C54

Ever since Cheng Tian painting was taken away by Duan Mejia's driver, Shen Mushui had always felt uneasy. Although the driver was Chinese, he was still a stranger to Cheng Tian Hua. Was it really okay to just hand her over to a stranger?

He stealthily glanced at his watch. It was already past 11 P.M. She should have already returned to the hotel, right?

"Young Master Mu, it's your turn." Duan Meijia urged, and started to size him up with a smile, "Why do you look so uneasy? Could it be that you've already felt sorry for your loss? "

"Young Master Mu needs to diligently supervise the house right now." The other man laughed and joked.

Shen Moxi ignored their teasing. With a faint smile on his face, he took out his phone and dialed. What surprised him was that Cheng Tian had actually turned off his phone.

He called the hotel room, but there was no answer. He called the front desk, but the response he got was that Cheng Tian Hua had not returned.

Shen Moxi put down his phone, stared at Duan Mejia and asked, "Is your driver back yet?"

"They were here early in the morning. They just delivered a few groups of guests."

"Are you sure he took my wife back to the hotel?" Shen Moxi pushed the hand in front of him, his tone becoming much more serious.

Upon seeing his serious expression, the table immediately fell silent.

The driver stole a glance at her and said with an apologetic expression, "I'm very sorry, Young Master Mu. I had some trouble driving back to the hotel with Mrs. Shen, but I helped her find a taxi and told her to go back by herself."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Shen Moxi suddenly stood up from his chair, grabbed his coat from the chair, and walked out of the room.

Duan Meijie hurriedly chased after him and said, "Young Master Mu, you don't have to worry so much. It's not like Miss Yang is a child anymore."

When Shen Moxi opened the door, she turned her head and glared at her. "She is unfamiliar with this place. She can't speak Japanese, so she might as well be a child."

Shen Moxi practically flew all the way to the hotel, got out of the car, and in the shortest time possible, arrived at the floor where the suite was located. When he pushed open the door and entered, he saw the same empty suite as the one he had left in the morning.

He immediately went back to the first floor. As he got in the car, he dialed Cheng Tian Hua's cell phone, but his phone was still turned off. He could not help but feel more anxious.

They drove along the road that led to Yamamoto Miche's house. Because it was too late, there weren't many pedestrians on the road, but the snowflakes outside the car window were getting denser and the air was getting colder. As for Cheng Tian's figure, it never appeared.

Shen Moxi then called Duan Meijia and asked the driver where he had left Cheng Tian's painting. After finding out that it was a car near the wooden block, he immediately turned around and headed in the direction of the wooden block.

At this point in time, the six flourishing trees gradually became deserted. Stopping the car by the side of the road, Shen Muxi looked around several times before his gaze finally stopped at the Forest Boa.

Could it be that Cheng Tian Painting, who liked to watch the snow and the night, had gone up to the observation deck?

Just before the building was cleared, Shen Muxi bought a ticket and took the elevator to the top floor.

It was almost 12 o'clock and the people on the observation deck gradually dispersed, leaving only a few couples watching the night scene. Cheng Tian painting stood silently in front of the french window, staring at the resplendent starlight below in a daze.

Looking at the night scenery by herself was indeed lonely, but she was still unwilling to leave. The beautiful night scenery that surrounded her was as beautiful as a dream. She didn't want to leave. Maybe she subconsciously didn't want to return to reality and didn't want to be Yang Tenxin's substitute.

She felt footsteps approaching behind her, but she did not turn her head or pay attention to them, because she had no idea that someone was coming for her here and now.

When his body felt warm and he felt that he was being pulled into a firm and unswerving crook of his arm, Cheng Tian Hua was at a loss. He turned his head to look at the big palm on his shoulder, the scar on his wrist was very familiar.

Surprised, she turned her head around, looked at Shen Mushi who had unexpectedly appeared, and asked with a face full of surprise, "Why are you here? Isn't he playing cards? "

"Your hotel is not returning, your phone is off. How could I still be in the mood to play cards?" Shen Mu's voice was calm as he looked out the window, hoping to see the beautiful night scenery outside.

His body emitted a faint aroma of wine, and his hair was a little messy. The black fur collar of his coat was dotted with bits of sparkling snow that had not melted in time. His shoulders were slightly wet. It was obvious that he had hurried over from the snow.

Cheng Tian Hua couldn't help feeling a little touched in his heart. He was worried about her, cared about her?

"Sorry, I just took a photo with my cell phone. It ran out of battery." she said apologetically. " And I thought you'd play all night. "

"In your heart, am I such a irresponsible person?"

"No …" Cheng Tian Hua shook his head, feeling a little guilty.

In fact, in her heart, Shen Muxi was such an irresponsible person. Of course, he was only irresponsible towards her. She didn't think that he would worry about her, care about her, and come out to find her. She thought that since no one was looking for her, she might as well keep her phone in her pocket.

"It's such a cold day, why don't we go back to the hotel?" Shen Moxi looked at her flushed face and spoke reproachfully.

"I happened to see this building when I got off the car, so I just got on."

"Not for a country?" he asked.

"What kind of bet?" she asked.

"Tonight at the party."

"Oh." "So this is what he's referring to." Cheng Tian Hua smiled helplessly.

Although she was feeling depressed and upset that night, it wasn't as if she had to be mad at Shen Moxi. After all, Shen Moxi's words were reasonable, and she wouldn't be able to explain this sort of thing in a short time. She couldn't let him tell everyone about the grudge between them at the banquet, so he would probably have to tell them for the whole night.

"That... Duan Mejia is also your pursuer? " "What's the matter?" Cheng asked hesitantly, his eyes falling on his chest, the traces of butter still visible on his shirt that had been mocked.

Even a fool would be able to see such obvious difficulties and mockery.

"She was the class's beauty and also the school's beauty. At that time, she was very popular with the boys, and after chasing after me for a while, I rejected her and ran off after Gu Zi Hao. In the end, even Gu Zi Hao rejected her and followed his parents to emigrate to Japan, where they married into Yamamoto Michi's family a few years ago."

No wonder …!

"She chased after Gu Zi Hao?"

"Well, wherever I am, Gu Zi Hao will always be an idiot. That's why he hates me so much."

"Why does he always have a 2ND?"

"Destined."

"Actually... If you don't like to hear it, he's no worse than you. " Cheng Tian couldn't help but ask.

Shen Moxi's lips curled up into a smile as he lowered his head and glared at her in displeasure.

"I knew you'd be angry." Cheng Tian laughed.

"Is there anyone who would talk to their husband like that?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"I won't forgive you next time I say that." Shen Moxi turned his gaze back to the brightly lit window and smiled faintly. "He left early tonight. I thought he would come back to find you and take you away."

Cheng Tian painting sneakily glanced at him. Was this the reason why he was so anxious to find her?

Gu Zi Hao didn't come to bother her, except to ask a girl to give her a folding umbrella. And this folding umbrella... Right now it was in her bag.

Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on her purse and stopped speaking.

After a while, she whispered to him, "Let's go back."

Although he looked sober on the surface, he still gave off a feeling of drunkenness.

But Shen Moxi shook his head, "I haven't had enough to look at."

"The cleanup will begin at one o'clock."

Shen Moxi lifted his wristwatch to look at it and saw that it was already one o'clock. He gave up and said, "Well, let's wait for the next time."

He let go of her, took off his coat, and draped it over her. Then he took her in his arms and led her to the elevator.

Returning to the car, Cheng Tian Painting turned his head and said, "I think you're a little drunk, so let me drive."

"Sure." Shen Moxi sat in the passenger seat, leaned back and muttered, "I'm indeed a little drunk. I lost so easily when I was playing cards just now. Is it fated that I can find you in this city?"

Shen Muxi suddenly leaned forward, his slender arm wrapped around Cheng Tian Hua's neck and pulled her close. His red lips brushed against her lips. "What do you think?"

"Shen Muxi, you're drunk." Cheng Tian drew back instinctively.

"What's wrong?" He watched her run away.

"This is a public place."

"Oh." Shen Moxi released her and returned to his seat.

Cheng Tian Hua pursed his lips uncomfortably, pulled his seat belt and started the car, then slowly drove in the direction of the hotel.

Late at night, the snow stopped.

Cheng Tian Hua drove the car with extreme caution, and only when she returned to the hotel did she realize that Shen Mouxi had fallen asleep. She pulled on his seatbelt and pushed his arm to wake him up.

Shen Moxi opened his eyes in a daze, glancing around him, "You're here?"

"Yes." Cheng Tian replied.

After locking up the car, the two of them walked towards the elevator. The elevator reached the floor where the presidential suite was located.

After returning to the bedroom, Cheng Tian painting poured Shen Moxi a cup of water on the table to remind him to drink it. Then, he took his robe and took a bath.

Shen Muxi shook off his tired brain and took out his phone to charge it. After plugging in the charger, he found that Cheng Tian's phone was placed on the table. While doing so, he also plugged in the power for her and pressed the start button.

After the phone was switched on, Shen Muxi's finger accidentally touched the SMS shortcut button. The mailbox opened and he immediately saw the number that belonged to Gu Zihao.

The message was brief but full of longing: When are you going to buy me a shirt at Asakusa Bridge?

Shen Moxi coldly smiled as he glanced in the direction of the bathroom. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly replied, "Maybe in the next life."