155 Where Could She Have Gone?
Translator: AtlasStudios | Editor: AtlasStudios /Atlas Studios
Han Qiqing gave an awkward cough. âItâs⦠That! The thing that guys and girls do when they sleep together!â
Mu Xiaoxiaoâs face froze adorkably for three seconds before realization dawned on her. So she was talking about thatâ¦
A blush flooded her face, and she shook Han Qiqing off. âWhat are you saying! How could we have!â
However, Han Qiqingâs words reminded her of those Durex condoms, which were probably still in the room, that Mama Yin had bought for them. If Han Qiqing got wind of this, her imagination would surely run wild.
Han Qiqing pointed at her suggestively. âYouâre blushing. Even if youâve never done it, surely youâve done other things?â
âWhat other things? I donât know what youâre talking about!â Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to turn away and walk off, but she had to spend the night at Han Qiqingâs place and couldnât cast her away and ignore her.
Grabbing onto Han Qiqingâs hand, Mu Xiaoxiao pulled her in the direction of the outside. âLetâs go! Schoolâs about to end soon, right?â
She was worried that Yin Shaojie would appear if she loitered around.
She didnât know how she should act around him right now.
âOkay, Iâll stop asking; letâs go. Iâm hungry and we should go eat,â Han Qiqing said, but internally, she thought that she would be able to pry the truth from Mu Xiaoxiao when she slept over at night.
â¦
After school, in the afternoon.
Everyone noticed that Yin Shaojieâs sports car was parked outside as if he was waiting for someone. More than a few curious people stood around to watch, but there was still no sign of anyone getting in even in the evening when the crowd had dispersed.
At long last, Yin Shaojieâs car drove off.
Upon returning to the luxurious condominium and entering the living room, Yin Shaojie called out, âMu Xiaoxiao!â
He waited for a while, but there was no response.
He frowned and muttered, displeased, âWhat the h*ll, sheâs not back yet?â
There were only a few rooms in the condominium. He searched them hurriedly, but there was no sign of Mu Xiaoxiao.
Coming out of the bedroom, he took out his phone and called Mu Xiaoxiaoâs number.
âRing⦠Ring⦠Ring⦠Click!â
He was suddenly hung up on.
Yin Shaojie froze momentarily before looking at his phone furiously. âF*ck! How dare you hang up on me, you wretch!â â
Was she still angry?
Shouldnât he be the angry one instead?
If she wasnât coming home, then so be it! Yin Shaojie thought angrily in his heart. He threw himself onto the sofa and scooped up the iPad on the coffee table, starting to play games.
Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened.
Yin Shaojie felt hungry, and his stomach grumbled in protest for food. However, instead of getting up, he looked at the entrance of the house.
Was that wretch really not coming home?
He thought about the places that Xiaoxiao could have gone to, and there was nowhere else but the Yin residence.
Should he call home to ask about it discreetly?
Yin Shaojie pondered for two seconds before whipping out his phone and calling home.
It rang once before someone picked up.
âYoung Master, is anything the matter?â The person who had picked up was the house butler who sounded like an English gentleman.
âUh⦠That..â Yin Shaojie faltered, a rare occurrence. He couldnât ask if Mu Xiaoxiao was at home, for if she was not, wouldnât his parents know that he had argued with Mu Xiaoxiao then?
âItâs nothing really. I just want to ask about something.â He drummed his fingers against the sofa, considering his next words. âXiaoxiao wants pigeon soup from home. Get someone to cook some for her.â
âAlright. Should I send it over to Young Masterâs condominium?â the butler asked.
âYeah, sent it over.â Yin Shaojie hung up after he spoke, his expression turning cold.
If Mu Xiaoxiao was at the Yin residence, the butler would have said that they would cook some for Xiaoxiao to have there. This meant that Mu Xiaoxiao wasnât at the Yin residence.