Chapter 1730: The Same Birthmark (Part Twenty-seven)

Slippers rested both hands on the table with his handcuffs knocking against the side with a clear sound.

The meaning behind Qian Yikun’s words—in addition to the figure he had just seen—caused Slippers’ eyes to turn red. “You bunch of cops, there’s no point even if you caught me.”

Qian Yikun watched him speak word by word without batting an eyelid. When he saw the hostility that bloomed on Slippers’ face, Qian Yikun smiled faintly.

“Behave yourself.” The vice-captain saw that he was about to stand up and slammed a hand on the table.

“Whether it’s useful or not, you’ll find out soon enough. Take him away.” Qian Yikun stood up and left.

Slippers’ fingers dug into the table as he stared relentlessly in the direction where Qian Yikun left.

Qian Yikun returned to his office. Mo Fei was pacing back and forth in his office. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she turned around to look at Qian Yikun. “Hypocrite, do you think my appearance will help?”

“At least he was agitated. Perhaps he wanted to kill you,” Qian Yikun said as he walked closer to Mo Fei. He reached out and grabbed her chin. “Even if you’ve changed your face, he was still able to recognize you. How much hate must he have for you? Or perhaps, he has seen this face before?”

It was a soft voice, putting her to an obvious test.

Mo Fei pushed his indecent hand away and said with a sneer, “Hypocrite, what’s the point of doing this?”

Qian Yikun raised his eyebrows slightly with an expression on his face that clearly indicated that he was entertained.

Now that this problem had been temporarily solved, Qian Yikun went off to handle some matters. Mo Fei remained in his office.

Mo Fei played games behind his desk. If she raised her head, she could see the man talking to his colleagues outside.

‘Sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with leaning on a man.’

This was the funniest joke she had ever heard in this lifetime. At the very least, Qian Yikun was not someone she could rely on. In this world, there was no one she could rely on.

Especially the person she loved.

She tapped her chin in boredom and only came back to her senses when she saw Ye Yuwei’s message.

Mrs. Gu: [I’m going back tomorrow. We’re going to the resort the day after tomorrow, okay? I’ve already discussed it with Wen Shan.]

Mo Fei: [Sure.]

Mrs. Gu: [Did Big Brother Qian tell you? We’re staying until after New Year’s Day.]

Mo Fei: [He told me. Lemme show you something.]

Mo Fei: [Image]

Mrs. Gu: [Pfft hahaha! Is your wedding gown?]

Mrs. Gu: [What’s with that look? Are you going to be a nun?]

Mo Fei: [Look at Qian Yikun’s eyes, his straight man cancer is practically leaking out of the screen.]

Mrs. Gu: [Hahahaha— You didn’t object?]

Mo Fei: [All objections rejected. That’s that.]

Mo Fei still found the wedding dress too annoying to look at. Thankfully, she did not look forward to the wedding anyway.

Mrs. Gu: [Do you know what a wedding means to a man?]

Mrs. Gu: [It’s fine as long as they partic.i.p.ate. They don’t have the right to comment.]

Mo Fei: […]

Could she have understood this whole thing wrongly?

Mo Fei continued to look at the man outside with her hand on her chin. Even so, this wedding was destined to be fake.

While she was brooding, the mobile phone that Qian Yikun placed on the table suddenly lit up. Mo Fei quickly reached out and took the phone. There was an encrypted message on the phone. Mo Fei peered outside and opened the message.

[On the 5th of January, trap Qian Yikun.]

Mo Fei deleted the message and placed the phone on the table slowly.

Mrs. Gu: [Honestly speaking, though, how much does Big Brother Qian care about you that he’d choose such a wedding gown?]

Mo Fei tapped her fingers on the table. When she saw this sentence, the rim of her eyes started to hurt.