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"Because of what?" Wang Mu's eyes were wide open as he looked eagerly at his Young Master.

Cheng Yu shut his mouth and turned around to face Wang Mu. His whole body was filled with an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

"Forget about this matter, but there must not be a second time. Otherwise, I, Cheng Yu, won't be able to keep you alive!" Cheng Yu's voice was filled with fatigue. His slender hands trembled slightly as he said, "Wang Mu, we grew up together, so you should know that I always keep my word. I don't want to drive you out of my family one day."

Hearing Cheng Yu's warning, Wang Mu silently lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"Yes, Young Noble!" This subordinate will remember, and will not forget in this life. " With that, he stood up and turned to leave.

The door opened and closed, and Cheng Yu stood alone in the bright candlelight, with only the shadow on the ground to accompany him.

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A crescent moon shines on the nine prefectures. A few families are happy and a few are sad.

On the other side, Cheng Yu was unable to calm down due to what had happened today. On the other side, Jin Weiwei had just finished a day's worth of business and packed her things to go home.

Because it was only Tao Xiaoqing who was slicing meat for sale this morning, his speed was very slow. This resulted in a crowd of people buying meat around the store in the afternoon. When Jin Weiwei returned to the shop, she quickly gave him a hand. Even so, it wasn't until nightfall until she finished her work.

With her stomach still empty, Jin Weiwei said to Tao Xiaoqing, "I'm going to the kitchen to heat up the remaining rice porridge. Today, I'm really tired. Let's just eat something to cope with it."

"Alright!" Boss, I'll listen to you! " Tao Xiaoqing was extremely tired from the day.

He quickly walked to the kitchen. Jin Weiwei pushed open the wooden door, looked inside, and her eyes immediately lit up.

What was originally a metal pot filled with porridge was now completely clean. Only ten fingers worth of rice grains were stuck to the pot wall.

The lid was casually tossed to the side and a used bowl and chopsticks laid on the side.

In short, the kitchen was a mess! It was like a thief who had come in and looked around.

Jin Weiwei did not want him to think about it. She knew that this must be Jin Dabao's doing. She spun around and stormed back to Jin Dabao's house.

He kicked open the door and shouted, "Jin Dabao, get the hell out here!"

Strangely, however, the room was silent.

When Jin Weiwei walked in, she found that there was no one inside.

Jin Weiwei thought to herself, "Not good, this old guy couldn't have stolen her money and gone out to fool around, right?"

She rushed to her room, and sure enough, it was a mess. The quilts that she had used were thrown on the dirty floor and covered in dust.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart. She had put all of her money in the space, but there was still something inside the room.

Jin Weiwei quickly went to look over the dowry. Sure enough, the jade hairpin that she had placed inside last night had disappeared. It was the hairpin that her original mother had left for her original body.

"Jin Dabao, I'm not done with you!"

Jin Weiwei was so angry that she rushed out to welcome the little rich kid. He frowned and locked his gaze onto Jin Weiwei.

"What's wrong?"

At first glance, Jin Weiwei's room was a mess. It was obvious that someone had entered her room. Needless to say, it was Jin Dabao's masterpiece.

"I'm going to find Jin Dabao."

Then, regardless of Jin Weiwei's reaction, little Fugui had already disappeared.

Jin Weiwei had just been angered to the point that she was about to catch fire. By the time she could react, there was no trace of the little rich kid in front of her.

"Xiaoqing, come with me to find Jin Dabao."

There were still sparks of fire under the stove. Jin Dabao definitely hadn't gone far. She wanted to find the person before Jin Dabao sold the hairpin.

"Yes, boss."

Tao Xiaoqing let out a sigh. His boss had been extremely unlucky to encounter such a father for eight lifetimes.

Xiao Fu'e went to the restaurants that Jin Dabao frequented to check. Jin Dabao was rich now, and if he wasn't drinking, he was here to take advantage of her. Jin Weiwei might not have noticed, but Jin Dabao had come back a few times with rouge powder on his body.

If it wasn't a hooker, then it was someone outside.

There were no signs of Jin Dabao in any of the restaurants, so Xiao Fugui directly headed towards a few big brothels.

The largest brothel in Lishui County was the Elegant Wind Pavilion. Not only was there a girl inside, but there was also a boy. It was the favorite place for nobles to visit.

"Aiyo, young master, I can see that you look a little tired, but is this the first time I've come to this Elegant Wind Pavilion? Did he want a little beauty or a charming young master? "I have everything here …"

Mother Gouyu's voice was as sticky as a piece of dog skin plaster, causing the little rich kid to feel a wave of disgust.

It was not the mother of the procuress's fault. The son of a rich family had an aura thousands of miles away from him. His expression was cold and solemn. Wasn't he just like a big shot?

"I'm looking for someone."

After saying that with a frown, little Fugui took out a piece of silver from his bosom and threw it to the procuress, then walked straight in.

After patrolling around the hall, he found no one with Jin Dabao in their arms. The son of the wealthiest man then went to the second floor. He finally found Jin Dabao in a room near his ears. He was hugging someone … The boy.

Xiao Fugui's eyelids twitched, and he kicked the door open.

"Who is it!?" How dare you spoil this grandpa … "Why are you here!"

Jin Dabao stood up in shock when he saw the man. The boy fell to the ground with a bitter look on his face.

The little rich kid glanced over and retracted his gaze. This little servant was even prettier than a girl, no wonder Jin Dabao was like this.

"Hand over the hairpin."

Little Fugui stretched out his hands. His hands were sharp and straight, white and lean, but broad and powerful.

Jin Dabao trembled as he rolled his eyes from side to side. "What hairpin? I don't know!"

"Is that so?"

Jin Dabao raised his head with a cold voice, and knelt down in front of the little rich kid. His hands were in a cramp, and he was trapped by the little rich kid.

The wrenching pain from his wrist caused Jin Dabao's face to twist.

"I really don't know what hairpin it is..." "Ahhh!"

Before Jin Dabao could finish his sentence, Xiao Fugui exerted force on his hand and the room was filled with shouts like that of a pig being butchered.

"Hand over the hairpin."

"I pawned the hairpin!"

Jin Dabao cried out in pain. There were already many people gathered at the door.

"Which pawnshop?"

"Cheng Jia pawn shop!"

Hearing this, little Fugui let go of Jin Dabao's hand and directly tore off the silver pouch on Jin Dabao's waist.

Unbeknownst to him, an attendant at the entrance sized him up before turning around and running away.

Little Fugui took a detour to a few taverns and met Jin Weiwei and her husband.

Jin Weiwei was so angry that her anger almost reached her heart. Upon seeing him, she asked, "Did you find him?"

"Cheng Jia pawn shop."