CHAPTER 1073: CHAPTER 1073: YIN MO RECEIVES A CALL FROM CHENG LI

Yin Mo didn’t know what exactly happened between Xia Lao Wu and Yun Lih, but it seemed like they suddenly went their separate ways.

Yun Lih took a breath, turned his face to look into the distance, "I have my own plans."

Yin Mo flickered her eyes, and before leaving, she truthfully stated, "Lao Wu has been arranged by his family to go on blind dates recently, and I’ve heard there are many good candidates."

Yun Lih couldn’t catch his breath, and smoke stung his lungs like that.

...

Meanwhile, Yin Mo calmly returned near the pharmacy, and upon seeing He Chen, a smile immediately tugged at her lips, "Why are you out here?"

He Chen licked his back teeth, scoffed with a strong hint of gunpowder, "Saying a reluctant goodbye to him?"

"No reluctant goodbye." Yin Mo had long been used to his unpredictability and didn’t take it seriously, "Did Patriarch Shang look at your illness?"

He Chen’s face was as calm as water, leaning forward with a half-smile, "This illness of mine, he can’t cure it."

Yin Mo immediately half-opened her mouth, her expression showing a hint of concern, "Then what should be done? Does it need hospitalization?"

This woman was truly uniquely gifted, she could make his heart skip beats every day.

"Hospitalization won’t work, need a damn heart replacement." He Chen closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then grabbed Yin Mo’s hand and placed it on his chest.

Yin Mo felt the strong and warm chest muscles under her palm, glanced at the man, and couldn’t help but give his chest muscle a twist, "Stop talking nonsense."

"Hiss..." He Chen hummed softly, squinting his eyes dangerously, rubbing against the back of her hand, "Teasing me again, huh?"

Just then, Yin Mo suddenly saw Shang Zonghai walking out from the pharmacy, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, scolding, "Be serious."

"Baby, I’ve said it a hundred times, can’t be serious in front of you..."

Then, Shang Zonghai gave a light cough, and He Chen reluctantly sidled back and looked, "Old man, what’s up now?"

Shang Zonghai squinted at him, raised his hand, and threw a medicine packet over, "Three times a day, medicine will cure the illness."

The last few words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

He Chen caught the medicine packet, shook his leg, "When did you learn to eavesdrop?"

Shang Zonghai chuckled as he walked forward, glancing sideways at him as they passed, "You brat, watch your words and actions."

...

At noon, He Chen took Yin Mo to the Earl Western Restaurant for a meal.

Yin Mo grew up in the British Imperial, used to Western food, so He Chen catered to her taste, ordering three elaborate set meals to fill the table.

Just as they were about to start, Yin Mo paused in her movement of picking up the knife and fork, looked at the man opposite, and softly said, "I want to go to the bathroom."

He Chen picked up the napkin on his lap, pretending to get up to accompany her, "Let’s go."

"No need, I’ll go by myself." Yin Mo shook her head, gently refused, fearing He Chen might notice something, she smiled slightly, "I’ll be quick."

He Chen licked his lips and sat back down, "Don’t run around, turn right after going out, the bathroom is at the end."

Yin Mo hurried out of the restaurant, and He Chen watched her back, then took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number: "What did you find?"

The subordinate on the other end immediately reported, "Brother Chen, the number Miss Yin received is a Ghost Number, not registered, but we have located it, at Litang Bay."

He Chen suddenly squeezed the phone tightly, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, "Is she very idle?"

The subordinate said awkwardly, "Still, still can’t be sure if it’s the work of Cheng Li or Cheng Wen, otherwise..."

"Cheng Wen can make a call with her arm dislocated?"

The subordinate suddenly realized, "Then it must be... Cheng Li."

At the same time, in the fire escape, Yin Mo stood straight and answered a call.

The stairwell was empty and quiet, Yin Mo didn’t speak, and the other side remained silent.

The two stood silently against each other for a few seconds, then, there was a cold voice on the other end of the line, "Miss Yin?"

Yin Mo’s face was indifferent, calmly answered, "English, German, French, Italian, Burmese, Thai, Mandarin, please choose a language I can understand to talk to me."

It wasn’t that Yin Mo was showing off, nor was she deliberately making things difficult, but the other person started with an opening line in Parma language, which she couldn’t understand.

"Sorry, I forgot you’re not a Parma person." The woman on the phone gave a short laugh, then said in German: "Miss Yin, hello, I am Cheng Li."

Yin Mo also responded in fluent German: "Miss Cheng, speak straight."

Cheng Li’s voice was even calmer than Yin Mo’s, carrying a few traces of lofty arrogance, "Miss Yin, how about we meet up?"

Yin Mo said, "How about no."

"Why not?" Cheng Li paused, laughed lightly, "Could it be... you’re scared?"

Classic provocation.

Yin Mo looked calmly at her toes, said casually, "Hmm, I’m afraid you can’t take a hit."

Cheng Li was momentarily speechless, then covered her mouth and laughed, "Miss Yin really loves to joke."

"Send me the location, don’t call again."

After saying this, Yin Mo ended the call, a faint curve slowly lifted at the corner of her mouth.

The snake was out of its hole.

...

In just a few minutes, Yin Mo returned to the Western restaurant.

She stepped inside, immediately seeing He Chen lounging against the chair back, holding a wine glass in his hand, sipping delicately, occasionally tugging at his collar and scratching his chest.

It was obvious that his allergy had flared up again.

Yin Mo sighed softly, walked over and reached out to him, "You can’t drink if you’re allergic."

He Chen withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the small hand in front of him, then wrapped it into his palm and rubbed it, "Doing this, baby, did you not wash your hands?"

Yin Mo was momentarily tongue-tied, could only awkwardly glare at him, "I..."

"No worries, I don’t mind." He Chen lowered his head and pecked on the back of her hand, released it and nodded towards the dining table, "Let’s eat, finish eating and I’ll take you somewhere."

Yin Mo quietly let out a breath, sat down and wiped her hands with a towel, then noticed her steak had already been cut into bite-sized pieces.

She looked at He Chen, pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you..."

He Chen raised an eyebrow at her, then pointed beside with his fork, "Tell him."

Yin Mo turned her head accordingly, awkwardly retracting her gaze, oh, it was the waiter.

During the meal, Yin Mo felt her phone vibrating non-stop in her pant pocket, it wasn’t a call, but messages.

She frowned, seeing He Chen was busy cutting steak, so she took out her phone discreetly under the table and glanced quickly.

Yin Mo thought it was Cheng Li, but it turned out the messages were from the group chat of Liuzi from the border.

Shen Qingye: ??? @Yin Mo

Su Lao Si: ??? @Yin Mo

Song Liao: ??? What are you guys tagging Second Sister for?

Shen Qingye: Second! Sis! Is! Unexpectedly! Dating! Brother! Chen!