Bai Yixuan saw the undeniable disappointment in her expression, and his heart clenched with her. He understood the feeling of being filled with hope only for it to be shattered.
Furrowing his brows in thought, he slightly parted his lips, "Xiaxia, you don’t need to be too disappointed. If the bank doesn’t have the information, we can try another approach."
"Another approach?" Ling Chuxia couldn’t help but lift her eyes, her large, distinct black and white eyes looking at Bai Yixuan, filled with longing for hope and yet daring not to hope.
Bai Yixuan felt an increasing sense of heartache. He took a light breath and slowly nodded, "Yes, don’t you still have a letter? We can trace the place it was originally mailed from; there might be clues there."
"The original mailing place?"
Just these few words sent Ling Chuxia tumbling into disappointment. She shook her head, her voice suppressed to a low whisper, "But... there’s no address written on this letter at all."
"Even if no address is written, it doesn’t mean we can’t find out. Xiaxia, leave this matter to me, I’ll do my best to help you find out."
Bai Yixuan smiled, watching as Ling Chuxia’s eyes suddenly widened, he nodded emphatically, "Really." He paused before adding, "It might just take some time."
"It’s okay, no matter how long it takes, I can wait. As long as there’s a sliver of hope, I will keep waiting."
If she still had family, if her family was still out there, she would never give up searching for them in this lifetime, no matter what.
Xiao Zhao walked into the office, his face clearly showing signs of dejection. He approached the desk and spoke in a low voice, "President Shi, I have found the taxi that the Young Madam took that day and contacted the driver. The driver said he took the Young Madam to the station, but when I previously checked the high-speed trains and coaches, I didn’t find any record of the Young Madam buying a ticket under her name. So I think she might have taken a non-scheduled service from the station. Those services have many destinations and stop along the way without any set pattern, so for the time being... we can’t track where the Young Madam went to."
As Xiao Zhao finished speaking, Shi Che’s hand, which was holding a pen, clenched tighter and tighter until the veins on the back of his hand became pronounced. His voice was low and husky, as if it was grinding with gravel, "I understand. You can go out."
Xiao Zhao couldn’t help but glance at him. He saw that Shi Che’s brow was tightly knitted, his dark pupils gradually darkening with extreme pain, and a cold sweat was slowly forming on his forehead. Xiao Zhao knew that President Shi’s headache was flaring up again. Ever since the Young Madam had left, his condition had been occurring more frequently and with greater severity. But lately, apart from visiting the hospital, he spent every day in the company working almost nonstop, as if trying to numb himself with work. If this continued, he might really collapse.
Xiao Zhao couldn’t help but say, "President Shi, you should rest a bit, stop working now. Look at this headache..."
But before he could finish, Shi Che’s cold voice had already come through, "Go out!"
"I told you to go out!"
Xiao Zhao helplessly sighed deeply and left the office with a worried frown.
In the middle of the night, Ling Chuxia suddenly felt a bout of heart palpitations and woke up with a start from her sleep.
She sat on the bed in a daze for quite a while, her consciousness slowly returning. She instinctively brought her hand to her chest; for some reason, her heart was pounding furiously.