C175 – Coming Across?
Inside the conference room, Mu Sifa gazed at the photograph with a distant and melancholic expression.
After watching for an undetermined period, he let out a weary sigh, his brow furrowing in exhaustion.
He eventually shifted his gaze to the window, revealing a direct view of the hotel across the street, precisely opposite his own room.
Mu Sifa had deliberately chosen this conspicuous room, envisioning the day when Shang Cijie would return. He wished to observe him at work from this vantage point, knowing that Shang Cijie might grow bored waiting for him. Besides, having Shang Cijie within sight meant he wouldn’t lose him again.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Despite Mu Sifa’s successful career and the world he had built for himself, the absence of Shang Cijie left a void that occasionally weighed him down, even leading to bouts of melancholy.
“Shang Xiaojie, where are you?” he murmured.
Leaning back in his chair, Mu Sifa pinched his eyebrows together, staring vacantly at the hotel across from him, seemingly lost in thought.
He couldn’t discern how long he had gazed across the street, but just as his eyes began to tire and he contemplated retracting his gaze, a familiar figure suddenly passed by the room opposite.
Mu Sifa’s eyes widened in an instant, and he sprang to his feet, pressing his face against the window.
Could it be? Shang Xiaojie?
“He was concerned that a guest might be a threat. Remember the bomb incident at Mr. Mu’s hospital last time? It injured security personnel, and the case remains unsolved.”
“Could he have offended someone in the underworld? The underworld is always in turmoil.”
“I don’t know. All I remember is that they sent bombs and animal carcasses.”
“People can be so strange nowadays! Maybe someone’s jealous of Mr. Mu’s steady rise in his career!”
Meanwhile, Mu Sifa reached the floor where he had spotted the familiar figure, his breath labored.
He hesitated, raising his hand to knock on the door but then paused. Countless disappointments had left him hesitant, fearing the potential blow.
Nevertheless, he was convinced he had glimpsed Shang Cijie’s figure, so he mustered the courage to knock.
It marked the first time in Mu Sifa’s life that he felt such nervousness. His heart pounded vigorously, his eyes fixed on the door before him.
Yet, when the door finally opened, Mu Sifa was met with a disappointment he couldn’t bear.
Lin Shuangxia, standing there, glanced at Mu Sifa with mild surprise before quickly vanishing from view.
Mu Sifa managed a bitter smile. It was as he expected; how could Shang Cijie possibly return?