Looking at that document bag, it was clear someone was searching for information on Gu Qiangwei. Why did Tang Yuyan want someone to investigate her?
In her mind, the memory of Tang Yuyan making a phone call, as well as the conversation between Tang Yuyan and a mysterious person in the hospital stairwell, suddenly flashed by.
If she remembered correctly, Tang Xinruo should be Gu Qiangwei’s mother...
Then why, that day in the hospital, did Tang Yuyan say the words, ’Tang Xinruo and Tang Yuyan, whether they are the same person’?
As if suddenly realizing something, Nangong Feifei’s complexion underwent a drastic change, her eyes grew cold, and she watched intently as the maid delivered items inside and then came out, carefully closing the door behind her.
Coming out and seeing her still standing there, the maid trembled with fright and quickly bent down, trembling with fear.
Nangong Feifei glanced at her and said nothing. Normally, if the maid had bumped into her, she would have flown into a rage!
Today, however, she remained silent and did not blame her, which made the maid somewhat puzzled.
The next moment, Nangong Feifei turned coldly and walked downstairs.
Afterward, the maid also descended the stairs.
Today was New Year’s Eve, yet the entire Nangong Villa was cold and quiet, lacking the usual festivity and cheerfulness.
"Miss, lunch is ready,"
a servant came out and said to Nangong Feifei, who was sitting on the sofa.
Without turning her head, Nangong Feifei stood up and walked directly to the dining room.
In front of the large dining table, she was alone. Despite the table being full of delicacies, she found the food tasteless.
Today was New Year’s Eve, but she was the only one at home.
Whether it was her father or grandfather, in their eyes, in their hearts, was there only Nangong Xi?
The more she thought, the less she could accept it. Clenching the chopsticks tightly in her hand, she almost wished she could twist them apart in frustration!
The servants stood by, not daring to make a sound, only lowering their heads and standing silently to one side.
Looking at the table full of dishes, Nangong Feifei suddenly put down her chopsticks with a ’snap’, stood up from the table and said in a deep voice,
She immediately turned and strode out of the dining room, heading straight upstairs.
Perhaps due to her bad mood, when she reached the stairs, she stopped, turned her back, and said solemnly, "I’m going to rest, and no one is to disturb me except for grandfather’s return!"
the servants bowed and nodded in unison.
On her way to the second floor, Nangong Feifei walked straight to her own room, but as she passed by Tang Yuyan’s room, she suddenly halted, turned her head, and stared intently at the white wooden door.
In her mind, the image of the maid bringing in the file resurfaced.
After staring at that door for a long time, ultimately, Nangong Feifei couldn’t control her curiosity and pushed the door open to enter.
She wanted to know, what exactly was inside that document bag.
Walking in, her frosty gaze swept over the entire bedroom, but she did not see the document bag the maid had brought in.
She slightly furrowed her brow, then approached the bed.
She had clearly seen it being brought in, so where had it gone?
She looked around the room and, still not finding the file bag, began to search.
She searched through the drawers of the bedside table and the dressing table, but didn’t find the grey-yellow document bag.
Standing still, Nangong Feifei frowned. That maid had always been close to Tang Yuyan; had she hidden it?
But after all the hiding, it was still just this room.
Her gaze shifted, and she walked to the drawers beneath the wardrobe, searched through them, and still found nothing.
With a frown, Nangong Feifei ultimately had to give up.