for him.

But he hadn’t made an appearance since! She knew he had a wife and child, along with a busy career.

Yet sitting there all alone, her mind kept swirling with sugary thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t as cold toward her as he seemed on the surface.

Otherwise, why would he go out of his way to rescue her?

She conveniently excluded Long Wu from her memory of those who first stepped in to help.

The fact that he had arranged for her to stay here made Qin Xin wonder: Is this not a case of "golden house hiding a beauty"?

Regardless, she was determined to follow her heart and seize any opportunity to take bold, proactive steps.

As for Li Si, Qin Xin knew Leng Mochen treated her differently. His deep affection and indulgence for Li Si made her feel both envious and jealous.

Recalling this, her brows furrowed tightly, but she quickly smoothed them out.

She didn’t need much—just a bit of tenderness from him. It wouldn’t jeopardize Li Si’s status or identity; after all, what prominent family’s man didn’t have a confidante outside?

She didn’t believe in "cats that don’t steal fish." Leng Mochen surely had such secrets—it’s just that he hid them well and hadn’t been exposed.

Additionally, after some personal mental preparation, Qin Xin had become more resolute in her intentions toward Leng Mochen.

Li Si, meanwhile, absentmindedly finished her meal with Bai Shasha and the others. After a hasty goodbye, she anxiously headed to the location mentioned in the text, accompanied by Jiang Tong.

She wanted to give Leng Mochen her unconditional trust, yet the contents of that message lingered incessantly in her mind.

If it had been about any other woman, she wouldn’t have cared much, knowing his character.

But unfortunately, that woman was Qin Xin—a person who made her deeply fear.

A former girlfriend from his past life, who now had a special place in his present.

If he truly didn’t care about her at all, he wouldn’t treat her differently over and over again.

Li Si’s mind was a chaotic jumble, her thoughts no longer calm or collected.

Suddenly, the quiet of the car was interrupted by the ringtone of a mobile phone, snapping her out of her tangled thoughts. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian.com to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)