Ye Cheng and Xi Nanfeng had already become restless upon hearing about Ji Wei’s disappearance; the two simultaneously stepped out of the private room.
Seeing the obvious trace of anxiety behind the cold composure on Gu Moqian’s face, Xi Nanfeng quickly caught up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Old Mo, we’ll help you search for her."
Gu Moqian lifted his eyes to glance at the two. "Do either of you know where Zimei’s boss is?"
"I’ll take you there."
Ye Cheng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
Gu Moqian looked at him with slight surprise before silently nodding.
Zimei’s boss wasn’t at the Zimei Club but instead in a highly concealed Halfway to Mountain Villa in Rongcheng.
The three got out of the car, and as Xi Nanfeng gazed at the European-style villa cloaked under the night shadows and tree silhouettes, he remarked in surprise, "Old Ye, how do you know Zimei’s boss lives here?"
Ye Cheng’s expression shifted subtly, but he didn’t respond.
Gu Moqian didn’t want to waste even a second; he walked straight toward the villa.
Almost as if they had been expected, the villa’s housekeeper stood respectfully waiting at the entrance of the living room.
"Mr. Gu, please follow me. As for the other two, please rest briefly in the living room," the housekeeper, dressed impeccably in a black tailcoat and gold-rimmed glasses, said courteously.
"Why can’t we meet Zimei’s boss as well?" Xi Nanfeng asked indignantly.
"That’s the boss’s directive. Your understanding is appreciated," the housekeeper explained.
Xi Nanfeng scoffed, his entire face spelling out irritation.
Were this any other occasion, he would’ve overturned the place already. But for now, under someone else’s roof, he had no choice but to comply.
The housekeeper led Gu Moqian to the study door and gestured for him to enter.
Without hesitation, Gu Moqian pushed the door open.
Sitting in a swivel chair in the study was a seductive woman clad in a qipao.
Her pale, tender legs were elegantly crossed, and between her fingers rested a slim cigarette. Her alluring red lips parted slightly, releasing circle after circle of smoke. Laziness graced her posture, mingling seamlessly with elegance.
As soon as he stepped into the study, the dense smell of smoke swept over Gu Moqian, making him involuntarily wrinkle his brows.
He held back his irritation and continued stepping forward.
The woman raised her enchanting eyes to scrutinize him, her voice dripping with languid charm, "I didn’t expect Rongcheng’s most distinguished man to personally come knocking. Tell me, Mr. Gu, what brings you here?"
As the words fell, the woman rose gracefully from her chair, her slender heels clacking against the floor as she approached Gu Moqian.
The qipao outlined her fiery figure, and every step she took seemed an embodiment of seduction.
"Don’t play games with me," Gu Moqian snorted coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, "Where is Ji Wei?"
"Mr. Gu, don’t be so serious." The woman’s crimson lips parted slightly, and her slender hand naturally reached toward Gu Moqian’s chest, brushing lightly against the slightly open collar of his shirt.
"Zimei has long heard of Mr. Gu’s reputation. But to meet you this close—well, it’s a first. I must admit, I’m quite... taken with you."
Her captivating eyes shimmered like silk, her entire being radiating enchanting allure, reminiscent of a thousand-year-old fox spirit.
Gu Moqian gazed at her impassively, raising his hand to remove hers without a trace of politeness. "If Boss Zi doesn’t wish to speak, then Moqian won’t trouble you further."
Gu Moqian spoke indifferently before turning to leave.
Zimei quickly stepped forward, blocking his path.
She stretched out her arms, once again trying to hook them around his neck, only for him to seize her wrist firmly and fling her away!
The woman let out a tender cry of pain, "Mr. Gu, you’ve hurt me!"
Gu Moqian’s eyes narrowed slightly, cold and full of danger, as he stared at her.
Zimei’s enticing eyes beseechingly locked onto his, her crimson lips opening slightly, "I can tell Mr. Gu what he wants to know. But it’s not for free—you must offer me something in return, don’t you think?"