Supper Baby

004 Yuan Xing

After leaving the room, Lily headed straight for Xu Piao's chamber

Having just finished comforting her punished son, Xu Piao was in a foul mood.

Her two children were a constant source of worry. Tan Yi, her son from her previous marriage, shared no blood ties with the Tan family. If the old man ever truly lost his temper, the boy would undoubtedly be cast out.

Still, at least the accident had occurred in a remote location, and the news was tightly contained. It wouldn't affect public opinion or cause Tan Yi to lose fans.

"Madam, sorry to disturb you." Lily knocked and entered.

Seeing her arrive, Xu Piao assumed she had come to accept the offer.

Well, if the accident couldn't be covered up, at least planting a spy next to Tan Mo should have been achievable.

She picked up the voice recorder and placed it in an inconspicuous spot.

"You're here. Have you made your decision?"

Lily simply bowed. "I'm sorry, Madam, I cannot agree to what you proposed."

This answer.

For a split second, Xu Piao's smile cracked.

Though she didn't know the reason, she realized this plan had been thwarted by Tan Mo yet again.

"I know. You can leave now.." She waved her hand, dismissing her.

No point in pressing further.

If she couldn't buy off the personal maid, there were always other servants—though the information she could gather would be more limited.

Sitting on the sofa, propping her head with her hand, Xu Piao's expression turned grave.

Wang Chuyan's biological daughter—just as infuriating as her mother had been.

On her first day, she'd caused her son to be punished. Within two hours, she'd ruined another one of her plans. If let her stay in this house any longer—who knew what other trouble she'd stir up?

But then again, this so-called "true heiress" had been raised outside for so many years. On the surface, she seemed fine—but who knew? Maybe at some high-society banquet, she'd freeze up and embarrass.

Xu Piao glanced at the birthday party invitation in her hand, a smile curling at her lips once more.

She couldn't do anything to the girl directly for now. But if the girl couldn't fit into high society—well, that wouldn't be her fault, would it?

At this very moment.

Tan Mo's hands rested on the computer keyboard. Then, almost instinctively, she began to manipulate the device.

The moment she thought about accessing the accident files on Xu Piao's computer, her hands moved faster than her mind.

It was as if the laptop before her had become an extension of her own body—one signal from her brain, and an immediate response followed.

It seemed that even before losing her memory, she'd been skilled with computers—and after losing it, the know-how remained.

Soon, the photos and footage from the time of the accident were transferred onto her own computer.

Most of the photos focused on Tan Yi himself; the ones showing her after being hit were mostly blurry, and even after enhancement, they offered few clues.

She clicked open the video.

The footage came from a convenience store security camera on the roadside. After being restored with software, it clearly showed her state just before crossing the street.

She stood on the opposite side of the road, animatedly talking on her phone with someone. Then she hung up, walked into the middle of the crosswalk—and a moment later, was sent flying by a speeding car.

Her phone had disappeared somewhere in the chaos.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

The surveillance image was too grainy to make out her expression.

All she knew was that at the time of the accident, she hadn't been carrying any large luggage—which meant her original home was likely right here in Jiangqi City.

"Good to know."

She certainly wanted to recover her memories as soon as possible, but fatigue washed over her. She shut down the computer, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

At 11 Harbor Street, a fashion design studio operated.

It was eleven at night, the shop was closed.

Yuan Xing entered, turned on the light, and dejectedly set down the things in his hand on the table.

A disheveled head popped up from the single sofa in the studio.

"Brother, what about the mints I asked for?" Huaisheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, leaning against the back of the sofa.

"The supermarket was closed." Yuan Xing handed her the cake in his hand. "Cheesecake—want some?"

This was the very cake he had intended to give to his hospitalized girlfriend. Now, brought back untouched, combined with his dejected expression, it was clear today's hospital visit had hit a snag.

"Did she get mad?" She quickly tore open the cake box and dug in with a spoon.

"No," Yuan Xing said, placing the sunflowers into a vase before sinking onto the sofa. "The nurse told me she'd been discharged and taken back by her family."

Huai sheng kept eating the cake. "Isn't that a good thing?"

The girl had found her family—that was a positive development.

"The nurse was tight-lipped. I asked, but she wouldn't tell me who her family was." Yuan Xing rubbed his temples, troubled.

Ever since the accident, he'd wanted to see her. Why was it so difficult?

"Isn't that simple?"

"Simple? How?"

"Just flash your credentials," Huaisheng said, demonstrating with theatrical bravado. "Hey, nurse, I'm the eleventh young master of the Fang family in the capital. Tell me where that woman went right now."

Yuan Xing watched her thuggish performance and shook his head.

"Sister, stop messing around. You know I promised my family—I can’t reveal my identity casually."

His family had agreed to let him leave, but only under a few conditions, one of which was not revealing who he was, unless necessary.

Huaisheng had no choice but to console him. "Alright, then let fate take its course. Don't worry—I calculated your fortunes online, and your zodiac signs say you're destined to meet again."

"I believe in science, not electronic fortune-tellers." Yuan Xing frowned.

"Then try this—according to this astrology magazine, your constellation should socialize more this month and visit friends—it'll increase your chances of encountering love." Huaisheng pulled out another magazine.

He was even more speechless. "You really mix Eastern and Western fortune-telling, don't you?"

The conversation ended there.

Huaisheng pulled an invitation from the stack of mail on the coffee table. "Got this today—Jiang Tingfang's birthday party at the end of the month. Want to go and try your luck?"

"I'm flying to Chaizhou with Hai Ge that day. You have fun. I've already picked out a gift—you can take it for me."

Frustrated, he wiped his face and headed upstairs.

Knowing how important that day was, Huaisheng had no objections. After listening to his instructions, she placed the invitation on the coffee table, changed into a simple, lightweight tracksuit in the studio's dressing room, and headed out.

Her routine was different from her boss's , she preferred going out late at night to get some exercise.

Upstairs from the studio was a simply decorated little room, carefully designed to feel cozy and inviting.

Yuan Xing sat at his desk.

On the table lay a phone with a shattered screen , one he'd tracked via GPS and found in a trash can. Using that lead, it had taken him some time to figure out which hospital she'd been taken to.

He'd wanted to surprise her, but fate hadn't allowed them to reunite.

Put away the broken phone and lay down on the bed.

Since her family had taken her home, that meant her life was no longer in danger , for now, at least, he didn't need to worry.

"Perhaps I can rest easy for now," he told himself.

The accident had happened in Jiangqi City, and her family was here too. That meant there had to be clues that would lead him to her.

Yuan Xing closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.