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I spent the entire journey pondering the words of Lin Mu Xi. If everything she said was true, then what exactly was Wang Ju'en plotting? Wasn't she one of my fiancées? Why would she go to such lengths?
Lost in thought, I arrived at my doorstep. It was still early evening. As I took out my keys and opened the door, I spotted a shadowy figure lurking in the backyard, puffing away.
Old Zhao.
I startled him so much that he dropped his cigarette. "You scared me to death!" he exclaimed. "Where's my mom?"
Old Zhao glanced toward the staircase leading to the second floor. "She's taking a shower."
"Oh, I'll wait for her to finish. I need to discuss something with you guys."
Old Zhao seemed to already know what I was going to say; he merely nodded without speaking.
Since Ke Hong was still in the shower, I plopped down on the sofa and tried to organize my thoughts. Was Lin Mu Xi's information reliable? What did Wang Ju'en really want? And aside from Ouyang Zhirou, who else was at Lakeside University?
Old Zhao.
I couldn't shake the feeling that Old Zhao was hiding something from me. A torrent of questions surged through my mind, occupying every corner of my brain.
Old Zhao stood in the backyard, smoking one cigarette after another, watching me with concern in his eyes. He was just a young man barely out of his teens, someone who should be enjoying this vibrant time of life and looking forward to the future. Yet here he was, caught up in this silent conflict.
Before long, Ke Hong came down from the second floor, and I hadn't even noticed her arrival. Old Zhao shot her a glance.
For someone like me, just starting out in this world, it was impossible to come up with the perfect plan that minimized risk on my own. My understanding of these matters was still very limited. The complexities were beyond me.
Understanding the complexities of human emotions is truly challenging.
Ah! I can't figure it out, no matter how hard I try. What should I do?
As I suddenly tugged at my hair in frustration, Ke Hong couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Xiao Lun?"
"Mom? Aren't you supposed to be taking a shower?"
Ke Hong's voice unexpectedly pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.
"I'm showering, not soaking in a bath," I replied.
Ke Hong then took a seat across from me, and seeing her settled, Old Zhao finally made his way over from the backyard.
"Go ahead, what’s on your mind?"
After a moment of silence, I shared everything Lin Mu Xi had told me and expressed my own thoughts.
From my perspective, this could work. Lin Mu Xi was right; it wasn't about whether we should worry about her playing tricks on us, but rather about her worrying if we would sell off the entire business after acquiring a significant share!
Noticing that neither Old Zhao nor Ke Hong responded, I added a bit more.
"I don’t know if you can gather any information on Wang Ju'en or perhaps some details about her father. Even if you can find something out, it might not be as quick or accurate as Lin Mu Xi's indirect approach."
Having finished my proposal, I understood that the final decision still rested with Old Zhao.
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