Chapter 305 An odd feeling

Chapter 305 An odd feeling

Jun collapsed on the couch as soon as he reached the condo. He felt a hand on his forehead and smiled. “Ai.”

He pulled her on the couch and placed his head on her lap.

“You must be tired,” Ai pursed her lips. “Don’t overwork.”

He pinched her cheek. “I won’t. I am tired because of the whole deal with those Mao siblings.”

“You said that you found Mao Jingyi, right? Is she safe?”

“Yeah, she is okay for now. A little bit in shock but she will come out of it. But she couldn’t say anything useful against the one who kidnapped her. She was blindfolded the whole way. She heard nothing much either. They made sure not to talk about anything in front of her.”

“Was there nobody guarding her?”

“We didn’t find anybody apart from Mao Jingyi in that room. That guard must have escaped. Now that she is rescued, the culprit knows that we are onto him. I don’t know what he will do next. I am getting worried. I need to find him as soon as possible. I don’t know what Bro Zixin knows that forced him to do this…” his anxiety was clear with how lines creased on his forehead.

Ai shook her head. “Don’t be hasty, Jun. We make more mistakes when we act rashly. We have time now. The culprit knows that we know that Mao Yong is innocent and he tried to frame him. He won’t do anything that will threaten his identity. At least for now, he will stay quiet for sometime. It was already a risk of kidnapping Mao Jingyi and compromising his exposure. We can use this time to figure out the truth.”

Jun agreed with her. He held her hand and kissed the back of it. “You are right. But that’s what I don’t understand,” he sighed, “How to find out the truth? Dad thinks that Bro wasn’t harmed later on because he forgot everything. But what does he know that is of danger to that fucker? I am so mad that I want to squeeze his neck right now! Just thinking of how heartbroken the Chen family is, I…” he ground his teeth in a fury.

Jun felt a familiar tickling sensation on his forehead, and his mouth twitched upon seeing the object in her hands.

“What is this feather duster doing here!?” His gaze darkened.

She earnestly said, “I always had it with me. It’s very effective to calm down your anger. I am speaking from experience. Remember how I tickled you outside that cafe?”

“…”

Ai kept the feather duster aside and kissed his forehead. “Don’t be angry. Anger is not good for your health.”

He sneered. “Do you perhaps ever wonder that that feather duster might be the cause of my anger?”

“Of course that is not the case. It’s a cute and fluffy feather duster. How can anybody get angry because of it?”

He warned. “Ai…”

She said, “I mean to say that getting furious is also a type of a victory for that culprit. You are angry, and you are restless. This is good fodder to feed the culprit’s ego. He is doing everything from within the shadows. Calmly and calculating everything. We should be the same.”

Jun agreed once again.

She has a point…

“I am always right,” Ai chuckled, reading his mind.

He looked at her in disdain. “Not always.”

He grabbed the back of her neck and pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss that reached her very soul. “If you want to calm the anger in me next time, I find this method very effective. Remember our first kiss outside the cafe?”

She still felt her heart pounding in her ears. “…Not fair,” she mumbled.

He stayed like that in her lap in silence, hugging her waist. Ai smiled and brushed her fingers through his hair.

A while later, Ai said after much contemplation, “I was thinking. If Chen Zixin knows something that the culprit wants him to forget, then…maybe there must be something in his room that could point us towards it. His bedroom or maybe his office? He must have kept something about it somewhere. It cannot just exist solely in his mind.”

Jun narrowed his eyes. “That’s true. We don’t know what we are finding, but it’s a good start. Doing something is better than nothing.”

She nodded.

“Got it. I will visit Chen villa tomorrow and take a look in his room. Maybe, I will find something.”

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Zhan Yahui kept tapping her finger on the table as she emanated a dark and sinister aura. Her pupils displayed full hostility.

“If Liu Jun and his family managed to secure Mao Jingyi, it means that Mao Yong opened his mouth,” she gritted her teeth. “The nerve of him opposing my orders even when his sister’s life was at stake.”

Her companion on the other side of the phone was silent. “I should have been more careful.”

“It’s not your fault. Rather I wonder what is going on? I am getting an odd feeling about this whole matter.”

“Why?”

Zhan Yahui narrowed her eyes. On the table, there was a pile of some photographs. Out of those, her finger touched Jun’s picture. “I don’t know. But I cannot shake off this feeling. I have been feeling this way ever since Feng Wuhan disappeared and that truck driver I had planned to use. I wanted to make Feng Wuhan as the scapegoat to take the blame but just around that time, he disappeared. How? And why only him?”

She slid her nail around Jun’s face in the picture. “Then Mao Yong came in handy, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t open his mouth at all. He loves his sister very much. So, I cannot fathom that he would put her in risk and babble out the truth. Then the Liu family set in motion and rescued her before we could do anything about it. It happened so suddenly. For both Feng Wuhan and Mao Yong, the plan went awry. It feels…it is impossible, but sometimes I feel as if somebody already knows what I am doing.”