Prepared in Advance
Mu Qingcheng spent a relatively peaceful and carefree period at the Mu family estate.
But unlike what she had imagined, since the day of the “invitation card” spectacle, Ran Siya had not visited again.
Yet deep down, Mu Qingcheng knew that this heiress would never let her off so easily.
Meanwhile, apart from Mu Jingchi, who appeared at the old mansion every day, the other brothers vanished completely after the funeral that day.
Mu Qingcheng was delighted by this lightened atmosphere, and her heart brimmed with joy.
On this particular morning,
After breakfast, Mu Qingcheng, as usual, excused herself to return to her room to read, shutting herself away for the day.
Apart from mealtimes, she rarely left her room.
Such a reserved and disciplined temperament, disinclined to socializing, endeared her deeply to the old master Mu.
In his words, she embodied the ideal grace of a noble young lady.
Yet Mu Qingcheng could only sneer inwardly,
‘I simply inherited this from my mother, and... I have never had much to say to the Mu family.’
On the surface, however, she maintained a faint, almost imperceptible smile, her expression calm and undisturbed.
So much so that it was barely noticeable.
The old master Mu grew increasingly fond of her, and with a generous wave of his hand, bestowed upon Mu Qingcheng an anonymous supplementary card.
One without a spending limit.
Somehow, word of this reached Ran Siya, whose face instantly darkened as malicious intent flickered in her heart.
...
At that moment,
Mu Qingcheng had just returned to her room and barely settled in, when a peculiar vibrating screech reached her ears.
It was a signal designed specifically for her cochlea, audible to no one else.
After locking the door securely, Mu Qingcheng retrieved a tiny communicator from beneath the bathroom sink and slipped it into her ear.
“Hello, Yezi.”
“Boss, the temporary base here is ready. When are you coming to take a look?”
“Mm, got it. I’ll find some time.”
“Aiya—”
Hearing Mu Qingcheng’s voice, colder than usual, Ye Zi grew irritable and couldn’t help but complain,
“Sis, when are we going back? It’s so boring here.”
“Heh~”
Seated by the bay window, Mu Qingcheng looked up at the gloomy, overcast sky and spoke softly,
“What’s wrong? You finally made it to the big city, and you’re not used to it?”
“No matter how nice it is, it’s not as good as our own island. It’s noisy here all day—drives me crazy.”
Ye Zi spoke the truth.
Few would imagine that this handsome young man, rivaling pop stars in appearance, was a weapons expert who could lock himself in his room for a whole month without going out.
Even the cochlear communicator Mu Qingcheng used now was designed by Ye Zi.
Of course, it was also a top-tier technology that “Tracefree” would never sell to outsiders.
...
“I understand. I’ll wrap things up here as soon as possible. Once it’s done, we’ll head straight back.”
“...Alright then.”
Ye Zi exhaled in resignation, agreeing offhandedly.
For he knew better than anyone that the likelihood of this happening was slim.
Given Mu Qingcheng’s temperament...
But just then, Ye Zi seemed to recall something, cleared his throat, changed the subject, and spoke again,
“Boss, reliable sources say the leader of Shadow has returned suddenly. And... apparently, he’s in the same city as you right now.
Do you think... he’s here for us?”
“Oh?”
At these words, the previously bored Mu Qingcheng’s expression brightened.
She pushed up her exaggerated black-rimmed glasses, narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and murmured,
“He’s coveted our weapons for so long, and I intercepted his middleman midway—coming after us makes sense.
But...”
She paused halfway through.
Ye Zi caught her meaning, smiling enigmatically on the other end as he continued,
“So, tell me—are you hatching another wicked plan?”
...