He Chen squinted his eyes instantly, "Stop investigating?" This woman had been tracking his movements? Yin Mo’s expression slightly tensed, somewhat annoyed, she frowned and tried to cover up, "No, what I mean is... sigh..." Before she finished, He Chen pounced on her like a tiger hunting its prey, pinning her beneath him, "Captain Yin, think it through before you make up a story." Yin Mo was held against the bed, her dark hair spread out, her eyebrows raised playfully, creating a scene that was enough to make one’s blood boil. He Chen cleared his throat, looking down at the woman in his arms, "Take your time, I’m not in a rush." "Can you move up a bit..." Yin Mo pushed at his shoulders, her voice soft. Their posture was full of suggestive teasing, the man’s muscles pressed against her through thin fabric, warmth constantly emanating, and it seemed like both of their body temperatures were rising. He Chen wrapped an arm around Yin Mo, without crossing any lines, upright in a way that was unlike him. Yet, it was the woman in his arms who shifted uncomfortably, causing He Chen to grip her waist tightly, warning fiercely, "Darling, do you take me for Liu Xia Hui or a gentleman? Try moving again." Yin Mo went quiet, but her face turned increasingly red, "You’re pressing on me..." He Chen looked down, and his breath instantly grew heavy. He gritted his teeth and pulled the blanket over Yin Mo, while the scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind. He Chen got off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Yin Mo turned her head, adding fuel to the fire, and asked, "Where are you going?" He Chen pushed open the bathroom door, closed his eyes for a moment, then turned back to glare at Yin Mo, "If you dare wear a camisole nightgown again, I’ll kill you." Wearing a camisole nightgown was one thing, but it was also made of loose silk fabric; those curves, that softness... Damn it, it’s so hard it hurts! Yin Mo pulled up the blanket to cover half of her face, but the corners of her mouth curled up lightly, "You really don’t have to..." She was willing, had been for a long time. He Chen’s back tensed up, almost unable to suppress the urge to turn back. But reason prevailed in the end, he turned his back to Yin Mo and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Just think of it as me keeping my chastity for you." The bathroom door opened and closed, and Yin Mo listened to the sound of water coming from inside, staring at the ceiling, she laughed. The next day, He Chen was out the door by seven in the morning, Yin Mo was still asleep. She had lost sleep over He Chen’s words last night and didn’t fall asleep until past three in the middle of the night. At eight-thirty, Yin Mo woke up, not seeing the man’s figure, just as she was about to reach for her phone to call him, she unexpectedly found a note on the bedside table. ——Darling, come find me at the General Police after breakfast. Yin Mo looked at the flamboyant handwriting and a shallow smile appeared on her face. Before nine-thirty, Yin Mo arrived at the headquarters. Just as she entered the main hall, a few people approached, Yin Mo took a closer look and saw Feng Yi and Margaret. The source of thɪs content is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 He Chen was two steps behind them, tucking a document under his arm, seemingly on the phone. Feng Yi’s expression was quite interesting when he saw Yin Mo, but it quickly faded. Margaret waved enthusiastically and greeted her, but as she took a couple of steps forward, Feng Yi pulled her back, "Mistaken identity." "Huh?" Margaret paused, scrutinized Yin Mo again, and asked Feng Yi, "What are you looking at? She is..." Feng Yi wrapped his arm around Margaret’s slim waist and whispered something in her ear, causing her to smile broadly as she hugged his arm, "Why are you so improper, so naughty." "But do you like it?" Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, the two flirting with no regard for others. Margaret covered her mouth and laughed softly, fluent Mandarin escaping her lips, "I like it, I really like it." At this moment, He Chen finished his call and noticed Yin Mo’s presence, he stepped forward, overhearing Feng Yi and Margaret’s dialogue. He gave them a look of helpless amusement, as if saying ’what kind of idiots are these two.’ Before long, they parted ways at the headquarters’ entrance. Feng Yi didn’t linger, after saying their goodbyes, he and Margaret headed to the parking lot. Yin Mo looked around for a few moments, "They really seem to match." A noble prince, a royal princess, so beautiful and dreamy. He Chen opened the car door with one hand and leaned on the roof with the other, smiling teasingly, "Captain Yin, do you think we don’t match?" Yin Mo redirected her gaze, biting her lip shyly, "Qiaoqiao said, we match well." Again, it’s Qiaoqiao said. He Chen took a breath, furrowing his brows with mock anger, "Darling, is Li Qiao more important or am I more important?" This woman going on and on about Qiaoqiao said, it’s like a mind control cult with Li Qiao as the cult leader! Yin Mo bent down and got into the car, answering without a moment’s thought, "Of course it’s Qiaoqiao." With a "bang", He Chen slammed the car door shut behind her. Three seconds later, the man got in from the other side, his handsome face giving away nothing, but he wore a cold smile that was endlessly intriguing, "Yin Mo, it’s a pity you’re not marrying Li Qiao." Yin Mo blinked, a rare glint of mischief in her eyes, "Are you jealous of Qiaoqiao?" She felt He Chen’s current behavior was indeed jealous. The man tugged at his shirt collar, chuckling dismissively, "Would I need to be?" Yin Mo agreed, "Qiaoqiao treats me very well, she’s loyal, smart, and back in the day..." The next five minutes consisted of Yin Mo praising Li Qiao. He Chen listened expressionlessly, his chest feeling stuffed with cotton, as if he were having a heart attack. Finally, he had enough, grabbing Yin Mo’s face and silencing her with a kiss, ending by biting her lower lip as punishment, "Captain Yin, you sure have a way with words." This woman praised Li Qiao, with thoughtful word choice, not repeating herself for five minutes. Thinking back, how had she praised him? Good body, good looks, good taste? Exaggerated and damn shallow. He Chen sucked her lips with frustration, his anger rising. Little did He Chen know, that soon after when he took Yin Mo back to South Sea, this woman would visit the Mansion often, constantly warming up to Li Qiao, calling him this and that, much like a heartless flirt playing him for a fool. At one in the afternoon, He Chen and Yin Mo boarded a private plane back. They arrived in Parma at dusk, and within minutes, both received messages from their subordinates. Rong Manli had left the house. At this moment, He Chen and Yin Mo both held their phones, simultaneously asking, "Where did she go?" On the other end, two subordinates disguised as scavengers crouched beside a garbage bin not far from the Ming family’s old house, exchanged glances awkwardly, before reporting in unison — "Second Miss, it seems she’s gone to Nia State." "Brother Chen, it’s the neighboring Nia State."