The Time-Limited Love and Marriage
Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 232

Fu Youhan was well aware of Si Lin’s unruly behavior and thus did not continue to pursue the matter.

He personally led people to search through the back street, house by house, but still could not find any trace of Dead Ghost and the others.

Until three o’clock in the morning, there was still no result.

Chi Jing couldn’t help but mutter, "Could it be that these three people have the ability to fly or burrow into the ground?"

"It’s impossible for them to burrow, it must be an inside job," Fu Youhan said.

"Then who is helping them? The only one who left the back street was Young Master Si’s car."

Chi Jing’s words caused Fu Youhan’s dark pupils to narrow slightly...

At this moment, Old Master Fu’s call came in again.

"Where are you? I’ve tried calling you several times, why didn’t you answer?"

Fu Youhan lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags before responding with amused interest: "I’m at Night Color, the music was too loud, I didn’t hear it! What’s up?"

Upon hearing "Night Color," Old Master Fu’s anger flared up.

"What’s up? I asked you to attend Wangning’s welcome party, and in the middle of it, you ran off to a place like Night Color, you ask me what’s up?"

"There are so many people at the banquet, one less of me makes no difference, one more of me doesn’t add anything," Fu Youhan remained unmoved.

"How long do you intend to wallow in self-degradation? Wangning said she can cure your leg, it’s not like there’s no hope!" Old Master Fu scolded coldly.

"If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up." Just as before, every time the treatment of his leg was mentioned, Fu Youhan would choose to avoid the topic.

But just as Fu Youhan was about to hang up, Old Master Fu suddenly spoke again, "Wait! Donald is dead."

"Oh," Fu Youhan’s reaction was quite calm.

Old Master Fu tentatively asked, "Did you know something had happened to him?"

Because upon learning of Donald’s death, Old Master Fu went to check and just below the window of the room where Donald’s incident occurred, he saw a figure very similar to Fu Youhan’s moving about.

However, because the back street was full of bars, the lighting was poor, so Old Master Fu wasn’t sure it was Fu Youhan.

Once the seed of suspicion is planted, it made it difficult for Old Master Fu to sleep.

He even constantly wondered if Fu Youhan, whose legs were fine but pretended to be confined to a wheelchair in despair, was doing so because he knew everything and was waiting for an opportunity for revenge?

Until this moment, Old Master Fu’s heart was still hanging.

But Fu Youhan as if unaware of his concerns, said indifferently:

"Most of Donald’s goods were obtained through robbery, it was only a matter of time before something happened to him. It’s already surprising he lived until today."

Hearing Fu Youhan’s response, Old Master Fu was still pondering the possibility of Fu Youhan playing possum.

But Fu Youhan seemed to be growing impatient: "If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to drinking!"

Old Master Fu’s tone immediately turned into one of frustrated disappointment, "All you know is drinking every day? Ruining your body like this, you’ll regret it when you’re old."

Fu Youhan responded perfunctorily a few more times, then hung up the phone.

However, after hanging up, his mood was still particularly irritable.

Even after chain-smoking several cigarettes in the cold wind, he still couldn’t ease the inner agitation.

So, he left the scene to Chi Jing to handle and drove back to Tianqin Bay on his own.

At this time, Jiang Moxi should have already gone to bed.

But for some reason, Fu Youhan just felt like returning to her place.

Even if he couldn’t do something interesting with her, just being closer to her seemed to clear out all the restlessness in his heart.

What Fu Youhan didn’t expect, however, was the moment he cautiously pushed open Jiang Moxi’s room door, he discovered that her bed was empty.

Fu Youhan hurriedly turned on the light inside the room, only to see the bedding on the bed neatly arranged.

At that moment, Fu Youhan’s eyes, sharper than a hawk’s, flickered uncertainly...

*

It was past four in the morning when Jiang Moxi returned to Tianqin Bay; there was not a single light on in the house.

In fact, before she came back, she had made a point to find out that Fu Youhan’s people were still searching door to door in the back street.

She thought that Fu Youhan should still be on the back street.

But the instant she opened the door and saw the empty house, her mood inexplicably plummeted to rock bottom.

That hollow feeling made her feel like a drowning person, sinking bit by bit, unable to find any salvation.

Jiang Moxi leaned against the door, weakly wanting to close her eyes.

But just then, a stern male voice suddenly rang out.

"It’s past four o’clock! Only now do you know to come home?"

Jiang Moxi was shocked into standing up straight, quickly turning on the lights in the house.

The electric light illuminated everything in the room, including the man currently lounging in a recliner.

The man sat there lazily, his expression distant, still wearing a black shirt and black pants.

This black was indeed very easy to blend into the darkness, easily deceiving ordinary people, but not Jiang Moxi.

Because Jiang Moxi had undergone special training and could sense the presence of others in the same space.

But just now, she clearly hadn’t sensed anyone else’s presence in this house.

What in the world was going on?

Could it be that after living comfortably for so long, she had degenerated even this most basic survival skill?

Or did Fu Youhan also receive similar skill training?

But at that moment, Fu Youhan got up and walked towards Jiang Moxi, temporarily preventing her from contemplating further.

Because the moment he approached, Fu Youhan directly pinched her delicate chin...

"Where have you been? Why are you only coming back so late?"

Fu Youhan looked down at Jiang Moxi from a height, his impeccable handsome face showing no particular expression, but the black eyes staring at her were fierce and ruthless.

Jiang Moxi had an intuition that Fu Youhan seemed to connect her with the person who killed Donald today.

But she thought that she, Cui Ming, and Jing Yan had not left any evidence at the crime scene; as long as she didn’t confess, no one could do anything to her.

So she immediately brushed off the hand Fu Youhan had on her chin and turned towards her room.

"I went to the hospital for emergency treatment, don’t talk to me with that interrogating tone."

Fu Youhan quickly followed her and pulled Jiang Moxi back to him: "Emergency treatment? What’s uncomfortable?"

His dark eyes scanned Jiang Moxi from head to toe, the concern in his eyes becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

"Dysmenorrhea, almost lost half my life."

Jiang Moxi finished speaking and tried to break free from Fu Youhan to return to her room.

But this time, the man didn’t let go; instead, he held onto her waist tighter, his gaze locked on her.

"You should have called me when you were in pain! You shouldn’t run to the hospital on your own in the middle of the night..."

No wonder he felt that her complexion was too pale when he first saw her.

Fu Youhan even thought for a moment that she was pale because she panicked upon discovering her secret.

Yes, through that broken window today, the moment Fu Youhan and Dead Ghost’s eyes met, he always felt that the half-face of Dead Ghost that wasn’t covered by the silver hair looked a lot like Jiang Moxi...