Ou Xueman didn’t dare turn back, afraid her panic would reveal her thoughts. “Nothing… just a routine call… back to Hong Kong… chatting with Dad and Mom.”
“Oh? Is that so?” The last syllable was drawn out long.
“Mm.” Ou Xueman felt her heart about to leap out of her chest, continuously swallowing saliva.
Silence descended suddenly. Though her back was to him, she could still clearly feel his deep, profound gaze.
“Hmph,” the cold snort was like sudden thunder, “Tong Yifeng, when did he become your dad and mom?”
Ou Xueman trembled all over, stiffly turning to look at him. In the moonlight illuminating one side of his face, his handsome features were overlaid with silver-white light, like frost had been applied, with an imperceptible cold air swirling around.
“I…
“Seeing him now, like a life-claiming Rakshasa, she was stunned.
He casually tossed the torn phone cord aside and stepped forward with elegant strides, exuding a dangerous aura.
All around her faded away; only a pair of deep, ruthless eyes remained.
“I wondered how Tong Yifeng could react so quickly. It turns out…” His breath swept across her face, cold as winter wind, “it was you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ou Xueman protested, trying to distance herself but was caught by his hand. She struggled in vain to break free.
Gripping her chin, he forced her to look up. “The person who entered my study just now was you, wasn’t it?”
Nervously, she lowered her eyes. “I… didn’t.”
“Didn’t? Then how did the display on my computer screen change?” His voice carried a cold laugh.
She trembled, realizing she had forgotten to restore the content. “No… pain.” Before she could finish, he tightened his grip on her chin, causing her to cry out.
“Dong Yixuan, don’t treat me like a child. There are only four people in this house: you and Tina are the prime suspects, but…” He paused, the silence creating suffocating pressure, “but Tina doesn’t understand Chinese.”
The moment he laid everything bare, all her fear disappeared, replaced by a surge of courage erupting like a volcano with anger.
She raised her hand and slapped his face with a loud “Slap.” Even Di Xihuang was stunned, never expecting her timid self to take action.
