Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Ding Mo frowned as if he had thought of something.    

"Gu Mengmeng has a cheerful personality. She shouldn't ignore you for no reason …"    

"That's why I'm surprised."    

Gong Nanling's stomach was full of worry, and his peach blossom eyes were covered with a hint of worry.    

"Then was it something you said to her that you shouldn't have said?"    

Ding Mo asked again.    

"Words that shouldn't be said?"    

Gong Nanling's pupils contracted as he said worriedly.    

"I don't know... "I don't think so …"    

"Did you ask Little Aunt?"    

"None …"    

Gong Nanling shrugged and said helplessly.    

"Madam and Gu Mengmeng's relationship isn't ordinary. If anything really happens to Gu Mengmeng, she'll definitely tell Madam about it."    

Ding Mo's words made Gong Nanling's heart jump as he suddenly understood.    

"That's right, oh …"    

"Alright, what should we do next? I don't need to help you analyze it, do I?"    

Ding Mo rolled his mouth and smiled.    

"Yes."    

Gong Nanling replied gratefully.    

"Assistant Ding, thank you."    

"Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything. I have no experience in the matter of love affairs, so it's up to you. "    

Ding Mo stood up and went back into the room.    

Gong Nanling finished all the remaining mineral water in the bottle in one breath. His mood inexplicably became much better.    

He wiped the corner of his mouth, returned to his room, and took his cell phone to call Lin Ange. Seeing the time, he gave up.    

"At this time, she must be resting. I'll try again tomorrow. "    

He went back to bed and laid his head on his hands, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted away.    

Midnight.    

The entire Dijing quieted down.    

Except the Floating Cloud Pavilion Cabinet.    

The cabinet was more private than the cabinet, and it was never open to the public. Aside from the people from the Jun Family, very few people had ever gone in.    

Jun Linchuan strode into the secret room.    

The door to the chamber was not behind a Chinese painting in the study. He pressed the button and the wooden door slowly opened.    

All four corners of the light were on as though it was daytime.    

The furnishings inside were not simple, it was so luxurious that it dazzled people's eyes.    

Behind the Bogu shelf, there was a wooden carved bed.    

A person was lying on the bed.    

In front of the bed sat a person.    

"Linchuan …"    

Hearing footsteps, the person sitting in front of the bed turned around. Seeing that it was him, he lightly called out to him.    

"Lan, it's getting late. Why don't you go back and rest?"    

Jun Linchuan walked over and caressed her shoulder. His low voice sounded a little tired.    

"Tonight, I want to stay and accompany him …"    

"Alan, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow. You can't fall down."    

Jun Linchuan's voice was low and his emotions were complicated.    

"Linchuan, I can take it."    

Rong Lan raised her gaze and looked at him, her voice very soft and gentle.    

"Alan, I don't think he'll wake up for a while. Your body isn't well, so it's best not to take it head-on. "    

Jun Linchuan's deep eyes were filled with concern.    

"But …"    

Rong Lan was still unwilling to get up.    

"Alright, let's go back."    

Jun Linchuan patted her shoulder and became more serious.    

"Alright then …"    

Rong Lan glanced at the sleepy man on the bed and stood up with a sad face.    

"Linchuan, you …"    

"I'll stay a while, then go back."    

Jun Linchuan looked at her and replied in a deep voice.    

"Fine."    

With a sigh, Rong Lan turned around and walked to the door of the secret room.    

Jun Linchuan, who was standing in front of the carved bed, lowered his eyes and looked at the man who had fallen asleep.    

"Son, why did this happen?"    

When Rong Lan, who had already walked to the door of the secret chamber heard these words, her steps abruptly stopped, and her face turned increasingly sorrowful.    

"Son, don't worry. Daddy will definitely think of a way …"    

Jun Linchuan's voice was a bit heavy.    

The corner of Rong Lan's eyes became watery as she covered her mouth. He pressed the button and opened the door to the secret room.    

"…"    

Jun Linchuan raised his head and hid the hint of bitterness that rose in his eyes. At the bottom of his eyes, there was deep worry.    

His heart felt dull and aching.    

Not long after Chu Ran brought Jiang Zhaowu back into the Floating Cloud Pavilion, Jiang Zhaowu was unconscious. He looked for a doctor, but he couldn't find anything.    

Jun Linchuan suspected that Jun Moshang did something to him and specifically 'interrogated' him. Jun Moshang insisted that he didn't do anything.    

Although Jun Linchuan was suspicious, he didn't have any evidence.    

These few days, he had been busy, so he didn't have the time to investigate. He only had to wait for a few days to slowly investigate this matter.    

Fortunately, even though Jiang Zhaowu was unconscious, he was fine.    

Jun Linchuan stretched out his hand and held Jiang Zhaowu's hand with force on the tip of his fingers.    

This was the first time the father and son duo had been so intimate.    

For 28 years, Jun Linchuan only thought that his son had passed away. Every time it came to the day of his death, he would stay up all night, unable to sleep.    

Unexpectedly, he was still alive. He was still alive and well.    

He wanted to take revenge for him, but he couldn't find the mastermind behind it.    

There was a time hourglass on the cabinet beside the bed.    

The rustling sounds were extremely clear.    

"..."    

The next day.    

Daybreak.    

Lu Yiyao was the first to wake up. He tilted his head and glanced at Lin Yanyan. In the next second, the corner of her lips couldn't help but twitch as a faint smile appeared on it.    

Lin Yanyan's sleeping posture was extremely funny, the thin blanket on his body fell off to the end of the bed.    

This was the first time Lu Yiyao had slept alone with Lin Yanyan. He didn't expect to see such a hilarious scene when he woke up early in the morning.    

"…"    

He sat up and covered Lin Yanyan with his blanket.    

Get up. Wash up.    

"CEO, good morning."    

When he came out of the washroom, Ding Mo had already cleaned up.    

"Morning."    

Lu Yiyao answered and went to the window to move it a little.    

Bang bang bang.    

Someone knocked on the door.    

Ding Mo hurried over, opened the door, and saw that the corridor was empty.    

"Eh …"    

He felt a little strange and couldn't help but look around. Lowering his head, he was shocked to find a letter lying at the entrance.    

He picked it up and looked at it.    

"A letter?"    

He closed the door and quickly walked to Lu Yiyao.    

"President, someone has sent a letter."    

"Open it and take a look."    

Lu Yiyao stopped and looked at him coldly. There was not a single word on the light brown envelope.    

"Yes."    

Ding Mo ripped open the envelope's seal.    

He took out the letter and handed it to Lu Yiyao.    

"CEO..."    

Lu Yiyao took it and frowned. White A4 paper, three folds. Printed line of ink.    

[Jiang Zhaowu is in the Cabinet Room.]    

Lu Yiyao's dark and narrow eyes shrank, while his straight and handsome eyebrows frowned. Her cold lips were pressed tightly together, and the curve of her lower jaw was very cold and sharp.    

"CEO, what's wrong?"    

"…"    

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything and handed the A4 paper over to him.    

The bold ink words fell into Ding Mo's eyes. He was stunned and his expression changed slightly.    

"CEO, something really happened to Zhao Fifth Young Master?"    

"Tell me, who do you think will be the person who delivered the letter?"    

Lu Yiyao stared outside the window with his unfathomable eyes. The neon light slowly faded, and the bright morning glow covered half the sky.