Chapter 506: Chapter 503
Li Tingze’s chest rose and fell repeatedly, and only when he heard this did he gradually begin to relax.
As long as it wasn’t that Lu Xiao, everything was negotiable.
However, something seemed to strike him, and he suddenly asked another question, “What about Wen Xian, is she in Shanghai?”
As for the task of searching for the USB drive, he knew the plan had failed, and his men had been caught by the police for attempted theft.
There really were no other words to describe them but useless.
The assistant hesitated before replying, “Her home is covered by curtains, so it’s unclear where she is, but according to our surveillance, she hasn’t left her residence in Shanghai.”
At those words, Li Tingze slightly narrowed his eyes.
Finally, he slowly said, “Search Kekexili for me, send several more drones, I need to know if she’s there.”
If she was there, then there was a very good chance that… Lu Xiao would be there too!
When Lu Xiao returned, it was night again.
But this time, when he came back, there was a traditional Tibetan Ghost Face Mask on the passenger seat.
Today, Wen Xian felt particularly restless at heart.
When she opened her eyes in the morning, she found that Lu Xiao’s figure was no longer there, and the bed beside her was cold—so cold that she doubted when he had left.
After all, it was just barely dawn when she opened her eyes.
Today, while cooking, she got distracted and accidentally cut her finger, but fortunately, Lu Xiao always kept a first-aid kit handy.
Wen Xian had made soup and cooked several dishes, all waiting in the kitchen pots for him to return.
Every now and then, she checked her phone to see when he would reply to her messages, but as she sat alone on the sofa waiting, she gradually fell asleep.
She had risen early in the morning, and weariness overcame her.
When Lu Xiao returned, this was the scene he saw.
On the table beside the little cabin’s sofa, a soft desk lamp glowed.
An old movie played quietly on the television, and there she was, dressed in a loose sweater and sleep pants, curled up asleep on the sofa, still in a sitting posture.
She was still holding a mobile phone in her hand.
Lu Xiao lightened his steps, then slowly walked towards her.
Outside the little cabin, the weather was stormy and cold.
Inside the cabin, however, it was as if all was shielded by a safe barrier; seeing her, his tension seemed to ease somewhat.
Lu Xiao saw the phone in her hand light up, as if a message from someone else had arrived, but when he looked down, all he saw was their chat conversation on her phone.
The message she sent was still awaiting his reply.
Wen Xian faintly sensed a familiar presence, but she seemed to be dreaming, and something unpleasant must have been happening in the dream because she furrowed her brows, murmuring something between her lips until she suddenly shouted, “Lu Xiao…!”
And when she opened her eyes, what she saw was not something else but a black handgun on the wooden coffee table in front of her.
Her heart gave a slight jolt.
Then, Lu Xiao appeared before her, holding a blanket, and said, “I’m here, what’s wrong? Having a nightmare?”
As he covered her with the blanket, his hand also touched her forehead to check if she felt unwell.
And when Wen Xian saw Lu Xiao’s figure—