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“The news from the hotel,” Xu En said gravely, “I had thought it was just a business partner, and the hotel did not disclose the guest’s information. However, people have still been conducting covert inquiries these past few days, and they might soon find out about you.”

After the incident at Xu En’s wedding banquet, Mrs. Xu and the Qi Family would surely probe for information at the hotel.

Even Xu’s assistant had received hints both openly and implicitly.

All of these were within Xu En’s control, except for this one force that left Xu En at a loss for how to proceed.

Xu En also found it odd; if someone were investigating Bai Lian, he might understand, but why would anyone look into Ji Heng’s affairs?

And…

The Xu Family had no clue whatsoever.

“Fine, it’s probably not an enemy,” Bai Lian mused as she twirled her pen in thought.

After being together for half a year, Bai Lian knew Ji Heng well.

But…

If not an enemy, then who could it be?

Jiang Fulai arrived late tonight. By the time he got there, Ning Xiao and Tang Ming had left, their discussion with Bai Lian having been sufficient.

The black business car’s rear door opened.

Ming Dongheng turned off the engine and rolled down the window without getting out.

As he stepped out of the car, he saw Bai Lian sitting by the window. The milk tea shop had already closed, leaving only the dim yellow light beside her. Jiang He sat next to Bai Lian, not reading, but yawning and leaning on the table, cocking his head to look at her.

Jiang Fulai pushed aside the door curtain with his hand, the clear, tinkling sound of the wind chimes accompanying his entrance into the milk tea shop.

“Have they all left?” Jiang Fulai sat opposite Bai Lian.

“Yeah, you’re a bit late today.”

Indeed, after Jiang Fulai finished with his team today, he checked the lab equipment, considering whether to design a light-storage chip. Reviewing the materials had delayed him by an hour.

Jiang Fulai wanted to ask more, but his gaze shifted to the cut on her finger.

He reached out and gently held the back of her hand, his fingertips pressing into her palm, then looked down at her index finger. There was a small, bloody cut there, not long, but visibly deep.

The blood had not coagulated even after a whole day, seeping intermittently.

Jiang Fulai raised his head to look at her but said nothing.

This wound was neither painful nor itchy for Bai Lian; she just looked down at Jiang Fulai’s fingers. His fingers were long and clean, glowing softly, with some thin calluses on his thumbs, and they felt a bit cool to her.

“A minor cut,” Bai Lian propped her chin lazily with her other hand, her cool black eyes half-closed as she looked at him, “it’ll heal in… a few days.”

Jiang Fulai lifted his gaze, watching her quietly as if looking towards her shoulder. He gently lowered his eyelashes and fell silent again.

Back in the car, he took out the first aid kit, selected an adhesive bandage, and sprinkled some medicinal powder on her wound.

The rear light was on.

Bai Lian watched him attentively apply the medicine to her cut. She wanted to tease him, saying that for such an injury, he would be laughed at in the barracks, but seeing his earnestness, she suddenly couldn’t bring herself to speak.

This man was seriously concerned about whether she was in pain.

The car reached Purest Street.

Jiang He was drowsy in his seat.

Jiang Fulai got out of the car and walked her down the alley of Purest Street. The street’s alleys were all fitted with solar lights, which even at night, were very bright.

“I used to be quite afraid of the dark,” Bai Lian rarely brought up her past, perhaps because the night was quieter, “but I overcame it later.”

“That’s impressive.” He kept his gaze lowered towards her and praised her earnestly.

Reaching the corner, Ji Heng’s yard lay just ahead.

Bai Lian stopped, she adjusted her backpack, and stood her ground, “You should go first.”

Jiang Fulai stood at the corner and didn’t move, “Bai Lian.”

He suddenly spoke.

Bai Lian waited for the rest of his words,

Behind him was a dim light that illuminated his sharp profile within the shadows, his eyes intensely focused on her, “Can I hug you?”

Bai Lian stood in place, momentarily stunned, as the breeze gently brushed by.

Perhaps two minutes passed.

Jiang Fulai leaned in slightly, his left hand clasping around her waist; her body temperature was a bit higher than his. He enveloped her quietly, as if embracing the moonlight he held so dear.

The fingers at her back tightened slightly, yet he held back the force with restrain.

Bai Lian thought she could hear the heartbeat against his chest and the faint scent of mint surrounding her.

**

The two parted ways.

Jiang Fulai took out his phone and headed back.

He wore a black trench coat, his entire demeanor cool and detached.

On the driver’s seat, Ming Dongheng hadn’t turned off the car since Jiang He was still inside. When he spotted the figures, he opened the rear door. Suddenly, something caught his attention.

Wait…

Just now, Young Master Jiang’s movements were in perfect sync.

“Young Master, the butler called just now, hoping you would return the call,” Ming Dongheng reported, glancing inadvertently at the rearview mirror.