Upon hearing the voice, Fourth Great-Uncle was visibly startled for a moment, "Patriarch Shang, then you..." Shang Zonghai turned and put down the fish food tray, casually lifting his gaze, "Do you want me to give you a response now?" Fourth Great-Uncle hurriedly chuckled, "I don’t dare, I don’t dare, please let Patriarch Shang consider carefully, we... can wait." "Wei Ang, see the guest out." Fourth Great-Uncle awkwardly stood up, "Patriarch Shang, then I won’t disturb you any longer." Although he didn’t receive Shang Zonghai’s nod, Fourth Great-Uncle still felt assured of victory. At least he didn’t refuse. Before long, Wei Ang ordered a servant to see Fourth Great-Uncle out, then returned to the vicinity of Diaoyutai Islands, and heard Shang Zonghai snort coldly, "Where is that brat?" Wei Ang stepped forward, "I hear he’s been staying at the Purple Cloud Mansion lately." Shang Zonghai pressed his thin lips, his expression obviously displeased, "Bullied to such an extent, yet doesn’t even inform the family." "Perhaps..." Wei Ang pondered before saying, "Brother Chen is afraid you’ll have a hard time with the Eldest Young Master, so he didn’t mention it." Shang Zonghai tossed aside the towel in his hand and bluntly instructed, "Investigate and find out what nonsense the He Family has been up to lately." Wei Ang accepted the order, just as he turned to leave, he reported: "By the way, sir, Liuyun sent me a message two hours ago; the Eldest Young Master has already arrived from the South Sea." At nine in the morning, Yin Mo sat in the living room of the Purple Cloud Mansion, a laptop on her legs, her expression unusually serious. "Use a drone to scan the He Family’s old residence from above and share the live footage with me." He Chen had just reached the staircase corner and happened to hear Yin Mo’s words. The tall man descended the steps, watched her work intently, and smiled as he said, "Honey, are you so busy?" Yin Mo pressed her earphone and side-eyed without answering, instead asking, "When are you planning to go to the He Family?" "No rush." He Chen sat beside her, his straight legs resting on the edge of the coffee table, "The dog hasn’t jumped over the wall yet, let’s wait a bit." Yin Mo processed for a few seconds, oh, he wants to wait until desperation drives action. She turned the laptop screen, pointing at the automatically generated aerial view of the old residence, "This is the layout of the He Family courtyard, should be useful to you." He Chen lazily scanned it, and his gaze stalled at the corner of the western wall. Though silent, he instinctively used the touchpad to enlarge the image, what was once a storage room had now turned into servant quarters. He Chen scoffed, picking up a cigarette box, "Useful, very useful." Yin Mo pursed her lips, zooming the image back to normal size, hesitantly said, "The rumors in Parma... have you heard them?" "Yes, all of Parma is calling me a heartless bastard, hard not to hear." He Chen’s tone was full of ridicule and self-mockery; originally, his name was a taboo within the He Family, and wasn’t much known. Nowadays, due to certain individuals spreading word, He Chen had almost become synonymous with heinous crimes. Yin Mo retorted coldly, dissatisfied, "You’re not." "Doesn’t matter." He Chen tossed his head back and blew out a stream of smoke, indifferent as he raised his brows, "Let them talk." Yin Mo was a bit angry, not at He Chen, but surprised at the despicable and disgusting nature of the He Family. At this moment, the incoming call notification sounded through her earphone, thinking it was Ah Chang, she pressed the answer button without hesitation, "Still haven’t found the first person spreading rumors?" From the earphone, Li Qiao’s mild voice echoed, "What rumor?" "Qiaoqiao?" Yin Mo froze on the keyboard, visibly brightening her otherwise serene gaze, "How come you have the time to call me?" Beside her, He Chen cast a sidelong glance, Li Qiao just made a call, does she have to be this happy? Yin Mo set aside the laptop, stood up, and walked to the glass window, conversing cheerfully with Li Qiao. He Chen leaned against the handrail, glumly glaring at her back, uncertain about what the two women were discussing, Yin Mo smiled occasionally and continuously tapped her toe against the ground. These subconscious actions vividly showcased her joy and happiness. He Chen licked his back teeth, feeling somewhat irrationally jealous. Why isn’t she this happy around him? He Chen narrowed his cold eyes threateningly, pressing the cigarette butt harshly into the ashtray, then strode over. At this moment, Yin Mo’s full attention was on Li Qiao, listening to her gentle voice, which seemed capable of soothing all the restless emotions within her. Then, a warmth suddenly pressed against her back. Yin Mo was just about to turn around when the man behind her cunningly pinned her against the rail. Friction not only generates heat but creates intimacy. For instance, Yin Mo could clearly feel the subtle friction from He Chen. But besides twisting her waist to struggle, she didn’t dare make any noise. After all, the call was still connected. Soon, He Chen cupped Yin Mo’s face, seeing her cheeks flush, yet she remained silent and firm, wickedly pecked at her lips. But the heat from his palm grew increasingly unchecked. Yin Mo had no choice but to cover her earphone, quietly warning him, "Stop fooling around." He Chen ignored and, while continuing to fondle, earnestly replied, "Carry on." How could she carry on? Qiaoqiao’s so smart, if any unusual sounds occurred, she’d definitely notice. At this moment, He Chen’s hand slipped inside her clothing, lowering his head to nibble on the skin at her neck, shamelessly reminding, "Honey, it’s rude to make calls without speaking." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Even though Yin Mo made no sound, Li Qiao still keenly sensed something, "Second Sister, busy?" Yin Mo claimed not busy, yet couldn’t push back He Chen’s intrusion. Li Qiao seemed to chuckle, "Call me after you’re done." Then the call disconnected. Yin Mo sighed in relief, breathing audibly, turned with a frown, before she spoke, the tall man pressed close, "Captain Yin, just a call from Li Qiao makes you smile so broadly, why does that make me so mad?" This remark, Yin Mo couldn’t counter. Isn’t he angry about the wrong thing? He Chen saw her look at him, bewildered, then lightly grazed his teeth against the corner of his lips, "Honey, you owe me." Yin Mo looked dazed, confusedly asking him, "What debt?" "The wager you owe me, pay up now." He Chen wickedly laughed, then in the next moment lifted Yin Mo and returned to the living room in a few steps. Holding Yin Mo in one arm, he gestured toward his belt with the other, "Undo it." Yin Mo glanced at the belt, then back at He Chen, reached out and tugged, the clasp responding with a click. Following that, our Captain Yin didn’t care about He Chen’s expression, dutifully tucked the bottom of his slightly rumpled shirt back into his pants, smoothing the creases around the edges, finally buckled the belt, "All done." He Chen closed his eyes expressionlessly, "..." What the hell is so good!