After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 391 - 275: Wooden Butterfly

Chapter 391: Chapter 275: Wooden Butterfly

"...Give me a little more time, please," came a moment’s hesitation from the other end, "just two more days."

"Aren’t you touted as the leading private detective on the entire North Island? It’s been three days and you haven’t found a shred of information?" Shangguan Nanxian frowned tiredly as she lay in bed, her mind blank, listening to the detective’s evasive answers. Her heart was in turmoil. Finding Tang Xi was urgent, and launching the new round of the jewelry contest smoothly was even more critical, but if Tang Xi couldn’t be found...

How would she explain this to Fu Tingzhou.

Shangguan Nanxian’s gaze turned cold, "Alright, I will give you three more days. I want a result after three days!"

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On the other end, the private detective was in a bind.

After all, he had made a promise to Ning Daisu and taken the money.

This was hush money, and in this line of work, one’s reputation was everything. Once you promise to keep silent, you keep silent, but he had a good relationship with the Shangguan Group. Over the past three years, he had accepted several tasks from them, and the pay was always good.

He certainly didn’t want to jeopardize his long-term prospects over a Ning Daisu.

He hesitated for only a few minutes before immediately taking out his cell phone to dial a number, "I’ve got some information that I can sell to you, but don’t tell anyone it was me who told you. Find some time to slip the information to Lin Ke, the chief assistant of President Nanxian."

"Such significant news and you’re telling me? Name your price," came the response.

"I don’t want money."

"You don’t want money, tsk tsk, that doesn’t sound like you at all," the man’s hearty voice came from the other end. "Alright then, consider that I owe you a favor. Just say the word if you need anything in the future."

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Tang Xi had spent several days in the fishing village and had learned how to weave fishing nets.

How to process the fish, how to distinguish between the different species of fish, whether they are from saltwater or freshwater.

All these were taught to her by Liang Zheng.

She hadn’t expected that Liang Zheng, who seemed slow-witted, was actually very familiar with the seaside having been exposed to it from childhood.

The two stood at the mouth of the village by the sea, watching the fishing boats return and sorting the catch.

"What about this one? This big fish, is it valuable?" Tang Xi asked, pointing at a half-meter-long, all-black fish that had just been caught.

Liang Zheng scratched his head, "This is a deep-water fish. Grandma said it’s generally used by big restaurants. We don’t eat it ourselves, but it’s very tasty and flavorful."

Liang Zheng was much taller than she was; Tang Xi had to tilt her head slightly to talk to him, "Have you eaten it before?"

"Hehe, once. Grandma made fish soup with it. Because, because its surface was damaged by a harpoon, it didn’t look good for sale, and the merchants didn’t want it, so we just kept it for ourselves."

Tang Xi nodded.

In the village, young people would go out to sea to fish, and it was peak season now. The boats came weekly, and every household in the village got a share. Liang Zheng and Tang Xi carried their portion of the fish back to Feng Jiamei’s house.

Feng Jiamei was washing clothes at home. Seeing Tang Xi and Liang Zheng return, she didn’t stop working and instructed Liang Zheng to quickly marinate the smaller fish and preserve the rest.

Feng Jiamei glanced at Tang Xi, seeming dissatisfied with her doing no work, but there was nothing she could do about it. As long as Tang Xi didn’t think about running away and just quietly stayed with Liang Zheng, that was fine.

Right now, she was just hoping for the village chief to quickly return and put the final touch on their marriage.

A day passed, and after dinner, Tang Xi felt bored. These few days in the village felt like a drearily long lifetime. She had no cell phone; neither did Liang Zheng, and certainly not Feng Jiamei.

There was only an old-fashioned landline phone at home.

Liang Zheng suddenly came over, "I’ll take you to a nice place."

He grinned mysteriously, as if he was revealing a treasure.

Tang Xi thought he was going to take her out for a walk in the village.

But she did not expect...

Liang Zheng took her up to the rooftop.

Liang Zheng happily introduced her to his ’Treasure’, as he liked carving wood. There was a little place of his own on the rooftop, along with his carving knife, wood-carved butterflies, and little birds he had finished sculpting.

He handed a butterfly to Tang Xi, smiling shyly and happily, "Take a look, this is for you, Xixi."

Tang Xi looked into his eyes; they were bright and pure.

Then she lowered her gaze to the wooden butterfly in her hand, roughly the size of her palm, merely carved from ordinary wood, not any precious type of wood. It seemed freshly carved, with rough edges and splinters yet to be smoothed, but the carving was done exquisitely, lifelike.

She whispered softly, "For