Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“You’re lying, little guy.” Ye Lanchen’s voice that passed through the phone sounded nonchalant yet every word he spoke reeked with intimidation.
His tone was affirmative, instead of skeptical.
Chu Wuyou realized the owner of that voice almost immediately. She thought she was hallucinating; Ye Lanchen was speaking to Zhimo on the phone?
What the hell was happening?
Her whole body froze the moment she heard the words that came out from Ye Lanchen’s mouth.
Ye Lanchen said that Zhimo was lying?
Why would Ye Lanchen make that accusation? What did Zhimo say to him?
Chu Wuyou dared not speak up because Zhimo’s phone was on loudspeaker mode at that moment. Any sound she made would be transmitted over to Ye Lanchen’s ears through the phone, loud as thunder.
Fortunately, she had not made a noise since entering the room. She came into the room, puzzled when she discovered Zhixi leaning down on the ground unharmed, as she failed to make sense of the girl’s loud cry.
Chu Wuyou did not give a second thought when she noticed Zhimo on the phone because she reckoned the boy was only speaking to her seniors.
Zhimo had always been his own boss and he was much more sensible in comparison to his peers, hence she always had a different parenting approach with the child; letting him do as he pleased.
Qin Yutong was stunned upon witnessing Chu Wuyou’s terrified reaction.
“Ye Lanchen.” Chu Wuyou silently mouthed to Qin Yutong.
Qin Yutong was always the quick-witted one when being positioned in a dire situation as such. “Who’s on the line?” She yelled at no one in particular.
“I wanted to call father but I dialed the wrong number.” Tang Zhimo understood Qin Yutong’s intention in a matter of seconds and quickly replied in a soft voice laced with fear.
“You should’ve hung up the phone the second you realized that you got the wrong number. How many times have I told you that you shouldn’t speak to strangers? What did you say to him? What if he’s a bad guy that’s trying to lure information out of you? So he can come breaking into our house or abducting you to threaten us for money? Hang up the phone right now.” Qin Yutong portrayed the role of a philistine housewife to perfection.
“OK,” Tang Zhimo answered passively and finally hung up the call.
After being bombed savagely by the reproach on the phone, Ye Lanchen narrowed his eyes as he stared at the screen of his phone. He was convinced there was something fishy about this.
“Phew, we were so close to being caught.” The minute Tang Zhimo hung up the phone, Qin Yutong’s legs turned to jelly and she quickly laid down on the floor. She regarded Chu Wuyou and enquired, “What do you think? Will he buy it?”
“Not entirely.” Chu Wuyou’s expression darkened. Based on her understanding of Ye Lanchen, she reckoned it would take more than that to deceive the man.
“So what should we do? Momo, did you reveal any information to him?” Qin Yutong darted her eyes toward Tang Zhimo.
“No, absolutely nothing. I only fed him false information and told him godmother’s name when he asked about my mom. I’m confident that I didn’t disclose any important details.” Tang Zhimo shook his hand in the air. His face fell a little when he detected the grave expression that had taken over his mother’s face.
He feared nothing on earth except for angering his mother.
“That’s good, right? There’s nothing we can do if he doesn’t believe it. Anyway, there’s no chance he could locate us or find out who made this phone call.” Qin Yutong finally released the breath she did not realize she was holding.
“Why did you call him?” Surprised and bewildered, Chu Wuyou landed her gaze on her son. Why would Tang Zhimo call Ye Lanchen?
“It was an accident,” Tang Zhimo replied almost immediately.
Chu Wuyou did not inquire further. She believed her son whole-heartedly.
However, a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in her mind. “Tang Zhimo, you called him using your phone number that’s registered to Country M.”
Everything would be revealed once Ye Lanchen initiated his investigation.
