The soft glow of the lamp illuminated every corner of the study.
Seated in a high-end leather chair behind the desk, Mo Xiuchen leaned back lazily. A cigarette rested between his long, slender fingers, its curling smoke casting a hazy veil over his striking features.
His deep, unreadable eyes were fixed on the phone lying on the desk. Earlier, he had called Qin Mu, but there had been no answer. Now, he was waiting for a callback.
Two minutes later, the phone vibrated with a low hum, the sound breaking the silence of the study. Mo Xiuchen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, then picked up the phone at an unhurried pace, pressing the answer button with his long fingers.
"Hello."
"Xiuchen, you were looking for me?"
On the other end of the line, there was a faint background noise—Qin Mu was likely in a bar or some other lively place.
Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "I asked you to investigate Wen Ran before. Did you find out everything?"
"Yeah, I did. Why? Was there something wrong with the report?"
Qin Mu's voice carried a hint of confusion. A shadow flickered in Mo Xiuchen's dark eyes as he replied coolly, "Wen Ran just told me that she also fell ill when she was six and lost all her previous memories. That detail wasn't in your report."
"No way—what a coincidence. Just like Cheng Jia? Both of them sick at six, both losing their memories? Don't tell me she's actually your savior. But she doesn't have a mole on her chin."
Qin Mu was well aware of how differently Mo Xiuchen felt about Wen Ran. Even if the Wen family hadn't suffered that misfortune, even if Mo Zixuan hadn't betrayed her, forcing her into a marriage of convenience, Mo Xiuchen would have still found a way to take her from him.
Mo Xiuchen's brows knitted in frustration. He truly wished Wen Ran had that mole—that she was, indeed, the little girl who had saved him all those years ago. But if she had lost all her childhood memories, how could she possibly answer his questions?
Her parents had died in that tragic accident, and Wen Jin was still in a coma.
"Investigate again. I want to know everything about Wen Ran before she turned six. If I remember correctly, Wen Hongrui wasn't originally from G City—he moved there sixteen years ago. That would have been the year Wen Ran turned six."
"Xiuchen, are you seriously starting to believe Wen Ran is the girl from back then? Then what about Cheng Jia?"
Qin Mu couldn't help but question him. Mo Xiuchen's instincts had always been sharp, but this was almost too unbelievable.
"Even if she isn't, uncovering the truth might help us find out who was behind Wen Hongrui and his wife's deaths."
Mo Xiuchen's voice was icy. Wen Hongrui had been known as a man of integrity in the business world, well-respected for his honesty and good reputation. Yet someone had wanted to wipe out his entire family…
Since he had married Wen Ran, it was his responsibility to find out who had murdered her parents. More importantly, the people behind it hadn't just targeted Wen Hongrui and his wife—they had also wanted to kill Wen Jin and Wen Ran.
"Alright, I'll keep digging."
Qin Mu agreed readily. The background noise from earlier had disappeared, replaced by the sound of footsteps—he had likely stepped out of the bar.
"This weekend, if you're free, take a trip to Wen Hongrui's hometown. You might uncover some clues."
Mo Xiuchen added after a moment's thought. Qin Mu, who had just reached the parking lot, frowned in mild annoyance. He silently complained to himself but still replied with a begrudging, "Alright." It seemed he would have to cancel his date.
Ignoring the reluctance in Qin Mu's tone, Mo Xiuchen smirked in satisfaction. At that moment, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening outside. Quickly, he gave Qin Mu one last reminder before ending the call.