Given Zhi Chen’s character, even if he wanted to secretly do something alone, he would try his best to keep it hidden from her, and if all else failed, he would at least leave a letter or something similar, rather than disappearing suddenly and silently like now!
Therefore, she guessed that Zhi Chen had left without telling her and without leaving any message because he was confident he had ample time. He had thought he would be able to return, but something unexpected had delayed him, entangled him, causing him to be unable to return and leading to his disappearance this time.
She glanced again at Haoming. Was it out of trust?
Lao Si trusted Sir deeply; he believed that Sir could turn calamity into fortune, no matter the dangers.
But what about herself?
Was it concern, or what?
All she knew was that she felt extremely anxious and restless. She desperately needed to see Zhi Chen, or at the very least, have some clue about him.
No matter what, as long as she could confirm his safety, she would be able to relax a little.
"Let’s go, let’s head back."
Haoming cradled the kittens with both hands, looking down at their meowing before lifting his head to watch his slowly distancing and heavily stepping wife, suddenly feeling subdued.
He slowly lowered his gaze, "Shh."
He signaled to the kitten.
Don’t fuss, don’t annoy, the wife is in a bad mood, you can’t bother her.
In the labyrinthine alleys, because the terrain here was too complicated, Dong Huiying trailed a step behind Haoming. Haoming balanced the kitten on his shoulder, carefully guarding it with one hand to prevent it from falling off.
He led the way, turning left and right, and after a while, at a corner, he was about to stride to the right when he timely withdrew his long leg and turned back to embrace his wife, simultaneously gently covering the kitten’s mouth.
At that moment, he was very vigilant, like a hawk, his dark eyes unusually sharp.
Influenced by him, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively held her breath. The warmth from his body was soothing; he was like a furnace. It was April, and the weather was warming up, but it turned slightly cool after dark. They stood close together, their bodies nearly touching, her nose filled with his manly, natural scent.
Sounds came from around the corner. A fierce, sturdy middle-aged woman gripped a Bone-Tooth Curved Knife, grinding her teeth and cursing hoarsely, "Damn it, this bastard is too cunning! We’ve been chasing him through the underground tunnels of Shenglong Hall, facing numerous forks along the way, occasionally losing track of him. Is he born a rat, so adept at burrowing?"
So far, they had already traversed more than a dozen tunnels.
Another person, more composed, pondered and said, "This is a significant figure, quite extraordinary. It is said that two years ago, Shenglong Hall was not as powerful as it is today. He led Yi Yan and others into the Golden Triangle, stirring up the grudges between Fierce Tiger Sect, Weiyuan Hall, and Flying Phoenix Pavilion without deploying a single soldier. Consequently, as the original three forces fought amongst themselves, he benefitted as the fisherman, taking advantage of Flying Phoenix Pavilion’s weakness to replace them altogether, thus establishing the current Shenglong Hall."
This person paused, then added, "However... the origin of Gold Respect is very mysterious. Even Yi Yan has never seen his true face, only knowing that he seemed to have offended some major figure in the Jiangnan Area years ago."