Since she had known him, the detective’s phone had been available 24 hours a day; how could it suddenly be out of service?
Could it be on a plane?
As she thought about it, Tang Yuyan’s heart began to feel inexplicably anxious.
By the sickbed, Nangong Mingchuan had been watching her silhouette. Seeing that she finished her call but remained frozen in place, he couldn’t help but get up and walk over.
As he approached, he noticed that his wife’s complexion was off.
Tang Yuyan looked up, glanced at him, and started speaking, worried, "The last time I contacted that private detective, he said he had found out the things from before my amnesia, but ...," she paused, appearing thoughtful.
"But what?" Nangong Mingchuan asked, watching his wife.
"He called me numerous times, I had turned off my phone, and he left me a message saying that the investigation results were delivered to our house and handed to a maid. But when I tried calling back, I just couldn’t get through."
The more she thought about it, the stronger the unease in her heart grew.
Nangong Mingchuan frowned, "He couldn’t really be a fraud, could he?"
He knew that his wife had already transferred the investigative fees to that private detective. Could it be that after receiving the money, the private detective just ran off, and that’s why the calls wouldn’t go through?
These days, it wasn’t rare for people to impersonate private detectives to scam money.
Tang Yuyan took a glance at her husband, then cast her eyes downward, "I don’t think so. I transferred the money to him a long time ago. If he truly wanted to deceive me, he could have just disappeared after I made the payment, but he didn’t."
Looking up at Nangong Mingchuan, Tang Yuyan’s eyes firmly believed that the private detective wouldn’t deceive her.
Nangong Mingchuan also frowned, thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe he’s playing the long game to scam more money from you later?"
"That’s even less likely because he didn’t ask me for money again after that."
Hearing this, Nangong Mingchuan also seemed confused.
"Didn’t you say that the investigation results have already been delivered to our house? Why don’t you go back and check it out first? I will stay here with Xixi," he suggested.
Glancing at her husband, Tang Yuyan indeed wanted to rush back to see the investigation results.
"Go ahead, it might be best to bring them here to the hospital because I also want to know where you disappeared to during those years," he said.
Turning around, she walked to the sickbed and handed her phone to her son, Nangong Xi, "Xixi, you call Sister Qiangwei yourself, I need to go home for a bit."
Nangong Xi frowned delicately, "Didn’t you just go back? Are you going back again?"
"Yes, Mommy has an urgent matter; I’ll return quickly after picking up something."
"Okay then!" Even though his little face was covered with disappointment, Nangong Xi obediently nodded.
After all, he was going to have a long phone call with Sister Qiangwei later.
After comforting her son, Tang Yuyan then turned and left the hospital.
After taking care of Axiu’s affairs, Nangong He got home at 8:10 PM.
This year’s New Year’s Eve dinner evoked mixed feelings in him, with too many things happening.
Sitting on the sofa, he decided not to go upstairs, instead opting to start dining immediately.
"The young miss is upstairs."
"Call her down for dinner," he said.
This year’s New Year’s Eve dinner was just for him and his granddaughter.
Telling the servant, Nangong He got up and walked into the dining hall.
On the second floor, as the maid was just about to knock on Nangong Feifei’s door, she smelled a strange odor emanating from inside.