“Still no news for now.” The man’s voice was thick and heavy. “We’ve investigated all the patients who have been discharged from the mental asylums near the capital recently. We do not find the person you describe.”
“Expand the search.” A flash crossed the girl’s brows. “And… He might have a fat guy following him.”
“A fat guy?” The man smiled sadly, “That is nothing special. There are fat people everywhere.”
“But this fat guy is different.” The girl was reminded of Fatty’s agility, which didn’t match his size. She took a deep breath. “This fat dude is extremely agile. Pay attention to that.”
The man on the other end of the phone was startled. He didn’t get it. How agile could a fat guy be?
The girl hung up. The large bedroom became quiet again. The girl pulled her hair into a simple ponytail and jumped down from the bed. She ignored her slippers and walked to the floor-length window with her bare feet. She pulled back the curtain, and the afternoon sun shone on her face. The girl narrowed her eyes and looked out.
She only had on a thin wine-red slip. Her skin was fair and almost breakable. Her figure was small but fit. She was not afraid of any Peeping Toms because there was only an azure lake before her eyes. A few minutes later, she turned to a spot about two meters to her left. There was a wooden easel there. An animal fur rug was spread on the hardwood floor.
A sketch was placed on the easel. It was the sketch of a young man. The sketch showcased the painter’s exceptional skill. With just a few strokes, the man’s essence was captured. His appearance was flawless, the kind rich women would easily fall for.
The girl leaned against the window and studied the portrait until her gaze turned cold. “Mr. Yi,” A smile lit up her face. “You better hide well.”
People thronged about the market. Fatty carried the basket and looked around. So far, he had sneezed more than twenty times already. When some of the pedestrians saw him, they quickly put on their masks.
‘Is Doctor thinking about me?’ That was what Fatty thought, but he was quickly frightened. ‘Why is he the first person who comes into my mind?’ That idea was too scary. Fatty hugged the basket and hurried. He believed that the static field of the market was bad, and it affected his thoughts.
After walking around, Fatty bought small seafood like shellfish and so on. Then, he bought a fish at the same old stall. This time, the purchase went smoothly. When the boss saw him, he instantly hauled out a dying fish, “Just take this one. Don’t need to wait for it to die. I’ll sell you for the price of a dead fish.”
Fatty was not that shameless. He wanted to reject it. “It’s fine.” He licked his lips. “I can wait.”
“Stop waiting. You’re wasting the fish’s time.” When he spoke, the boss had already packed the fish, placed it on the scale and handed it to Fatty. Then, he sighed, “It is just a fish. It doesn’t deserve the torture.”
“Then… Thank you, boss.”
Fatty carried a basket of vegetables, bags of fish and shellfish, and a bag of chopped ribs. He was on his way back to the office. This was more than enough for a great meal between him and the Doctor.
Fatty spent a long time outside. It was not that the journey was long, but there were too many unreasonable hawkers at the market. Either they didn’t allow for haggling, or they didn’t allow Fatty to pick the ingredients he wanted. There was even one stall that didn’t accept fake money. Fatty carefully put away the fake ten dollars Jiang Cheng gave him just in case it flowed into the market to harm others.
When he took a turn, Fatty realised he was already not far from the office. Before he reached the office, a racecar zoomed past him. Then, it slowly parked in front of the office. Seeing this, Fatty jogged over and shouted at the driver, “This is a private parking lot. Please find another spot to park.”
When Fatty just arrived, this spot was empty too. Even Pi Wan was not allowed to use this parking spot. Every time, he’d ask his secretary to search for the parking lot for a long time. That was the rule.
That was what the Doctor told Fatty. Then again, it was probably the Doctor who set up the rules.
Fatty frowned but the driver didn’t give him face. After the car was parked, the door flew open. Fatty’s pupils shuddered. It was a woman who got out of the car.
She was more than a woman… Fatty searched his mind for vocabulary that could be used to describe her, but he failed.
“The fuck!” Fatty let slip.
The woman wore a light-coloured qipao. The qipao perfectly accentuated her figure. Her hand that carried the car key created a beautiful arc in the air.
Her long hair was pulled into a bun. An exquisite Luo Yun hairpin secured the bun in place. It added to her allure.
Her fragrance drifted about. Fatty felt like he had been transported back to the era of concubines and consorts. He understood why so many kings would surrender their kingdom and power for the smile of a woman.
The woman had on make-up, but there was nothing plebeian about her. Fatty couldn’t image how she’d look when she smiled. She would probably take people’s souls away.
The woman ignored the stunned Fatty and walked up the stairs to the office door. She didn’t knock and walked in naturally like the office was her home.