"You, you put me down." An Yin said helplessly, her delicate face already pale. However, to prevent herself from falling to the ground, her slender wrists were wrapped around the man’s neck. When she realized what she was doing, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and her bright eyes glared at him indignantly. "So troublesome." Bao Shaojin lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "There are glass shards on the ground, don’t move around." The man walked steadily, striding swiftly towards the outside. An Yin pouted discontentedly. The source of this content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Muttering softly, "Who’s the troublesome one?" She deliberately lowered her voice, thinking the man couldn’t hear. Little did she know that after she finished speaking, the man’s cold face gradually softened, and upon closer inspection, one could see a hint of indulgence in his eyes. After stepping out the door, the attendant led them to the exclusive elevator, pressed the button to call the elevator, then stepped aside. Once the elevator door slowly opened, Bao Shaojin carried her inside. As the elevator door closed, An Yin shyly said, "Bao Shaojin, please put me down." The two were close, and the smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of smoke from the man filled An Yin’s nostrils. Such a strong smell made An Yin frown. Bao Shaojin keenly noticed the hint of disdain on the girl’s face, and his gaze instantly turned sharp, "Where do you want to go?" "I..." An Yin, feeling the fervent gaze from above her head, stammered fearfully, "I want to go there to wait for Sister Jingrou." Hearing her words, Bao Shaojin snorted coldly. The two reached his top-floor suite in "Qin Land." After entering, Bao Shaojin stopped in the entryway, holding the girl gently in his arms, she nestled in his chest like an ostrich. The warmth in his arms gradually filled the long-empty parts of his heart. "Put me down, please." An Yin saw the man standing still and spoke hesitantly. Bao Shaojin took a deep breath, her scent instantly overwhelmed his mind, and a fervent desire flooded his eyes, causing the man’s body to stiffen. Bao Shaojin gently put An Yin down, without even having time to change his shoes, proceeded to the inner room. An Yin looked puzzled at the man’s stiff back. Why didn’t the man speak? And why was he leaving so hastily? An Yin stood there, feeling sullen. In the shoe cabinet in front of her, a pair of pink slippers just her size caught her eye. An Yin quietly gazed at them. Perhaps they belong to someone else. Retracting her gaze, she reached out to touch the door lock, trying to open the door, only to find it wouldn’t budge. Apparently, without Bao Shaojin’s permission, she couldn’t leave at all. Taking off her shoes, she walked barefoot in thin socks across the cold floor towards the living room. As she stepped, her eyes roamed around the room. In the center was still that soft sofa; she moved towards it and sat down. Across on the coffee table, fresh fruits were laid out. An Yin reached to touch her slightly protruding belly. She had eaten quite a few strawberries earlier and couldn’t eat anymore. She took out her phone from her pocket, opened WeChat, and sent a message to the other party. An Yin: [Sister Jingrou, I’m in Bao Shaojin’s room. Can you pick me up when you leave?] After sending the message, An Yin sat quietly alone, boredom creeping in, and from the corner of her eye, she spotted the TV remote. She reached for it and turned on the TV. The top floor of "Qin Land" only had a few suites. The number of people who could enter the top floor could be counted on one hand. Upon hearing Bao Shaojin’s words, Shen Jingrou excitedly went upstairs to the suite belonging to Qin Huai. At the door stood two bodyguards in black coats. Seeing her, the men spoke in unison, "Miss Shen!" Shen Jingrou nodded at them and in that moment believed her brother’s words. It seemed Brother Huaizhi had really returned to the country. "Open the door." Shen Jingrou said. The bodyguards exchanged glances, their faces showing a hint of hesitation. Seeing this, Shen Jingrou spoke again, "If Brother Huaizhi is angry, I’ll take the blame. Just open the door." One of the bodyguards’ eyes flickered, then placed his hand on the doorknob, and the door immediately opened. "Miss Shen, please enter!" With that, Shen Jingrou walked inside. Once she entered, the door closed automatically. This wasn’t the first time Shen Jingrou had visited Qin Huai’s private suite. Seeing the empty living room, she headed towards the inner chamber. To her, Qin Huai was like an older brother, which allowed her to behave so recklessly in his territory. As she rounded the corner and was about to speak, her lips slightly parted, "Huai..." The rest of "Brother Huaizhi" hadn’t left her lips when a faint sound came through the gap of a nearby door. The hoarse voice resounded in the silent air, sounding especially harrowing. It was a woman’s voice... Shen Jingrou’s heart sank gradually because the voice was very familiar to her. Shen Jingrou halted her steps, almost falling over. Panic-stricken, she turned and stumbled to the sofa, her knees giving way as she collapsed onto it. When she took out her phone, her hands were trembling uncontrollably. After unlocking it with her fingerprint, she finally managed to find Lin Yue’s number. She tapped it several times before succeeding. Her face was bloodless, indicating the shock she’d been dealt by the voice she had just heard. After two rings, Lin Yue’s nonchalant voice echoed. "You need something from me?" Every time Lin Yue spoke, it made her feel like punching him, but she had something to ask him now. Shen Jingrou took a deep breath, striving to calm herself, and pretended to be composed as she said, "Has Suisui been found?" The other end of the line immediately fell unnaturally silent. Shen Jingrou wasn’t in a hurry, and as she gripped the phone, veins popped on the back of her hand, while her clear eyes were now glistening with a thin layer of tears. Soon after, tears escaped from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. "Jingrou." Lin Yue cautiously uttered the two words, then continued, "What do you want to say?" Having known each other for years, Lin Yue could keenly sense something amiss with her, even though Shen Jingrou had only said a few words. "Answer me, is there any news about Suisui?" Shen Jingrou pressed on, her tone turning assertive. Lin Yue didn’t speak; he didn’t want to lie to her, especially since he sensed she might already know something. "Lin Yue, you’re all bastards! How could you... sob sob..." Shen Jingrou covered her mouth, her tear-filled eyes looking towards the inner chamber as she continued to sob into the phone, "Suisui is so young, how could you... sob sob..."