Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
The phone rang many times, but no one picked up. The housekeeper hung up the phone then continued to enter Cheng Weiwan’s phone number again. Just like before, nobody picked up. That was when the housekeeper put the phone down. “Mr. Han, Miss Cheng’s not picking up the phone.”
No one’s picking up?
Han Zhifan furrowed his brows. In the next second, he strode right over to the housekeeper. He grabbed the phone the housekeeper just put down then pressed eleven buttons in one go, giving Cheng Weiwan another call.
It was just as the housekeeper said. After he made the call, it rang many times, but nobody picked up.
Why isn’t she picking up the phone?
Han Zhifan’s brows creased even more fiercely.
The image of her standing by the sidewalk with shuddering shoulders from earlier that afternoon while he was sitting at the cafe suddenly came to mind.
She looked really hurt. She can’t be hiding away by herself to cry, right?
With that thought, the image of her crying under a tree in the garden while he was out for a cigarette one night flashed across Han Zhifan’s eyes.
His heart suddenly ached. The next second, he hung up the phone and walked out the door.
“Mr. Han, your shoes!” The housekeeper instinctively cried out when she saw that Han Zhifan had walked out without shoes.
Han Zhifan ignored the housekeeper and immediately pulled his car door open. He entered and started the car up then slammed on the gas and sped out of the courtyard.
After Han Zhifan left, the housekeeper gave Cheng Weiwan several more calls. Still, no one answered.
Night gradually fell. When it was almost midnight, the sound of a car was heard outside the house.
The housekeeper hurriedly ran out, thinking it was Cheng Weiwan returning home. Who knew that when the car door opened, it would actually be Han Zhifan?
The car hadn’t come to a complete stop when the housekeeper ran out in front of the car. Han Zhifan just opened the door when the housekeeper couldn’t help but cry out,”Mr. Han, did you find Miss Cheng?”
After getting out of the car, Han Zhifan heard this and paused for a moment. “Is she still not back yet?”
“No…” The housekeeper shook her head. “…I just gave her a call. Her phone was turned off.”
Turned off? Did her phone run out of battery or did something happen?
Although crime is low, it’s still a little unsafe for a woman to be out by herself…
He went to all the places he knew she frequented. He even went to Lin Muqing’s house to look for her, but he couldn’t find her, so where did she go?
She had depression. Although things seemed to have been getting a lot better lately, he didn’t know if she would take things too hard after being provoked by Cheng Weiguo.
As that thought drilled into Han Zhifan’s mind, he suddenly pictured Cheng Weiwan jumping from a building, resulting in a pool of blood.
Han Zhifan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Then he pushed past the housekeeper and rushed into the house. He picked up the phone and called Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng must’ve been asleep as his phone rang several times but no one picked up. He pressed the button to hang up then called Lin Sheng’s home number.
The phone rang several times until it was finally picked up. The sound of Lin Sheng’s heavily groggy voice came from the other side. “What?! Did something happen? Calling in the middle of the night…”
Before Lin Sheng could finish speaking, two words escaped Han Zhifan’s mouth. “It’s serious!”
Lin Sheng, who hadn’t quite woken up, instantly woke up. He sluggishly got up. “What happened?”
As his words fell, Han Zhifan heard the rustling sound of clothes from the other side.
