Yin Mo’s gaze flickered as she looked at He Chen, asking with a hint of expectation, "Then will you take me?" He Chen patted her cheek, raising an eyebrow playfully, "No, don’t even think about it." "Then is it a problem if I go back to sleep?" He Chen stroked his eyebrows, meaningfully pulling her into his embrace and holding her tight, "Captain Yin, you’d better really be thinking about sleep." Yin Mo naturally leaned against the man’s shoulder, closing her eyes wearily, "Hmm, I really am." He Chen tilted his head, his gaze reaching her long, trembling eyelashes and her delicate, rosy lips. He bent down to give a quick kiss, signaling with his eyes for Ah Yong to speed up the return trip. At North City No.1, as He Chen got out of the car, he naturally wrapped his arm around Yin Mo’s waist, lifting her horizontally. Yin Mo gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, feeling a bit stiff, "I can walk by myself." He Chen glanced down at her, "Say another word and I’ll throw you down." Yin Mo sensed his grip loosening slightly, silently tightening her hold around his neck, "When will you be back?" "Not sure." He Chen carried her effortlessly into the living room, then pressed her onto the sofa, "Pack your things, tomorrow you’re coming with me to Purple Cloud Mansion." He Chen propped his elbow by Yin Mo’s face, tracing her brows and eyes with his fingertips, showing an uncommon gentleness in his actions. This overly intimate posture always made Yin Mo a bit uncomfortable. She wriggled a bit and said faintly, "No need, it’s quite good here." "Sweetheart, I’m not discussing this with you." He Chen smirked, roughly pinching her cheek, "I’m informing you!" Yin Mo made an ’oh’ sound, pushing at his shoulder with her hand, "You should go." He Chen squinted his eyes, then lowered his head and sucked hard on her neck, satisfied with his handiwork, he said hoarsely, "Wait for my return." In less than five minutes, He Chen was gone. A big, noticeable hickey appeared on the left side of Yin Mo’s neck, one that couldn’t be hidden. By now, it was already half past six in the evening. Yin Mo fetched her laptop from the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and began to work. An hour later, Yin Mo changed into convenient jeans and a short-sleeve shirt, leaving North City No.1 in a Maserati from the backyard. Meanwhile, parked by the roadside behind the block was a Bentley. He Chen lazily crossed his legs, gazing at the departing Maserati with a faint chilling smile. Ah Yong dared not speak, feeling the temperature within the car dropping, making him want to shiver. "Chen, Brother Chen, should we follow Miss Yin or..." He Chen bit a cigarette that wasn’t lit, rubbing his fingers with a lowered gaze, "Tell them to withdraw." "Brother Chen?" Ah Yong was puzzled, turning to look at the backseat, "What if the old lady’s information is true..." He Chen took out a lighter to light the cigarette, laughing lightly, "You don’t know that bunch of bastards at all." Ah Yong was speechless. He Chen puffed out smoke towards the window, "Follow her." "Okay, Brother Chen." At seven fifty, Yin Mo arrived at the underground bar. She sat in the car for a while, checked the surveillance through her phone, and at fifty-nine, slowly got out and walked into the bar. Table thirty-two was surrounded by light blue sheer curtains, dim lighting and pulsating music, lending a mysterious vibe. Yin Mo sat at the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and carefully observed the situation at table thirty-two with her peripheral vision. Soon, a woman lifted the curtain, said something to the nearby bodyguard, and Yin Mo cautiously took a peek while raising her glass, her gaze freezing instantly. The woman wore a crystal gown accentuating her curvaceous and alluring figure, her long, wavy hair draped over her left shoulder, her features sharp and distinct, but her mannerisms carried the vulgarity of a woman of the streets. Yin Mo discreetly shifted her gaze, frowning slightly displeased. The man at table thirty-two was undoubtedly He Qing. She had already figured this out through the entrance surveillance. Setting her glass down, Yin Mo steadied herself before pushing back her chair and walking over. Inside the curtains, the woman leaned on He Qing, holding a piece of fruit to his mouth, "Brother Qing, is she still coming?" Just as the words left her mouth, Yin Mo pulled aside the curtain and walked in. The woman straightened her chest, boldly scanning Yin Mo, "Is it her?" At this moment, He Qing, with his legs crossed, pushed the woman aside and stood up with a smile, "Miss Yin, thank you for coming." Yin Mo looked at his outstretched hand and nodded, "No need to thank me." He Qing didn’t insist, making an inviting gesture to the side, then peered at his female companion and instructed, "You go out first." "Fine." The woman got up awkwardly, throwing a slightly displeased glare at Yin Mo as she left. The spacious booth was left with just He Qing and Yin Mo. Two glasses of whiskey sat on the table. He Qing picked up one and took a sip, "Miss Yin, you seem to...like He Chen a lot?" This update is available on NovєlFіre.net Yin Mo, looking as if she hadn’t seen much of the world, glanced around before meeting He Qing’s gaze, calmly asking, "What’s it to you?" He Qing chuckled, swirling his glass, "Though it doesn’t concern me, but... since you’re a friend of Li Qiao, there’s something I think you should be informed about." "If it’s not about him, I don’t want to know." He Qing squinted at Yin Mo, a trace of disdain and contempt flickering in his eyes, thinking she’s yet another hopeless romantic. He lowered his eyes to hide the reflection, savoring the fragrant wine, a menacing smile on his face, "It’s definitely related, otherwise, why would I go through the trouble of inviting you over." Yin Mo folded her hands on her knees, nodding nonchalantly, "Go ahead then." This demeanor and attitude further confirmed He Qing’s suspicions. It seemed that smart and courageous Li Qiao didn’t have the best judgment in making friends. He Qing gathered a few emotions, then gestured towards the woman outside the curtains with his mouth, "Do you know who she is?" Yin Mo remained silent, glancing sideways at He Qing as if her eyes were saying, ’What nonsense are you talking?’ He Qing wasn’t annoyed, his tone low and drawn-out as he stated, "If He Chen came from a proper background and wasn’t unscrupulous, she would probably call him, brother-in-law." It took Yin Mo three seconds to figure out who the woman was. She knitted her brows, straightforwardly saying, "Next time you can just say her name directly." He Qing was choked by her words, pursing his lips with some impatience, "Miss Yin, if I said it outright, are you sure you could handle it?" "How will you know if I can’t handle it if you don’t say it?" Yin Mo had no fondness for He Qing and spoke with unapologetic bluntness. He Qing’s patience had run out, a hint of pity appearing in his narrow eyes, "Miss Yin, it seems you’ve been thoroughly poisoned by that philanderer’s bastard." "Bastard?" Yin Mo echoed, her eyes flickering with slight surprise. He Qing pressed his thin lips, conveniently taking a black folder from beside his leg and handing it over, "Anyway, I advise you to plan ahead." Yin Mo hesitated for a second, looking at He Qing’s intriguing expression, she slowly opened the folder. At the same time, He Chen also walked alone into the underground bar. The bodyguard reported it to He Qing immediately, who then smirked coldly, looking directly beyond the curtains, speaking slowly, "Miss Yin, if I were you, I’d definitely rush out and slap him." Yin Mo looked up, following He Qing’s gaze, just in time to catch the woman lifting her skirt and dashing towards He Chen, adeptly wrapping her arms around his neck. If she hadn’t misheard, amid the noisy sound waves, the woman shrieked in a sharp voice, "Brother-in-law..."