Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Baby Girl Sent a Text Message Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Baby Girl Sent a Text Message Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Zhui Feng glanced displeasedly at Liuyun, fingers maintaining their operation on the computer, and unexpectedly threw out a threat, “Keep spouting nonsense, and I’m going to report you to the boss right now.”
Liuyun silently straightened up and made a zipper motion over his lips to signify he would stay quiet.
Elsewhere, in the low-luxury bedroom on the top floor of the Mansion, with its main color scheme of black, gold, and light grey, the style was still unmistakably cold and abstinent, even under the warm glow of the lights.
The spacious and tranquil bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, made the night seem even denser and inkier.
At this moment, in front of the South Sea Mountain-facing window, Shang Yu, dressed in a gray robe, leaned on an Italian custom chaise lounge, the robe half open at the collared neckline, his right arm resting over his forehead in a posture that was both lazy and hauntingly solitary.
A decanter next to him still contained half a glass of rum, its faint aroma drifting around, filling the air with comfort.
The phone on the decanter vibrated, breaking the night’s silence.
Shang Yu opened his eyes, his deep pupils like the cold stars of midnight, showing not a hint of weariness.
He picked up the phone to unlock it, his gaze falling on a text message notification.
It was from: Baby Girl.
“Master Yan, I am Li Qiao, my phone number, please keep it.”
The man’s thumb paused on the phone’s screen as another vibration came through.
Baby Girl: Master Yan doesn’t have WeChat?
Shang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously clicked on the input box, but after typing a single letter, he backed out of the page.
He had WeChat; he just didn’t use it often.
The man swiped through the home screen for a long pause before finding the WeChat app tucked away in a corner.
He went into the WeChat settings, enabled the phone number search feature, then returned to the text message and replied with a very succinct word: Yes.
After doing this, Shang Yu put down his phone and picked up the glass of rum from the table, taking a light sip.
In the dim light by the window, the man’s deep and handsome features were shrouded in a hazy glow.
He looked straight out the window at the night scene, his posture relaxed and leisurely, the corners of his lips hooked in a slight arc, revealing a touch of pleasure.
Not bad, actually able to find his private number.
Shang Yu shook his glass, the half-melted ice cubes making a crisp clinking sound.
At this point, a knock on the door came from outside the room.
After Shang Yu responded, Zhui Feng and Liuyun pushed open the door, their faces as pale as death.
Zhui Feng pursed his lips and reported with difficulty, “Boss, there’s been a mishap…”
Shang Yu still leaned on the lounge chair, legs crossed in front of him, his voice, enriched by the scent of the alcohol, even more mellow and deep, “What kind of mishap?”
Zhui Feng glanced at Liuyun, who looked despondent, then bit the bullet and told the truth, “Someone just hijacked Liuyun’s contacts list.
I tracked it and found that the other party is also a computer expert, and…
it’s very likely that your phone number has been leaked.”
This was his biggest concern.
The other numbers in Liuyun’s contacts could be ignored, but the boss’s private number was of paramount importance.
If someone with malicious intent were to publish the boss’s number, the consequences…
After all, in all of South Sea City, countless people wanted to connect with the enigmatic Shang Shaoyan and obtain his private number.
After Zhui Feng finished speaking, Liuyun stepped forward, ready to face death, and admitted his error, “Master, it was my oversight, please punish me.”
Liuyun might have appeared contrite on the surface, but he was incredibly aggrieved on the inside.
He had never expected someone could hijack his mobile phone’s contacts list.
It was an absolute injustice that had befallen him.
At that time, the bedroom fell silent for a good while before Shang Yu took another sip of his whiskey, “What did you track?”