But what he didn’t know was that Ye Ning, who had just hung up the phone, had taken the laptop and headed straight out of the villa here, going in the direction of the Orchid Garden.
It turns out that within Blue Mountain Villa, besides the main hall and the large garden, there are four separate small gardens where the hosts live, named after plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo.
"Plum" is the very villa Ye Ning just came from, where the eldest daughter of the Ou Family lived before she left home.
"Bamboo", of course, belongs to the old master, who has always loved bamboo; the small courtyard is full of the swaying shadows of bamboo.
As for "Orchid" and "Chrysanthemum"!
Well, needless to say, within the entire Blue Mountain Villa, "Orchid" has the best scenery, the largest area, and the most luxurious villa. Naturally, it had to be given to the old master’s youngest son, who was so cherished that he was nearly spoiled rotten—that was his darling boy.
For this reason, Muyuan, the second son who had already started his own family and whose son had reached adulthood, hated his younger brother even more.
Why should Ou Mucen, by himself, live in such a large garden and house, while his family of three had to squeeze into Chrysanthemum Garden?
Ye Ning arrived following a familiar path, her mind already somewhat in disarray out of concern for her son, not once recalling her new identity, not remembering she should not be familiar with this place.
Coming all the way here, she saw the tranquil and graceful garden ahead, bathed in the night, and naturally quickened her pace until she stood before it.
She quickly typed in the password for the intricately carved gate of the garden and entered with the laptop in hand.
There were many rules in Orchid Garden, as the person living there had a mania for cleanliness. Upon entering, one must not only remove their shoes and wear the special shoe covers provided but also pass through a disinfection booth to sanitize before entering.
This insane second-generation heir!
While disinfecting, Ye Ning hadn’t come to her senses and was in her mind cursing the craziness of the heir while also thinking about how to find her son.
After disinfection, she finally entered and saw no one in the hall, so she went upstairs out of habit.
"Young Master, are you upstairs?" she called out while looking at the grey and white door on the second floor.
No one answered. The half-open room, from which only soft music could be heard, offered no response to her calls.
With the music playing, it seemed he must be inside.
Hearing this, she hastened her pace, climbing the stairs with the laptop.
Reaching the room’s door, she pushed it open. Indeed, in the astoundingly spacious room where all the lights were on, there was a CD player smoothly emitting music that was comfortable and soothing...
Are you going to Scarborough Market?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
It was actually Sarah Brightman’s "Scarborough Fair"!
Ye Ning couldn’t help but stand there mesmerized by the music...
It was just at this moment that, in the room, the bathroom door, unnoticed until now for its lack of movement, suddenly had a cessation of water sounds, and not long after, the door was unlocked and opened from the inside.
The man who walked out, his hair still dripping, stood there as the drops fell along his narrow eyes and brows, twisted by his collarbones, and unwillingly slid down. It was a dangerously seductive charm that suffocated the soul.