Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife
Chapter 105 Mrs. Xiao’s Identity Begins to Be Exposed (1)

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Mrs. Xiao’s Identity Begins to Be Exposed (1)

It was already completely dark. The rooftop of the high-rise building was exposed, and the cold wind cut through the air as if it were a knife scraping across the skin.

Tang Qingzhong took off his suit jacket and offered it to Gu Nuan, "Wear this."

Gu Nuan shook her head; she had an extra women’s suit jacket with her that could also block the wind.

Seeing her lips turn white from the wind, Tang Qingzhong regretfully clutched his head and said, "I should have listened to you—"

Whether someone intentionally locked the rooftop door or not, had they chosen not to linger here at the beginning and instead gone downstairs, they wouldn’t be trapped now.

"Senior, don’t blame yourself." Gu Nuan consoled him, "Let’s keep looking up here."

"Looking for what?" Tang Qingzhong only remembered that he had already searched the rooftop once for evidence and just as she had said, found nothing.

Gu Nuan maintained a hint of calm at the corner of her mouth amidst the cold wind, "Let’s see if there’s a missed corner where we can get a phone signal. I’m worried that even the team leader might not be able to come back to find us."

They had been waiting on the rooftop for over an hour, and it was now seven-thirty. Logically, if Fang Yongxing had noticed they hadn’t returned to the company, he should have come back to check on them, realizing they were trapped on the rooftop in a matter of seconds. After all, Fang Yongxing was the only person who knew they were at the construction site.

Would the people at the company become suspicious when they didn’t return? However, it was very unlikely.

Mainly because it was common for company employees to be unable to return and clock out after working off-site, and so, when the three of them left for the task, they had already informed people at the company.

The people at the company should know they weren’t skiving off, and would think they had simply gone straight home after finishing their work rather than returning to the company.

After hearing Gu Nuan’s words, Tang Qingzhong’s heart twisted into a knot, "The team leader has been quiet until now; could it be—?"

As they spoke, both forgot about their own predicament and started to worry about Fang Yongxing instead.

Had Fang Yongxing not realized they’d returned, or worse, had something happened to him?

The more they thought about it, the more worried they became, but right now, unable to leave themselves or contact anyone else, how could they check on Fang Yongxing?

Gu Nuan looked out over the pitch-dark construction site, a harbinger of an uncertain future.

The construction site seemed to have closed up a bit early today; all the workers appeared to have left, which was strange. Why had work suddenly stopped?

Using the light from his mobile phone’s screen, Tang Qingzhong once again cast light below the building. It was deserted, without even a cat passing by.

How odd.

They had communicated with the site personnel when they first arrived, and there had been no mention of a special reason for the early closure.

For tightly scheduled construction projects like this, the contractors usually worked day and night. Moreover, Changda had a good reputation for not defaulting on payments to builders in order to avoid affecting the progress of the work.

It was not just a chill that Tang Qingzhong felt in his heart; it was the cold wind buffeting him.

Gu Nuan raised her mobile phone high, repeatedly searching every nook on the rooftop, looking for a spot where a phone signal could be found.

This was their only means of calling for help.

The wind was too strong, and the construction site too large. Screaming for help would be masked by the wind, and with the locals fearful of ghosts, no one would come; nobody would hear them. It was better to save their energy for something else.

After walking around twice, Gu Nuan found something in a corner that seemed useful—a large torn piece of canvas that was sufficient to write a message on for rescue.

Regarding how to send a distress signal, Gu Nuan had thought about taking off her own shirt, writing a message on it, and tossing it with the wind. The main point being that a piece of paper, if thrown out, would not attract as much attention as a large cloth.