Leng Weiran’s expression grew darker and darker.
He had no choice but to admit that, based on his second daughter’s explanation, everything suddenly made sense.
A mere businessman like him had managed to ‘coincidentally’ learn the itinerary of the Empire’s Marshal. Even if parts of the schedule were public, the fact that the Marshal hadn’t gone to the military district had been leaked from within. If the Marshal hadn’t deliberately allowed it, how could anyone have possibly obtained that information?
If that was truly the case…
Anyone who delivered gifts was essentially walking into their own doom!
Leng Weiran suddenly recalled Leng Yiyao’s half-mocking, half-warning words:
“If you really go now, the Leng family’s story ends this afternoon.”
He hesitated no longer. Picking up his phone, he immediately dialed his son’s number.
Beep—
Beep—beep—
The busy tone repeated endlessly in his ears, like a bottomless swamp dragging him deeper into despair.
The room was eerily silent.
Leng Yirou stared blankly at her father’s grave expression. Then she turned and saw Leng Yiyao casually leaning against the window, gazing at the scenery, completely unbothered. Her heart tightened in confusion.
Was her younger sister deliberately trying to scare them, exaggerating the situation? Or… was this truly as serious as she claimed?
How could she possibly predict the Marshal’s intentions?
Father and brother had been in business for so many years, carefully plotting this gift delivery—was it really self-destruction instead of an opportunity?
Her pupils shrank rapidly, yet her gaze was unfocused. She wanted to grasp something—anything—but realised, in despair, that the other two in the room didn’t even spare her a glance.
Just then, a slightly surprised voice came from the phone:
“Hello?” Leng Chao was startled that his father would call him at this hour.
The call had finally gone through!
Leng Weiran let out a deep sigh of relief. Without time for explanations, he ordered urgently, “No matter where you are right now, drop everything and come back immediately. As for the Marshal—act as if you never knew he was in D City today.”
“What happened?” Leng Chao instinctively sensed something was off. A flood of ominous images flashed through his mind.
“No time to explain. Just come back first.”
Leng Weiran knew his son must have a million questions, but his own mind was already in complete disarray.
Although his father’s voice was urgent, it wasn’t panicked. That reassurance allowed Leng Chao to steady himself. After a brief pause, he responded, “I’m heading back now.”
The call ended. Leng Weiran finally closed his eyes.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too late to turn back.
“I just took my meds. Feeling drowsy. I’ll head upstairs now—call me for dinner.”
Now that everything was settled, Leng Yiyao couldn’t be bothered to wait around for her brother to bombard her with questions.
Healing from injuries required proper sleep. As long as the Leng family didn’t collapse, there was nothing stopping her from taking a good nap.
She yawned, waved lazily, and spoke in a tone that sounded more like a statement than a request for permission.
With that, she turned gracefully and headed for her bedroom on the second floor.
Leng Yirou watched her departing figure and suddenly stood up.
She walked to her father’s side, leaned in, and whispered each word carefully:
“Dad, don’t you think… meimei is completely different from before?”
Not just different.
It was as if she only had the same face, but everything else was unrecognisable!
How did she figure out that the family was planning to get involved in the arms business?
How did she see through the Marshal’s strategy?
No—if what that person had told her before was true, then after Yiyao’s supposed ‘runaway’, she should never have been able to come back alive.
Then this person in front of them…
Who was she?
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