1387 The Meaning of the Tattoo Part Thirteen

She turned off the lights and looked at the table, smiling in satisfaction. She murmured to herself, "Yes, this is the vibe I'm looking for."

She then turned the lights on again and walked to the sofa before sitting down.

She looked at the clock. It was already seven.

The sun had set but Ming Ansheng still wasn't home. Su Yue frowned in worry.

Uncle Ming used to come here once in a blue moon, but since they had gotten together, he had been staying here every day. Could he be staying somewhere else tonight?

She suddenly thought of this possibility and hurriedly picked up her phone to call him.

But his phone was turned off.

Why was his phone turned off? Su Yue looked at her phone screen, apparently confused.

After which, she sent him a message. "Uncle Ming, what are you doing? Why is your phone turned off?"

His phone was never turned off.

Or at least, this was the first time she had called him when his phone was powered off.

After she sent the message, she took off her slippers and walked to the coffee table. She anxiously waited for a reply.

But time ticked by and there were notifications from the phone in her hand.

Su Yue started to worry. She called him again but his phone was still turned off.

She sent another message: 'Uncle Ming, is your phone flat? I'm at your apartment. I prepared a big surprise for you. When are you coming back?'

She sent message after message but there was no reply.

Su Yue curled up on the sofa, yawning again and again.

The chandelier above the dining table was still on and it was bright. Su Yue looked over and when she saw everything that she had so thoughtfully prepared, she felt empty.

She was slightly angry. She walked over and took a photo, sending it to him.

She sat on the sofa and flung her phone aside before turning the television on.

She wasn't in the mood to watch anything so she just browsed through the channels.

Not long after, she fell into a slumber…



Past midnight, a flight from N City landed in the capital city airport.

The handsome man in the business class took out his phone, turning it on with his slender fingers. The phone screen lit up.

A string of messages made his lips curl up in a smile.

Because it was from a certain someone.

He eagerly opened the messages.

His expression stiffened.

'Uncle Ming, is your phone flat? I'm at your apartment. I prepared a big surprise for you. When are you coming back?'

When he saw the picture she sent him, he seemed to forget that he was still on the plane. He stood up, only to realize that he hadn't unbuckled his seatbelt yet.

He unbuckled it quickly.

When the air stewardess saw this, she warily reminded him, "Sir, please sit down and buckle your seatbelt."

The plane was already slowing down, so Ming Ansheng ignored her words. He walked over to the exit, waiting by it.

When they touched down, he exited through the VIP lane and ran to the exit.

His car was waiting at the exit. The chauffeur smiled and greeted, "President."

"Take my luggage for me, then call a cab back," Ming Ansheng commanded. He gave him his flight number and opened the door, getting into the car.

Within seconds after he got onto the car, it vanished from the chauffeur's sight.



Ming Ansheng opened his door. The house was bright since all the lights were on. His gaze swept through the entire living room, but he didn't see Su Yue.