Ou Yuze ultimately chose to believe Lin Yebai’s words and left, expressing his deep gratitude to Lin Yebai as he departed.
Lin Yebai smiled warmly. After instructing Xiaojin to escort the guest out, he continued to leisurely brew tea in the backyard.
After Xiaojin returned from seeing off the guest, he couldn’t help but ask, "Sir, aren’t you afraid that he will die at the hands of Ou Mucen?"
Wouldn’t that be even better?
The man enveloped in the light mist watched the water come to a boil and stretched out his hand to pour it into the teacup filled with fresh tea leaves...
"What, you would be pleased if he died at the hands of Ou Mucen?"
"No, no, it’s not that. I’m just concerned... If Aning finds out about this, will she...?"
"She won’t. Of all people, she most wishes for Ou Yuze’s death. Now that we’re using Ou Mucen’s hand to kill him, she will be very happy."
Moreover, most importantly, that man inadvertently learned that the child is his nephew, which is exactly what they had intended to accomplish.
He poured the freshly brewed tea, brought it up to his nose, and took a whiff. A satisfied smile instantly appeared on his face.
Xiaojin, witnessing this, felt an uncontrollable tightness in his heart...
It was a deeply unsettling feeling. Although his master had always been ruthless and skilled in manipulation, he had never before radiated such an eerie and explosive air. It was as if his psyche had twisted, completely diverging from the person he once was.
Xiaojin swallowed hard, and after a long while, he ventured another question, "By the way, about the pair of jade bracelets, Ou Yuze just said they were the burial items of the Han Dynasty royalty. Aren’t they the very items we’ve been looking for?"
"Which is exactly why I can’t let them go!"
He uttered these words indifferently and tilted his head back to drink the aromatic tea.
Indeed, this was an unexpected and pleasant surprise!
Ye Ning eventually went to pick up Xiaobao. On their way, Xiaobao kept asking her, "Mom, where are we going? Aren’t we going home?"
Ye Ning, still somewhat dazed, subconsciously replied, "No, we’re not going home. Your Uncle Ou has invited us to dine out today, as it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Really? That’s wonderful! It means we’ll have delicious food tonight."
The young child, upon hearing this, burst into joyful hops at the back.
Of course, he was happy. Uncle Ou was not just anyone; he was the man his mother liked, and whom he liked as well. On such an important festival as the Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Ou inviting them out to eat was reason enough for his joy.
So when mother and son arrived at the hospital, Xiaobao’s tiny arms and legs carried him quickly toward the elevator.
"Be careful, slow down," Ye Ning called out anxiously from behind.
In just a few minutes, they reached the ward. Upon entering, Xiaobao immediately rushed to the man reclining on the bed, engrossed in work, "Uncle, are you feeling better?"
Ou Mucen was in the midst of handling emails on his laptop. Seeing the round little Baozi approaching, his eyes lit up, and he closed the laptop, "Much better. So, you still care about me, huh?"
"Of course, I have a conscience. How could I not care?"
Ou Mucen’s eyes twitched fiercely before he turned to the woman who had also just entered, "Change him into a new set of clothes. We leave in ten minutes."