Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 387: Getting Closer

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Getting Closer

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"Do you think the Royal Cruise is just any random place?"

With a shrill scream, Shang Yueling, who was just standing up, was abruptly pushed over the railing. In panic, she tightly clung to the barrier with both hands.

"Help!" She screamed toward the other guests on the balcony, pleading for aid.

Lu Xining stood right in front of her, leisurely smoothing out her skirt, then asked, "Do you see it clearly now?"

The guests Shang Yueling had assumed would surely criticize Lu Xining instead revealed expressions of admiration, their faces filled with an amused interest, showing no intention whatsoever of assisting her in her predicament.

"Everyone aboard isn’t exactly a saint. Did you really think they would rescue you?"

"Forget about the strangers here. Just look at the smile on Zhuang Tian’s face—doesn’t it seem even brighter than when she’s in front of you?"

Following her words, Shang Yueling indeed saw exactly what she described.

She felt as though her entire worldview had been shattered. She had assumed her efforts to frame Lu Xining would damage Shang Lvxing’s impression of her, but seeing Shang Lvxing’s indifferent expression at this moment made her heart sink to the depths of the ocean.

He truly didn’t care about her in the slightest. This man had coldness running in his veins!

The balcony door was pushed open from the inside. Ji Muye stepped out holding a brand-new shawl provided by the cruise for all guests. His movements were gentle as he draped it over Lu Xining’s shoulders, ignoring Shang Yueling’s desperate gaze for help.

"It’s cold outside. You don’t need to do it yourself."

Lu Xining didn’t feel cold. On the contrary, she felt a surge of violent energy coursing through her veins, as though she wanted to obliterate the woman in front of her.

This feeling wasn’t right...

She abruptly realized the turbulence in her emotions, as if some force was compelling her anger forward.

The thrill that bubbled up from seeing the other party flustered and suffering brought an invigorating sense of ecstasy, like breathing fresh oxygen.

Frowning deeply, Lu Xining contemplated until suddenly she felt an itch in the palm of her hand. Someone was writing in her palm. She looked up and met Ji Muye’s meaningful gaze, and slowly released her grip.

Under the cover of the shawl draped over her hand, Ji Muye discreetly wrote two words into her palm: [Chemical Influence].

That was it! This strange sensation resembled being under the effect of certain emotion-amplifying chemical agents, designed to amplify anger in an instant and achieve gratification through violent actions.

But when had she been drugged?

She had been cautious throughout the journey and hadn’t smelled anything unusual.

Shang Yueling, now almost out of strength, hung precariously. Shang Lvxing called for staff to pull her back up.

Ji Muye escorted Lu Xining back into the room, his peripheral gaze briefly sweeping across several individuals among the surrounding guests. The chilling edge in his eyes sharpened.

Inside the room, the temperature was more than sufficient, and the shawl felt a bit too warm.

Just as Lu Xining was about to remove it, Ji Muye said, "Wait a moment."

Taking advantage of the wide coverage of the shawl over her shoulders, Ji Muye reached for the wristband on Lu Xining’s wrist, and replaced it with one identical to her previous band.

Though he didn’t explain anything, Lu Xining instinctively understood the reasoning behind his move.

This wristband had been left behind by her earlier when she was tailing Lott. She had placed it in the corner of the banquet hall with her handbag, making it appear as though she had gone to the restroom but accidentally left her belongings behind.

The contents of the handbag had been securely strapped to the inside of her thigh.

When she returned, she deliberately made a show of looking anxious about finding her handbag. Upon retrieving it from the corner of the sofa, she chose an angle that faced the surveillance cameras, revealing a relieved smile.

She then deliberately placed the wristband back on her wrist in full view of the surveillance cameras.

On the Royal Cruise, all transactions relied on these wristbands, which functioned as passes. Without one, many areas were inaccessible.

After removing the wristband from her wrist, Ji Muye used a specialized tool to deactivate its signal.

He leaned forward slightly, close to her ear, and whispered, "Don’t move. There are things I need to tell you that can avoid the surveillance cameras."

"The wristbands have embedded tracking systems. If they leave the wearer’s body for more than ten minutes, they trigger an alert in the monitoring systems."

"Earlier, when you removed your wristband and left, three groups of people immediately began circling the spot where you placed it. They clearly noticed you didn’t take it with you. Fortunately, you returned quickly enough. Otherwise, you would’ve already become their primary target."

He spoke rapidly and deliberately kept his head low to avoid detection of his lip movements by the overhead cameras. His voice was almost a murmur, so faint that even Lu Xining, who was close enough, struggled to hear clearly.

She inclined her head slightly closer, trying to catch his words more accurately.

Ji Muye’s lips curled into a faint smile but quickly restrained it, feigning serious composure.

From a distance, their posture resembled two lovers locked in an embrace.

In reality, only the two of them knew that their bodies weren’t touching at all.

"Will the replacement wristband go unnoticed?"

Ji Muye’s lip quirked with a hint of pride. "Ningning, you’re not the only one with someone like Haozi on your side—I have my own counterparts too."

Lu Xining: "..." He seemed genuinely proud of himself.

Scanning the surrounding area, Ji Muye took note of gazes discreetly cast in their direction, then subtly adjusted his position to make it seem as if the two were caught up in an intimate moment, unnoticed by others.

"As long as they don’t physically take your wristband and disassemble it for inspection, everything about it will appear the same as theirs."

His voice was gruff and low, his gaze intense.

Because their proximity was so close, the warm breath of his words landed on her ear, creating an overly intimate sensation that left Lu Xining feeling slightly uneasy.

She stepped back half a pace, lowering her voice to say, "Understood."

At that moment, she noticed Cheng Cang entering from outside. He had been absent before the banquet began, and now appeared somewhat disheveled. She observed something amiss about his gait.

Lu Xining murmured, "I’ll head over there. Thank you."

As she approached Cheng Cang, a strong metallic scent of blood met her senses.

However, he abruptly moved in the opposite direction, seemingly creating distance between them to convey a specific public impression.

As they passed one another, Cheng Cang used ventriloquism to speak to her: "Don’t come near me. Be careful of the ones behind me."

When Lu Xining heard these words, her gaze locked with the man who had entered behind him.

Lott stood at the entrance, arms crossed.

Behind him were multiple black-clad bodyguards, their expressions smug. As his eyes met hers, Lott deliberately glanced toward Cheng Cang’s direction, a faint, ambiguous smile curving his lips. He said, "Beautiful Miss Dongfang, the climax of the festivities is about to begin. I would advise you not to leave."