Chapter 139: Appointment at Angelica, Young Master Zhong Causes Trouble
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This night, within the third ring of the capital, Angelica Bar.
To welcome Jiang Fuyue, Niu Chunhua had arranged a table in the largest private room of the bar… um… for hot pot.
Jiang Fuyue, dressed in a camisole and hot pants, exposed her slender arms and long legs. Her long hair cascaded down, giving her the appearance of a nightclub beauty at first glance.
“Arrived?” Niu Chunhua greeted her with surprise.
Today, she was wearing a bright red cheongsam, and the well-tailored design outlined her perfect figure. Neither too much nor too little flesh, just right.
However, the color of the cheongsam…
“Why do you look like a rotten tomato again?” Jiang Fuyue commented.
Niu Chunhua: “…”
Niu Rui: “Hahaha…” Almost laughed his head off!
“Shut up!” A sharp glance was cast.
Under the death stare of his birth mother, Niu Rui immediately silenced himself, but the corners of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t be pressed down.
Niu Chunhua looked at him with a hint of grievance: “So, the rotten tomato joke is off-limits, right?”
“It’s my bad,” Jiang Fuyue replied, spreading her hands.
The three of them sat together, the hot pot was already boiling, and Niu Rui started putting ingredients into it.
“I don’t want corn,” Jiang Fuyue said.
“Don’t give her corn,” Niu Chunhua said.
They almost spoke simultaneously. Niu Chunhua suddenly turned her head, looking at Jiang Fuyue. A fleeting glint passed through her eyes, accompanied by complex emotions.
Indeed, even their tastes were exactly the same as before…
Jiang Fuyue seemed unaware of what Niu Chunhua was thinking and responded with a casual smile.
Niu Rui made an “oh” sound, not quite understanding the mysterious interaction between the two women and not particularly curious about it.
With a slight movement of the chopsticks, they skipped the corn and added mushrooms to the pot.
Next came plate after plate of meat.
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. She enjoyed the meat in hot pot and didn’t really touch the vegetables.
Niu Chunhua chuckled, a hint of pride in her tone, “Don’t think you’re the only one who understands me. I know quite a bit about you too.”
Jiang Fuyue smirked, “Well, thank you very much.”
Niu Chunhua waved her hand casually, “You’re welcome.”
“…”
“Any news from Shigong?” Jiang Fuyue asked.
Last time, she had defined a search area for Niu Rui. After so many days, there should be results by now.
Niu Chunhua, hearing the question, couldn’t help but look at her son.
Under the gaze of the two formidable women, Niu Rui felt his scalp tingling. The chopsticks in his hand also trembled, and the piece of fat beef he had just fished out gently sank back into the soup.
He smacked his lips, retracted his hand, and sat down, saying, “I followed your instructions, focusing on the East City area, especially the nearby schools and internet cafes. But I couldn’t find anyone who met the criteria.”
“Did you send people out as well?”
Jiang Fuyue knew that Mechanical Hall usually used the Skyeye Network along with extensive data analysis, and they might not send people out for physical searches.
To her surprise, Niu Rui nodded, “Skyeye is the main tool, with big data providing investigation directions, and then we send people out to search on-site.”
Yet, they still had no results.
Not to mention finding Ye Qianji himself, even the traces he left behind remained elusive.
Jiang Fuyue furrowed her brows.
Niu Rui fell into silence for a moment.
Suddenly, “How did they identify him?”
“Huh?”
“I mean in terms of appearance recognition.”
“Oh, I sent Shigong’s photo to everyone. Each person has a copy to cross-reference.”
This shouldn’t go wrong, right?
Jiang Fuyue suddenly had a bad premonition, “What photo?”
“…Well, it’s this one.” Niu Rui picked up his iPad, fiddled with it for a moment, and then handed it over.
Jiang Fuyue glanced down and couldn’t help but twitch her mouth.
The young man in the photo wore a well-tailored suit, had a handsome appearance, and a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, exuding an air of sophistication, like a gentleman.
Niu Rui swallowed nervously, “Is there, uh, a problem?”
Jiang Fuyue directly opened a photo editing software, swiped and tapped on the screen, then clicked save.
She handed the iPad back to Niu Rui, saying, “Search based on this appearance.”
Niu Rui took a closer look, and the next moment, he almost burst into laughter.
In the photo, the once handsome man now had sagging muscles, wrinkles all over, and scattered age spots. The glossy, well-groomed hair was replaced with dry, messy white hair, resembling a sparrow’s nest at first glance.
The well-fitted suit was replaced by a tattered sweatshirt.
It turned out that the transformation from handsome to disheveled only required a photo editing software.
“This… this…” Niu Rui pointed at the photo, looking completely shocked and suspicious.
Jiang Fuyue nodded confidently, “That’s right, this is the true face of your ancestor.”
Mechanical Hall: Disciple betrays me, sabotages me behind my back!
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“Is this the bar you mentioned?” Zhong Ziang stood in front of the entrance, hands in pockets, looking at the sign with black background and gold border, displaying the word “Angelia” in blue lights.
“Yeah, Brother Ziang! Don’t be fooled by its location in the third ring road, a bit far from the city center. It may seem inconspicuous, but it’s really bustling,” the person explained enthusiastically.
“Really?” Zhong Ziang chuckled, a hint of gloominess appearing in his eyes.
“Of course,” the person continued to please him, “It’s said that the bar’s boss lady here is charming and beautiful, even better at entertaining guests than the headliner at Emperor Club! Ah… my dad said that Chief Zhong is also a regular here.”
Chief Zhong, referring to Zong Yunyi, the biological father of Zhong Ziang.
“Why have I never heard my dad mention this?” He lowered his voice, each word sounding like it was forced out of his throat.
The few who had a good relationship with Zhong Ziang immediately knew that he was angry.
And not just a little angry.
However, the second generation guy had forcefully attached himself midway, not understanding Zhong Ziang at all. He thought he had hit the nail on the head with his flattery, and went on even more enthusiastically, “Adults like them wouldn’t tell us about this kind of thing, right? I overheard it, it’s said that Mr. Zhong is even an intimate guest of the bar’s boss lady…”
Bang!
Unable to endure any longer, Zhong Ziang landed a punch on the guy’s nose. His eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.
He raised his head, looking at the sign with an expressionless face.
Heh…
Angelica?
Today, he wanted to see who this charming boss lady was eagerly waiting for!
“Let’s go, come in with me.”
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