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Ye Bingran gazed at her for a long time, his eyes reflecting a quiet depth with traces of red from lack of sleep, yet he did not seem fatigued. Whether in the past or present, he had never cared about the scars on his body. He never considered how to heal them; instead, he thought only of revenge, an eye for an eye.
Zheng Mengni closed the lid and handed him the ointment. "Keep using it; it will work eventually."
He accepted it without a word. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the mountains."
"The mountains?" she asked.
"The Xianhai Mountain I mentioned at the last art exhibition."
Zheng Mengni nodded. "I remember now." Of course, she wouldn’t recall such trivial matters; the conversations from that exhibition were still fresh in her mind.
After returning to his bedroom, A Qi eagerly jumped out. "How's it going? Do you need my help? This is a great opportunity; the terrain is treacherous, and it's normal for some to not return."
Ye Bingran was exhausted and said nothing as he turned to his side and fell asleep, inadvertently smearing the ointment all over his pillow.
Meanwhile, Zheng Mengni tightly closed the window and locked the door, hiding a small knife under her pillow before finally closing her eyes.
On the sofa, Ye Siqian found it impossible to get comfortable. He propped himself up and stared obsessively at Zheng Mengni's closed door, pondering for a moment before grabbing a pillow and blanket to make a bed outside. He blissfully closed his eyes, imagining that Zheng Mengni was sleeping beside him. However, this decision led to him being rudely awakened in the morning by Ye Bingran’s foot and an angry shout.
"Idiot! You almost tripped me at the door!"
Rubbing his face awake, Ye Siqian looked forlornly at Zheng Mengni's door. He thought to himself that if Sister Nini woke up first, it would surely be wonderful to be stepped on by her.
When Zheng Mengni finally woke up, only Ye Siqian was left squatting at the door.
"My sister made breakfast; it's in the pot. I’ll bring it to you."
"Where is she?"
Ye Siqian hesitated. "My sister had something urgent come up and left. She asked me to take you out. I’m really sorry, Sister Nini; he didn’t mean to stand you up."
Zheng Mengni waved her hand, saying it was nothing, and then asked Ye Bingran where she was.
"I... my sister didn't say where she is," Ye Siqian replied, knowing a little more than he could share. He couldn't disclose much; after all, Ye Bingran had been involved in some dangerously risky activities lately, and he didn't want to drag Zheng Mengni into it. Moreover, after spending two days together, he felt that Zheng Mengni was kind and thoughtful. He found it hard to bear the thought of pulling her away from the Zheng Family.
Ye Siqian quickly brought over breakfast to change the subject. "You should try this! My sister is an excellent cook. After we eat, I can take you out to have some fun."
With Ye Bingran absent, Zheng Mengni felt there was no point in going out. She used her lack of sleep from the previous night as an excuse to suggest postponing their trip to Xianhai Mountain until the day after tomorrow.
Ye Siqian didn't mind; as long as he could be with Zheng Mengni, he felt content. As she ate, she tried to pry information from him, not believing for a second that he didn't know his sister's whereabouts. This guy was more naive than she had thought; without much effort, she had managed to find out the three places where Ye Bingran frequented.
As long as she understood the situation, she knew better than to act recklessly.
The two spent the entire day at home. Zheng Mengni quietly read while Ye Siqian leaned over the table, stealing glances at her. By evening, Ye Bingran still hadn't returned. Zheng Mengni found an excuse to send Ye Siqian out to buy something and stayed behind to check every corner of the house.
After searching for a long time without finding anything of value, she noted how sparse Ye Bingran's room was. The drawers were empty, and the wardrobe contained nothing but black, white, and gray clothing.
Just when she was feeling at a loss, there came a knock at the door.
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