CHAPTER 968: CHAPTER 968: HELP WRITING A SELF-CRITICISM LETTER

The mother and daughter were silent for a few seconds, then voices rang out again, "Mohmoh, your dad..."

Indeed, the two people meeting here at night were Yin Mo and Mother Yin.

Yin Mo sighed wistfully, "Mom, let him be. At this point, he’s still loyally devoted to Charlman, what else can I say."

"Mohmoh, it’s not like that, your dad has already..."

Before Mother Yin could finish, Yin Mo suddenly heard a very slight noise.

She squinted her eyes warily and pushed Mother Yin to the shaded side of the shrine, "Who?"

Mother Yin hastily put on her veil, gave Yin Mo a deep look, and turned back along the path.

No matter how much she was reluctant, she couldn’t cause trouble for Mohmoh. Knowing she was alive was already a fortunate turn of events.

After Mother Yin left, Yin Mo naturally picked up a tray from her feet, adjusted her veil, and walked out with a servile demeanor.

Luckily, she was still wearing a waiter’s uniform.

Yin Mo wasn’t sure if someone was there earlier, so she circled around the shrine’s outside altar, deftly carrying the tray and walking forward with her head down.

Then, someone mocked, "Where do you plan to take that tray of air?"

Yin Mo abruptly stopped, her previously tense nerves involuntarily relaxing.

At the round table in front of the shrine, He Chen sat with one leg crossed over the other, supporting his head with one hand and looking at her askance.

Yin Mo lowered the tray and said flatly, "Why haven’t you left?"

"Meeting someone in secret?" He Chen asked while rising and walking up to Yin Mo in three strides, his disdainful gaze falling on her brow and eyes, "So damn ugly."

Yin Mo’s exposed brows and eyes looked quite ordinary due to her disguise; it would be hard for someone unfamiliar to recognize her at a glance.

He Chen poked her between the brows with a finger, making Yin Mo turn her face to avoid him, and she said lightly, "You can choose not to look."

"What are you hiding from?" He Chen hooked a finger, pulled down her veil, then lifted Yin Mo’s chin, looked it over carefully, and then wordlessly put her veil back on.

An eyesore.

Yin Mo was long used to He Chen’s unconventional thoughts. She adjusted her veil, frowned, and asked, "Did you come looking for me?"

He Chen looked her up and down, tonguing his cheek, "Otherwise, should I be looking for your... mom?"

Yin Mo stared blankly, momentarily forgetting to respond.

He Chen gripped her chin through the veil, leaned in closer, "You’ve already died once, yet you’re still so careless, meeting in a place like this, are you afraid that nobody knows your mom secretly left the British Imperial?"

Yin Mo’s breath slightly paused, feeling the tobacco-scented breath of He Chen brushing her cheek, making even the veil seem to heat up.

She brushed away He Chen’s hand and stepped back slightly, "Everything’s been arranged in advance, except for you, no one else will come."

"Trying to say I’m meddling?" He Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously, pulled down her veil again, lowered his face and said word by word, "Go ahead, say it again."

The two were so close, their lips almost touched.

Yin Mo’s eyelashes quivered lightly, wanting to push him away, yet hesitated to act.

Their eyes met, just as He Chen was about to quench his thirst with a kiss, the nearby shrubs rustled.

He Chen’s arm pulled Yin Mo behind him and the next second, he raised his foot to advance.

Then, his arm was hugged.

Yin Mo wrapped her arms around He Chen’s, looking up and whispering, "It’s just a cat."

"A cat?" He Chen raised an eyebrow wickedly, looking at the bushes, coldness mixed in his eyes.

What kind of cat could flatten a portion of the bushes?

He Chen pushed Yin Mo’s hand aside, planning to go over and investigate.

No one dared to cause trouble at the Myanmar Cabinet Office, but that didn’t rule out someone doing something in secret.

He Chen continued to stride toward the bushes, and seeing this, Yin Mo grabbed his hand, "I’ve already told you it’s a cat, it ran off long ago."

"Is that so?" He Chen’s handsome face gradually turned cold, scrutinizing Yin Mo without showing emotion, the temperature in his eyes steadily dropping, "A male cat?"

Yin Mo: "..."

She knew He Chen misunderstood, so she could only soften her tone and gently soothe, "He’s someone Qiaoqiao arranged to protect me. He’s controlling the surveillance around here, if you drag him out, the surveillance shielding will fail."

He Chen found this explanation perfect but too perfect, making it unbelievable.

Everyone harbors deep secrets within, especially a man like He Chen, who has faced betrayal, making him particularly sensitive to certain matters.

He stared at Yin Mo without blinking, trying to discern any clue from her eyes.

But in the end, there was nothing.

Trust and suspicion often hinge on a single thought, and ultimately he didn’t take another step forward, instead retracing his steps back.

Yin Mo hesitated for two seconds, then quickly caught up with He Chen’s pace, "He’s truly not an outsider, Qi Zai just doesn’t allow him to appear in the Cabinet Office."

He Chen didn’t speak, his pace quickened, until finally, Yin Mo couldn’t keep up and could only jog after him.

Yin Mo didn’t even know why she was explaining to him, maybe out of fear of a misunderstanding, which could affect Qiaoqiao’s arrangements.

She thought, that must be it.

...

That night, even though He Chen remained silent, he still brought Yin Mo back to the apartment.

Yet near the Maine Riverside, far from the bustling city, an old acquaintance battle took place.

At 10:30 pm, in the middle of the Maine River, a luxury yacht was anchored.

The upper deck was brightly lit, music blaring, and Shen Qingye danced around clumsily with the sound.

Song Liao played accompaniment on a crystal glass with chopsticks, Yun Lih and Su Moshi occasionally sipped from their cups.

In the lower deck, Li Qiao had her legs propped up on the coffee table, her skirt trailing on the floor, intently tapping on her phone, looking busy.

She was still typing when an unexpected call came in.

Seeing the caller ID, Li Qiao answered and put it on speaker, then returned to the WeChat interface and continued tapping the screen.

"Three cars are heading toward the Maine Riverside, also, pay attention to the sky area, radar scans indicate small drones hovering near your yacht."

At this, Xia Siyu sitting next to Li Qiao fell into contemplation.

Sky area, radar scans, drones...

These words, could they really come from Wu Minmin’s mouth?!

Is she really just a senior automotive engineer?!

Li Qiao replied, never stopping her messaging, multitasking as she asked, "Are the drones military or civilian?"

"Of course they’re civilian." Wu Minmin sneered, "I have all the serial numbers of military drones; anyone daring to use a military drone to trouble you, I’d shoot them down first."

Li Qiao smirked, "Share the real-time radar view of the drones with me."

"I’ve logged into your system." The sound of keyboard keys tapping came from the other end of the line, Wu Minmin grumbled again, "Qiaoqiao, I’m not rushing you, just casually asking. Um... when can you help me finish writing the review?"