Fu Lei stood at the door, exchanging glances with the two other officers. Yet, none of them dared to disobey the Marshal’s command. They remained rigidly at their posts, their expressions tense as the sound of impact against the door grew heavier with each strike. Fu Lei’s brows furrowed tightly, but he clenched his teeth and didn’t move an inch.
“You’re the youngest daughter of the Leng family?”
Fu Lei had already received all of Leng Yiyao’s information on his phone. He had glanced through it while sitting in the car on the way back. He hadn’t thought much of it then, but now, looking at this young girl standing so close, a strange sense of absurdity crept into his mind.
She was brought here by a stranger, yet she didn’t even look surprised?
“That’s right.”
She figured by now, they had probably dug up every last detail about her family history—maybe even flipped through the records of her ancestors. Asking this now—what was the point? After all, it was he who had dragged her directly from the Leng family earlier.
Still, even if they dug up her entire lineage, they would never guess the truth.
Her body was real—but her soul had long departed.
Leng Yiyao silently lit a candle in her heart for the original owner of this body—the girl who had been betrayed and executed under the orders of the Second Prince, Lu Ming.
“He Mo! Come out!”
As the two of them spoke, a sudden shout erupted from outside the door.
Unfortunately for the man outside, the soundproofing of the suite was excellent. Inside the room, the voice was muffled and distorted.
Still, both He Mo and Leng Yiyao had hearing far superior to ordinary people.
Understanding that the one shouting at the door was Lu Chen, the First Prince, wasn’t difficult at all.
He Mo remained as unmoving as ice, his expression unreadable, as if a mere stray dog was barking at the door. Leng Yiyao, on the other hand, didn’t react at all. That person outside wasn’t here to cause her trouble—so why should she care?
“Your Highness! Your Highness! I deeply apologize!” At that moment, the hotel’s senior management finally arrived, rushing over in a panic. They didn’t even have time to wipe their sweat as they anxiously hurried to the suite’s entrance. Bowing low, they frantically tried to appease Lu Chen while stealing nervous glances at the door.
Thank god. Thank god. The hotel had spent a fortune on renovations. Even after so much pounding, the door remained solidly intact. If something had gone wrong—if the Marshal had been disturbed while staying in their hotel…
Just imagining the consequences made them feel like their heads were about to roll.
“Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you block my way?”
Lu Chen’s voice suddenly dropped to a chilling low, carrying a sinister, oppressive arrogance.
Then came the sounds of hurried apologies—knees hitting the ground—one after another, a chaotic mess of voices that quickly became indistinguishable.
Leng Yiyao couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
She was truly curious—how exactly had this First Prince earned his father’s favor?
With intelligence like this…
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
“You know the man outside?”
Just as she was silently mourning for someone’s IQ, He Mo’s deep voice suddenly rang out.
Leng Yiyao’s smile immediately vanished.
Shock!
That was the only thing she felt in that moment.
This man’s observational skills were sharper than anyone she had ever encountered.
Given the Leng family’s status as a prominent business clan, even if she had never met any royal family members in person, it was natural for her to recognize the First Prince’s face from newspapers, magazines, and digital media.
However, her reaction just now—was too natural.
She had treated the person at the door like he was nothing more than a clown.
For someone from the common populace, who was expected to revere the royal family, this reaction was… far too strange.
She remained silent for a moment, then slowly shifted her gaze toward the man seated on the bed.
The luxurious suite, the masterfully designed lighting, the dazzling decor—none of it could compare to the casual intensity of his gaze.
And then—she suddenly smiled.
A smile as enchanting as Su Daji’s from ancient legends—a smile that could bring nations to ruin.
“Of course, I know him.”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
“Not only do I know him—I also know that half the reason he’s here looking for you… is because of me.”
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