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Yan Yulong returned to the banquet hall but could not find Xia Xihe. He grabbed a waiter and asked, "Hey, where's the boy who came with me?"
"Uh?" The waiter was taken aback and quickly replied, "I think I saw him go looking for Mr. Wu..."
"Wu Xin?" Yan Yulong recalled that he had indeed told Xia Xihe to seek out Wu Xin if he needed anything. He immediately instructed the waiter to call Wu Xin over for questioning: "Where did Xihe go?"
"Third Young Master, your friend said he wanted to go to the restroom, so I had someone take him there..."
"How long has he been gone?"
"Almost fifteen minutes..."
"Still not back?" Yan Yulong furrowed his brow, and Wu Xin hurriedly said:
"I'll call someone to check on him..."
"No need, I'll go look for him myself." A bad feeling rose in Yan Yulong's heart as he quickly ran into the main room...
Xia Xihe stood outside, lost in thought as he gazed at a painting.
It was a half-life-sized oil painting of a beautiful woman. Xia Xihe was instantly captivated by her vividly portrayed melancholic eyes, and he unconsciously walked closer.
The woman in the painting appeared to be in her twenties; she was slender with long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a black silk robe, sitting on a Wicker Chair, with a rose garden in the background.
It was evident that the weather was lovely when the painting was created, with bright sunshine illuminating the scene. Yet, this beauty wore a sorrowful expression, her eyes gazing dreamily into the distance, and her pale pink lips showed no hint of a smile.
The most distinctive feature of her face was a beauty mark beneath her left eye. Xia Xihe had heard from his grandmother when he was young that having such a mark at the corner of one's eye indicated bad fortune; people with it were often sentimental and prone to tears, leading to a tumultuous fate. From the look in the woman's eyes, it seemed to confirm this saying perfectly.
Xia Xihe stood in front of the painting for five minutes before finally coming to his senses.
At that moment, he noticed that there were also some small frames hanging near the portrait, and the tables and cabinets in the room were filled with photographs.
Unable to resist, Xia Xihe took a closer look and realized that they were all family photos of Yan Yulong and his family.
One of the photos was a group picture of the four fathers and sons. He first recognized Yan Yulong's father, who looked just like Yan Yuhao when he was young, but with an added fierce aura.
The boy on his left must be Yan Yuhao, while the one standing at the front was little Yan Yulong, who must have been only three years old at that time, barely reaching his father's thigh.
"Hehe... I didn't expect him to be so cute when he was little..." Xia Xihe couldn't help but chuckle at his round, chubby little face.
He recognized these three, but who was the little girl? Xia Xihe looked puzzled at the girl standing to the right of Yan Junhong; he remembered that Yan Yulong didn't have a sister...
He looked up at the portrait again and felt that this girl resembled that beautiful woman in black... Suddenly, it dawned on him—could this be Yan Yulong's older brother?
Xia Xihe was taken aback and quickly glanced at the other photos. Most of the remaining pictures were of their brothers growing up; aside from Yan Yulong and Yan Yuhao, there were quite a few photos of that "little girl."
He searched and finally found a photo of the "little girl" grown up—a handsome young man wearing a doctoral robe and cap.
"Wow... is it really his older brother?" Xia Xihe was dumbfounded. He had thought that Yan Yulong's older brother would be a commanding emperor-like figure like his Second Brother, but unexpectedly, he looked so... feminine...
However, saying feminine wasn't quite right; Yan Yulong's older brother was actually quite handsome, especially after growing up. Just looking into those eyes made it clear he was not someone to mess with—definitely not someone easy to bully.
From this perspective, the beautiful woman in the oil painting must be Yan Yulong's mother.
"His mother is really beautiful..." Xia Xihe sighed, but there was only this one portrait of her here; no other photos were available.
Although Xia Xihe had not particularly investigated, he vaguely felt that Yan Yulong's mother must have already passed away. Otherwise, she would not miss such an important occasion as her husband's birthday. Moreover, he had never heard Yan Yulong mention anything about his mother...
Xia Xihe glanced again at the beauty in the painting. What a pity... Such a beautiful person, yet her life was so short. Is this what they call a tragic beauty?
Just as he was lost in thought, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a questioning voice:
"Who ran in there?"
Xia Xihe jumped in fright. He instinctively looked around, and a shadow was cast on the floor by the door. The person outside was about to come in! He hurriedly hid behind a curtain against the wall.
The one who entered was an old servant with half-white hair. He held a flashlight and shone it around the dim room, shouting sternly:
"Is someone in here? Come out quickly!"
Xia Xihe thought to himself that he must have trespassed into a "forbidden area." At this moment, he absolutely could not be caught.
He covered his mouth and dared not breathe as he shrank behind the curtain. Through the gap in the fabric, he saw the old servant checking under the table, and it looked like he was about to come this way.
Xia Xihe silently screamed in his heart: Please don’t come over here! Once you leave, I’ll just leave immediately!
The old servant's footsteps began to approach... Xia Xihe's heart raced, and cold sweat broke out.
He unconsciously shrank back, pressing his back against the wall.
A protruding nail on the wall snagged his bow tie, but Xia Xihe had no time to care because the old servant was shining his flashlight on the edge of the curtain. He tried hard to tiptoe and press himself against the wall.
The old servant reached out a hand, preparing to pull back the curtain...
Xia Xihe's heart tightened as she pressed her elbow firmly against the wall. At that moment, the previously smooth wall suddenly caved in, creating a square pit—this was a trap! Before Xia Xihe could react, the floor beneath her feet cracked open with a sound and split apart, revealing a hollow space.
"Ugh..." Xia Xihe barely had time to let out a short cry of despair before she fell into the hole.
Beep...
The ruby ring on Yan Junhong's ring finger emitted a flash of light as he sat up naked on the deep blue bed. He stared at the ring, his expression darkening.
He rolled off the bed and pulled a robe from the rack to drape over himself.
The naked woman lying on the bed looked at his tall figure disappearing through the door, gasping for breath. Outside, a bodyguard questioned:
"Boss, how should we deal with that woman inside?"
"Just clean it up before I return," Yan Junhong replied coldly, leaving only those words behind before his footsteps faded away.
Swish—Old Servant pulled back the curtain. He shook the flashlight in his hand; there was nothing behind the curtain, and the wall was as flat as ever. However, a silver-gray bowtie hung on a nail.
Old Servant took down the bowtie and squinted to examine it closely...
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