Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 334 Cards!

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 Cards!

Yin Hehe spent the whole day with Sheng Siyuan, only returning to the Willow District in the afternoon.

"You’re back? Did you see Xiahou Jingmu?" Cheng Chi asked as soon as they finally returned.

Yin Hehe paused for a moment.

Xiahou Jingmu?

She hadn’t seen him at all; when had he gone to look for them?

"It was soon after you guys left, but he couldn’t find you. Perhaps you were at the snack street where it was too crowded."

Having not found him, Cheng Chi also helped analyze the situation.

Yin Hehe didn’t inquire further.

Actually, she wasn’t too keen on meeting Xiahou Jingmu; the encounter at He’anli the day before had been quite unpleasant.

She didn’t want to hear again that he was there seeking her out because of issues on that side.

Yin Hehe went to her room, found a fine porcelain vase specifically for the bunch of pink roses, and nurtured them carefully.

This guy has really made quite the progress today.

It seems he really deserves a good reward.

After arranging the flowers, Yin Hehe went to the kitchen to cook, just when her close friend Caicai sent a message in the girlfriends’ group chat asking about her well-being.

So, she chatted with her while cooking.

[Caicai: Wow, he actually knows to give you flowers now? That’s progress!]

[Qiandai: Yeah, I think so too, Lan. Given this, is there still hope for your husband?]

This lady from Country R really knows how to phrase things.

As if Yin Hehe’s husband was some kind of a write-off?

[Yin Hehe: I’m training him gradually, I’m even planning to take him to the hospital tomorrow to get checked out.]

[Caicai: That sounds good, he can handle documents now, and he’s giving you flowers, Hehe, I really think you should investigate how exactly he was rescued when he was severely injured that time. Maybe the doctors misdiagnosed it.]

Suddenly, this message from her bestie Caicai appeared in the group chat.

Seeing it, Yin Hehe’s fingers, which were folding the vegetables, stopped...

Indeed, she should conduct an investigation. There was no way his intellect could have recovered to such an extent in just one month if it had been severely damaged.

Yin Hehe decided to visit the main hospital tomorrow.

However, that very evening, Xiahou Jingmu, back at his residence, also received an anonymous email unexpectedly.

As soon as he opened it, he saw a photo of a helicopter landing on the outskirts of the capital.

"What is this?"

He was initially puzzled by the photo.

It wasn’t until he opened the second one and saw a photo of a man drenched in blood being carried out that he understood.

All of a sudden, his face turned deathly pale!

Who had sent him this? Why did he have these photos?

He panicked instantly, and the coffee he was holding trembled so much it spilled out, finally setting it down on the table in utter disarray.

"No... this can’t be, the mission was conducted in secret. Nobody in the team even knew what I was doing; it’s impossible that anyone else would know."

While trying to reassure himself and remain calm, he stood up, intending to thoroughly check his computer in the communications department.

But just then, his phone on the table began to vibrate again.

"Hello?"

"Junior General Xiahou, did you see the photos I sent you? How do you like this little gift?"

The voice on the phone, altered by a voice changer, said.

But!!

He had come just for those two photos.

Xiahou Jingmu immediately felt as if he’d been stabbed by something, and he slammed his apartment door shut, then made sure the windows were sealed tight as well.

Only then, with a lowered voice filled with shock and anger, did he ask, "Who are you? How do you have this?"

"Hahahaha..." Upon hearing this, the person on the phone burst into loud laughter.

"Junior General, are you afraid? Don’t be nervous, I’m not going to throw these things out just yet."

"You!"

Xiahou Jingmu trembled with rage.

"Who on earth are you?" He took a long time to compose himself before asking word by word on the phone.

But how could the person on the other end answer that? The voice changer they used made it clear they didn’t want him to know who they were.

The other party laughed again.

"Junior General, it doesn’t matter who I am. You just need to know that I’m the person saving you from danger," they said.

"What are you talking about? Eliminating danger?"

"Yes," the other party confirmed confidently.

"Do you believe that if your great-uncle Xiahou Yi knew that the little son he finally found returned only to turn out such a fool, and it was you, Xiahou Jingmu, who intentionally delayed the rescue, what do you think his reaction would be?"

The person was like a venomous snake that, after clamping down on your vital spot, plunged you into immediate, overwhelming despair.

Xiahou Jingmu’s complexion had turned utterly pale.

However, he still tried to defend himself, "What nonsense are you spouting? I didn’t delay on purpose, the helicopter had problems!"

"Yes, yes, you didn’t," the person readily conceded.

"But do you think Xiahou Yi will believe that? A perfectly good helicopter having issues right at that time, what do you say?"

"You—" Xiahou Jingmu was rendered speechless.

There was nothing left but to stand in the apartment, leaning weakly against the desk, looking as though all life had drained from him.

Because, indeed, it was the few minutes of his delay that led to Sheng Siyuan’s current condition.

A few minutes may not mean much to an average person, but to someone fighting against the clock for their life,

it truly is a matter of life and death.

So, on that day, Sheng Siyuan was rushed to the operating room, and his life was saved, but when he woke up, he turned out the way he is now.

"Junior General, have you thought it through? Would you like us to eliminate the danger for you? So that you can climb to the pinnacle with ease in the future!"

Seeing that he had been silent for a while, the person on the phone, with a seemingly kind and earnest demeanor, started pressing for an answer.

Propping himself up against the table behind him, Xiahou Jingmu took a while before he heard himself ask, "What danger? Are you referring to Sheng Siyuan?"

"Of course not!"

Unexpectedly, the person flatly denied it.

"What danger does Sheng Siyuan pose now? He’s become such a fool; what I’m talking about is... Xiahou Yi!"

The name was enunciated, word by word, from the person’s mouth.

Suddenly, Xiahou Jingmu, upon hearing this, his eyes widened and he bellowed into the phone, "Dream on! Even if I die, I won’t let you harm my great-uncle!"

"Tsk..." Hearing this roar, the person on the phone just let out a light chuckle.

"Junior General, it seems you’re quite protective of this old man. After all, he raised you from a young age. But have you ever considered? What’s your true worth in his eyes?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Xiahou Jingmu roared back as soon as he heard this.

He didn’t want to listen to this at all.

Just as he was about to hang up, the voice on the other end quickly added, "Your worth is probably just to be the stepping stone beneath the feet of his designated heir, right?"

"..."

Once again, Xiahou Jingmu’s body swayed.