Mated at First Sight
Chapter 358 - 259: Start Taking Action (Third Update)_1

Chapter 358: Chapter 259: Start Taking Action (Third Update)_1

Hong Boyuan had no idea about Old Master Xiao’s thoughts, he just nodded and finally said: "Actually, that person is Mu Lin." To be honest, he admired the audacity of these people, they dared to mess with Mu Lin.

"You’re saying Mu Lin!" Old Master Xiao looked up in surprise, disbelief in his eyes, "How could it involve Mu Lin?" Old Master Xiao looked at Hong Boyuan, "Tell me, what on earth is going on?"

Oddly enough, Old Master Xiao felt the seriousness of this matter.

"Grandpa, I’m sorry." The next moment, Xiao Feng fell to his knees with a ’bang’, giving Hong Boyuan a big scare. This was the first time he had seen Xiao Feng like this, he hurriedly continued: "Mr. Xiao, you can’t blame Feng. Previously, Mu Lin had told me that Feng never really hurt her, so she didn’t mind. The reason she let Feng in there is that Mu Lin seemed to want him to go in and cool off."

Anyway, Hong Boyuan firmly believed that Mu Lin would absolutely not harm Xiao Feng.

"Cool off?" Hearing these words, Old Master Xiao was puzzled.

"Yes." Xiao Feng nodded," Actually, she is helping me." Helping him see the path to the future, "That day, it wasn’t Mu Lin who sent us in, it was a man by her side. I heard Ren Laifeng call him Mr. Jing." That man’s aura was terrifying; however, Xiao Feng felt that maybe only such a man was worthy to stand by Mu Lin’s side, especially after knowing her identity.

"That’s good." Hearing this, Old Master Xiao subconsciously nodded. As merchants, the people they could not offend were those in higher positions. Otherwise, they could shut them down in minutes, and even in Ming City, they would no longer have a place to stay.

But... Mr. Jing? He seemed to have heard this title somewhere before.

The next moment, those slightly cloudy eyes suddenly jolted, and he subconsciously stood up and looked at Xiao Feng, "Do you know what his name is?" Why would that man be here?

Xiao Feng shook his head, not knowing why his grandfather was suddenly so agitated.

"Wait, I think I’ve heard Mu Lin mention this name before." Hong Boyuan suddenly said, frowning Thoughtfully, he had been oblivious before, but he vaguely heard it.

His eyes lit up, and he finally remembered, "He seems to be called Jing Chen, but Ren also calls him Mr. Jing." This name was quite handsome, and the title was even more so.

Hong Boyuan wondered if in the future, someone would call him; Mr. Hong. Hehehehe...

This was a speechless melon, daydreaming in the middle of the day.

Jing Chen. Jing Chen!

Old Master Xiao staggered back into the sofa, finally letting out a slow sigh, "Do you know who Jing Chen is?"

They shook their heads. They were never interested in these things; besides, he probably wasn’t from Ming City, otherwise, they would have heard of him.

And Jing Chen, he is from the leading generation of the Jing family, and he is the best among them.

"You should be grateful that he let you go so easily that day." Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable; if he wanted to ruin them, no one in Ming City could protect them.

No wonder, even after he, an old man, had begged for mercy, no one gave him face; not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t dare to.

Hell hath no fury like a man scorned for a woman; so Mu Lin’s identity, one can imagine.

But according to his grandson’s words, Mu Lin didn’t seem to have done anything to him, and even seemed to take care of him a bit; this kid seems to have turned a disaster into a blessing.

In fact, Old Master Xiao had a feeling when Xiao Feng came in, this boy seemed to have matured a lot today.

He should rejoice.

...

Minda Hotel.

Mission canceled.

As the "only" survivor of this Ming City base this time, Red Scorpion promptly reported all the circumstances to the higher-ups, of course, skipping the "cause of death" of Black Scorpion, and also stated her intention to challenge Mu Lin, only to receive these cold four words in the end.

Mission canceled! Mission canceled! Hahaha... Is their meaning that she is no match for Mu Lin?

With her fist clenched, those sharp red fingertips had already pierced into her flesh, with nothing in her eyes but vicious hatred.

Why did everyone think she was inferior to that Poison Doctor Mu Lin? Poison Doctor, Poison Doctor, she would eventually tear this title from her head, ruthlessly step on it under her feet, and make sure there was no mention of the Poison Doctor in this world again.

"Hiss." Finally feeling the pain from the palm of her hand, she released her grip, her fingertips tracing over her blazing red lips, her tongue lightly tasting, bit by bit, the fresh red liquid on her fingernail disappeared into her mouth.

Mu Lin, you better wait for me.

The weather was somewhat gloomy the next day, the hazy sky made people’s mood even more depressed. Standing by the window, Mu Lin gazed down at the bustling traffic below.

"You’re surprisingly not lazing around on the sofa eating today." In Mo Qian’s eyes, Mu Lin was an eatery, and also a rather leisurely one at that. He had no particular thoughts about Mu Lin’s identity; except for his desire to challenge her. Unfortunately, Mu Lin never gave him the opportunity.

For this, Mo Qian felt very frustrated.

"Today might be interesting." A cool voice called out from beside Mo Qian, causing him to pause subconsciously. "What do you mean?"

"Don’t you think it’s been too quiet?" She felt so depressed because it had been so quiet that she was almost losing patience.

"I don’t think so." Mo Qian replied; hadn’t this been the case these past few days? Everyone but Mo Yinfan had been unusually quiet, acting as if they had nothing to do.

"Did you discover something?" Mo Qian asked abruptly after a pause. Mu Lin felt weird to him today, as if she was hiding something from him.

Mu Lin shook her head, "No." She then turned her attention towards Mo Yinfan, stating indifferently, "I’m hungry, I’m going to eat first." After finishing speaking, her languid figure faded into the distance. Mo Qian turned to Mo Yinfan who shook his head, "It’s okay, just let her be." His subtle glance at the untouched milk and snacks on the coffee table betrayed a fleeting deep meaning.

Had she gotten tired of them?

However, not long after Mu Lin’s figure had disappeared from sight, a startling sound came from the phone in front of Mo Yinfan. He picked up the phone and his normally gentle demeanor changed dramatically, his eyes that usually sparkled with warmth were now brimming with frigid cold.

Standing up and looking at Mo Qian, "Let’s go, to the canteen."

Mo Qian nodded, noticing the murderous look on Mo Yinfan’s face, he knew that something must have happened to the canteen.

Mu Lin? Had she just sensed something? So that’s why...

When Mo Yinfan and Mo Qian arrived at the canteen, they saw countless employees on the ground, their faces filled with pain.

"What happened?" Mo Yinfan asked coldly, his voice steady but filled with barely concealed anger.

Quickly, a man dressed in a chef’s uniform approached, the head chef of the canteen; upon seeing Mo Yinfan, shock and unease filled his face. He had not expected that things would go wrong when everything was fine on any other day. He was also fearful, thinking Mo Yinfan might not hire him again after this.

"It might be food poisoning." The head chef said, hanging his head.

"Might be!" Mo Yinfan frowned, his suppressed voice oozed with an countless pressure, the head chef remained silent, his palms sweaty and nervous.

Usually, Mo Yinfan was indeed gentle and kind, he would never say harsh words to people as long as they didn’t make a big mistake and did their jobs.

"Have you called an ambulance?" Mo Qian asked the head chef instinctively.

The head chef seemed taken aback at first but quickly replied, "No." He quickly added, "Miss Mu said it’s not necessary." He had originally planned to call for an ambulance, but Mu Lin appeared in the canteen just in time and stopped him after seeing the people’s conditions.

Although the head chef was not sure who Mu Lin was, she had been dining with Mo Yinfan these last few days. Mo Yinfan seemed to take her seriously and he dared not to offend neither of them; he had never seen Mo Yinfan being so kind and considerate to a woman.

Most importantly, Mu Lin had said earlier that she was a doctor, or at least he interpreted it that way.

"Where’s Mu Lin?" Upon hearing the chef’s words, Mo Yinfan casually asked, his facial expression gradually softening.

"Miss Mu is in the back kitchen." She was reportedly brewing Medicine Soup for them. "Did Mu Lin say anything strange just now?" Mo Qian asked.

At first he shook his head, but as if reminded of something suddenly, he quickly nodded, "Yes, I think she did." Mo Yinfan turned to him.

"Miss Mu said, ’As expected’." Yes, just those two strange words. Looking at Mu Lin’s appearance at the time, the head chef inexplicably felt that Mu Lin seemed to know something, which made him suspicious. Was today’s incident really caused by food poisoning?

After all...everyone knew by now that they were being targeted by unknown people and had narrowly escaped death several times; was this another warning?

Upon hearing the chef’s words, Mo Yinfan and Mo Qian exchanged looks, took large strides towards the back kitchen, and the head chef hurriedly followed.