CHAPTER 667: CHAPTER 153: YOU’LL NEVER ESCAPE MY WORLD IN THIS LIFETIME

The man’s face carried a hint of gloom, and yet he sneered, his tone laced with irony as he flatly denied, "How could that be possible."

Lu Jingchen, however, was observing the man’s tightly clenched fist resting on the table, noticing the whitening knuckles around his bony ring, the expression in his eyes murky and indistinct, as he spoke unhurriedly, "Since there’s nothing, then you might as well call back those people who are still searching for Ning Wan. Why waste so many people looking for someone you don’t love."

Moreover, after searching for so long and still finding no trace, who knows if that woman has hidden herself at the ends of the earth.

After all, having known her for more than a decade, Lu Jingchen was well aware that if Ning Wan couldn’t be found now, it was either because something had happened to her, or because she was intentionally hiding to avoid being found by Xi Mohan.

Compared to the former possibility, Lu Jingchen was more inclined to believe in the latter.

After all, Ning Wan had once been kidnapped as a teenager and then dumped by her father into the military. If she wanted to hide without being found, it wasn’t hard for her.

If he knew this, then he didn’t believe that Xi Mohan would be unaware.

Xi Mohan didn’t respond to his words, his expression becoming ever colder, the look in his eyes even more inscrutable.

After a long pause, he finally said, "I’m going back now."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Lu Jingchen to reply, but turned straight around, his steps seeming a bit hurried.

Lu Jingchen, "..." He’s just leaving like that? He seemed to have more to say.

In the parking lot of CK Group, Xi Mohan sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze falling on a certain spot inside the car. He reached out and took a pendant from the drawer, which seemed to have some age to it, yet was well preserved by him.

The man’s thin lips were lightly pursed, his jaw tightly clenched, his complexion looking colder, and his hand on the steering wheel was clenched into a tight fist.

Not a single piece of news, and no trace of her to be found?

The hand holding the pendant moved, and the pendant fell into the palm of his hand, clasped tightly, sending waves of pain through his hand, yet he seemed utterly unaware, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold sneer. In a low voice tinged with a cold harshness, he spoke as if he couldn’t sever his obsessive hold, "Ning Wan, no matter where you are, you will never escape from my world in this lifetime."

That woman had flaunted herself in his world for over a decade, and yet now she was withdrawing and leaving. Who gave her the permission to do that?

...

In a cheap hotel in An City, a young woman wearing a dress she bought from the roadside entered, carrying only a simple suitcase, her complexion somewhat pallid and not looking very well. She approached the front desk with a smile and asked, "Hello, do you need an ID to check into a room here?"

The middle-aged woman at the front desk looked up at the newcomer, startled, then smiled and responded, "Yes, we need an ID for registration before we can check you in."

Upon hearing this, the young woman’s face paled slightly, but she still politely spoke, "Then never mind, I’m sorry to have bothered you."

After saying this, she turned to leave, and her delicate little face caught the eye of the other guests coming and going, causing them to stop in their tracks to look at her.

If Song Qiao were here, she would have recognized at a glance that this was... Ning Wan.

But the current Ning Wan had become much thinner than before, her once plump oval face now so gaunt it had lost much of its flesh, her complexion even paler as if she was ill.