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Chapter 1037 - 730 Evaporation (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 1037: 730 Evaporation (Thanks for the tip!)_2

The elderly man tentatively asked,

Ding He, already steadfast at heart, moved his lips slightly and smiled, "Pretty good."

"That’s good to hear."

The elderly man breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "You’re both not young anymore, having been married for so many years, have you ever considered when you might have children?"

"Dad, I’m currently focused on my career and can’t spare any extra energy."

"No matter how busy the career is, you can’t neglect the family. Children are the strongest bond between husband and wife. Without children, a family is always incomplete."

"Dad, I know. You want to hold your grandson, don’t you?"

"Hehe, to tell the truth, sometimes when I go out for walks and see those foreign babies, I really do like them."

Speaking, the old man paused, "But even if you had children, by that time I’m afraid it wouldn’t be up to your mother and me to take care of them."

A man.

A body seven feet tall.

His most basic responsibility is not to allow his parents to be humiliated.

But what had he done?

Even if this office is high, spacious, and imposing, what good is it?

"Dad, are you still blaming me? If you had been more resolute back then, like disowning me, maybe I would have listened to you."

"I am your father, and you are my son, but I don’t have the right to control your life. Can I, as a father, really desperately try to stop the path you choose to walk?"

"So you’d rather suffer?"

The old man smiled, "Being a parent is like repaying a debt. When you’re a father, you’ll probably understand."

Ding He smiled as well, but the corners of his eyes were moist and reddened.

However, as a top lawyer, the true feelings in his heart did not show in his tone.

"Where’s Mom?"

He changed the subject.

"She’s gone dancing. Your mother is talented; she has formed a dance troupe here, leading those Italian grandmothers all over the streets."

"Mom is always full of energy."

"Isn’t that the truth."

"Dad, I’ll leave it here for now. I’m flying to Germany today to handle some things, and then I’ll head over."

"Alright, what about Fang Ai? Is she coming with you?"

Ding He’s smile remained unchanged, "I’m going to Germany for work, how could I bring her."

"Hm, well, get to it."

"Dad, see you in a few days."

Ding He put down the phone, raised his head, looked at the ceiling, slowly exhaled, pushing back the surge of emotions. He then wiped the corners of his eyes, sat down behind his desk, turned on the computer, and wrote a timed email but didn’t work on anything else, just saved it.

Then, he lowered his head, his hands resting on the desktop, fingers intertwined, constantly fidgeting.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

The office door was knocked.

Ding He, who also hadn’t slept all night, suddenly raised his head and looked at the office door, then after a moment said, "Come in."

"Mr. Ding, it’s time to leave, isn’t it?"

Yu the lawyer entered.

Ding He stood up, "Let’s go."

For the cooperation with Germany this time, Tian He valorized it greatly, including the founder personally setting out with a near ten-person team.

When he arrived downstairs, Ding He, surrounded by people, suddenly stopped, turned his head, looking back at the law firm he had started.

Everyone was watching him.

A few seconds later, without a word, Ding He withdrew his gaze and got into the business car with the door opened.

Gongyuan No. 6.

Dusk was falling.

"Housekeeper Li, why hasn’t the sir returned? He should be off work by now, right? Lady hasn’t eaten anything all day."

The female housekeeper also felt something was wrong. Although the lady had stayed in her room the past few days, she at least hadn’t starved herself.

But she didn’t dare to go upstairs.

"I’ll give the sir a call."

She immediately dialed Ding He’s number, but surprisingly, the phone of the man who had said he’d be home early that morning was now off.

"Housekeeper Li, we should still go up and ask. If the Lady gets sick from hunger, we cannot bear the responsibility."

After much deliberation and being unable to get through on the phone, the female housekeeper had to take responsibility, go upstairs, come to the master bedroom door, and gently knock.

"Lady, are you feeling any better?"

No one responded.

She knocked again, "Lady, would you like something to eat?"

Still no response, silence as deep as the sea.

With the lady’s temperament, if there wasn’t anything wrong, she probably would have lost her temper by now.

Was she really seriously ill?

The female housekeeper’s heart tightened, not daring to delay, and knocked on the door again forcefully.

"Lady, if you’re alright, please reply."

Realizing there was still no sound, the housekeeper hesitated no more, reached for the doorknob, and turned.

"Click."

The door didn’t open.

This was completely unexpected for the housekeeper.

The master bedroom had always been personally cleaned by her, so she knew very well that the lady of the house never had the habit of locking the door from the inside.

"Bring the spare key."

She walked briskly to the staircase and shouted loudly downstairs.

The nanny brought the key.

The housekeeper inserted the key into the lock and quickly opened the door.

"Click."

When the door swung open, an indescribable, odd smell instantly hit her, and the room was dim and unlit.

"Lady?"

The housekeeper didn’t dare to turn on the lights and walked slowly to the side of the bed, only to freeze in place.

Then, she suddenly yanked back the covers.

"Whoosh!"

After the bedding was drawn back, the bed was empty - truly no one was there!

The housekeeper was stunned.

That morning, she had clearly heard the master and mistress conversing, and she hadn’t seen anyone go downstairs all day.

Where had the lady gone?

"Lady!"

Not in the bathroom.

Not in the walk-in closet.

Not just this master bedroom – the housekeeper, along with the nannies, searched the entire mansion from top to bottom, not even sparing the storage room.

Yet they found nothing.

"Did any of you see the lady come downstairs today?"

The housekeeper’s brows were tightly furrowed.

"No."

The nannies answered in unison, equally incredulous.

Could a living person just vanish into thin air?

The housekeeper’s heart was tense, and she faintly realized that something major might have gone wrong; she attempted to call Ding He on the phone.

"I’m sorry, the mobile phone you have dialed is switched off, please try again later."

The housekeeper no longer hesitated,

"Is this 110? I want to report a missing person... my employer has disappeared..."

An hour later.

Outside the mansion.

The police lights flickered,

But there were no sirens blaring.

The residents of Number 6 Gongyuan were all influential; it was important to be mindful of the impact.

The nannies were all asked to step out of the mansion and stood clueless outside in the courtyard.

"You’re saying you heard Miss Fang’s voice this morning?"

The housekeeper was undergoing interrogation.

It wasn’t just the local police that were involved; even though it was a disappearance case, it somehow alarmed a deputy chief from higher up.

This significant figure currently had a solemn face, watching the officers going in and out, continuously checking his watch as if he were awaiting something.

In a short while,

A Hongqi sedan lost its composure, speeding past and nearly colliding with a police car.

Fang Jun got out of the car, observing the scene that had drawn such a crowd, his expression grave.

"Chief Hu, what’s the situation now?"

Chief Hu looked severe, hesitant at first, but finally just said, "Come with me."

He led Fang Jun past the police line and into the mansion.

Inside the mansion.

The officers were bustling about; some took photographs, others made measurements, and still others were inspecting the area... Every face was serious, as if a major case had occurred.

Fang Jun swept his gaze around and followed them upstairs to the master bedroom door.

"Chief Hu."

"Chief Hu."

"Chief Hu."

"Everyone stop."

Chief Hu’s voice was low.

The comrades in the bedroom all ceased their actions.

"Where has my sister gone?"

Fang Jun spoke.

He had made a call today, but no one had answered. He hadn’t found it strange, assuming that the person had been in a bad mood lately, but who knew that in the evening, he would receive a call from the police.

The bedroom, which seemed normal, now bore the complex expressions of the officers.

Chief Hu didn’t respond but commanded, "Turn off the lights."

"Click."

The room’s lights went out.

"Turn on the ultraviolet light."

In the pitch-black room, a purple beam of light came on.

The bedroom, which had appeared entirely normal, seemed to transform completely.

Fang Jun’s pupils slowly constricted, his expression freezing.