Getting into the chauffeur-driven car, Ouyang Hao turned his gaze to the woman beside him and said with a half-smile, "Lin Yixun, you’ve really opened my eyes today."
Ouyang Hao had to reassess the woman beside him. Sometimes, she was timid and numb, enduring his bullying with silent acceptance.
But other times, she was like a hedgehog, untouchable. Take tonight, for example; she even dared to provoke Leng Yixiu. Did she not know that Leng Yixiu could easily make her disappear with just a flick of his finger?
Ouyang Hao was somewhat curious about the relationship between Lin Yixun, Leng Yixiu, and Cheng Ying, but since there were others in the car, he didn’t ask.
He thought that even if he did ask, he wouldn’t get an answer. This blockhead was so stubborn that if she didn’t want to talk, even prying her mouth open wouldn’t work.
Seeing Lin Yixun holding herself tightly, her lips turning purplish, Ouyang Hao said to the driver in the front row, "Turn on the heat."
The driver was a bit surprised. Although it was already early autumn, turning on the heat was still unnecessary.
The car gradually warmed up, and some color returned to Lin Yixun’s face. She turned to Ouyang Hao and smiled faintly, "Thank you, Mr. Ouyang."
Ouyang Hao glanced at her sideways and awkwardly turned his head, "I just can’t stand your corpse-like face, looking as pale as a ghost. It’s really an eyesore."
Lin Yixun smiled helplessly. This guy’s mouth was still as sharp as ever, never missing an opportunity to mock her.
"Where do you live?" the man asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Ouyang, my home is quite far; it’s not on your way. Just drop me off at the nearest bus stop."
"Do you plan on taking the bus looking ?"
Through the car window, Lin Yixun barely made out her own appearance. Her soaked clothes were clinging to her, her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was a mess. She did look somewhat like a female ghost, as Ouyang Hao had said.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her lip before finally reporting her address.
An hour later, the chauffeur-driven car came to a steady stop at the entrance of Lin Yixun’s apartment complex. She thanked everyone and hurriedly got out, walking step by step into the hazy night, eventually blending into it.
Ouyang Hao rolled down the car window and let his gaze linger on the dilapidated buildings in the complex for a few seconds, frowning.
This was the most remote slum in A City. Clearly, Lin Yixun wasn’t living well. But wasn’t he paying her a decent salary? What was she doing with the money?
Back at the apartment, Ouyang Hao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed Mu Chen’s number. The phone rang several times before it was answered, and soon a somewhat annoyed male voice sounded.
"I say, Second Young Master Ouyang, can’t you let a guy have a good night’s sleep?"
"Did I interrupt your fun?" Ouyang Hao said, hitting the nail on the head.
"Damn right, I was in the middle of something." Warm and fragrant company in his arms, and just halfway through, he was interrupted. Anyone would be pissed. "Alright, alright, what’s up? Speak quickly or forever hold your peace!"
"Help me investigate someone."
Looking out at the myriad lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Ouyang Hao’s eyes flashed with countless emotions but he said in a deep voice the next moment, "Never mind, don’t investigate. That’s all, nothing else, bye."
What did Lin Yixun’s situation have to do with him!
"Damn it! Are you messing with me?" Mu Chen stared at the phone that had been hung up, fuming. "Has this guy taken a blow to the head? Getting more and more irrational! Next time he calls me, I’m never picking up again, hmph!"