Following closely behind him, his well-to-do lady was originally picking out clothes for him when she suddenly realized that the person beside her had dashed out like the wind, which startled her. She hurriedly shouted, "Duidui, where are you going, wait for grandma."
"What are you standing around for, chase after him quickly!"
A grand procession of sales assistants and security guards in black suits busily chased after him, even the dignified lady couldn't care less about her image as she rushed out anxiously.
When they got to the entrance, the little boy who had been running like mad suddenly stopped. His eyes were firmly fixed on a direction; a slender, upright figure had gotten into a taxi, and in the blink of an eye, the taxi roared off, accelerating away.
His expression went from ecstatic to dejected, as his grape-like eyes dimmed inch by inch.
He had made a promise with mom that he couldn't recognize her for the time being, nor could he expose her existence, but he missed mom so much, so very much...
Mrs. Li was nearly out of breath by the time she caught up to him; she wanted to scold him, but seeing the deep dejection on the little boy's face, the reproach turned into concern, and she quickly squatted down to hold him in her arms, "Oh, my dear little darling, what's happened to you, you scared grandma to death."
Seeing her little treasure's demeanor as if he were chasing after someone, Mrs. Li looked around, pedestrians hustled by the roadside, and apart from a crowd gathered in front, she saw no one particular.
The little boy lowered his gaze and pursed his lips stubbornly while hugging her back, "Grandma, Duidui just now was naughty and made grandma worry."
His baby voice was plaintive and lost, like a little puppy, making Mrs. Li wish she could cradle him in her heart; she comforted him by stroking his head, "Where were you naughty? My grandson is the most obedient and best. Grandma was worried you might have fallen. Next time Duidui wants to go somewhere, remember to tell grandma, okay?"
"Okay."
The adorable little charmer obediently nestled in her arms, wrapping his arms around her neck and said in a distressed baby voice, "Grandma, I don't want to play anymore, I'm unhappy, I want to go back now."
"Oh, my dear sweetheart, why are you unhappy? Weren't you just fine?"
Li Duidui hugged her neck tightly and shook his head, his big eyes clever and intelligent, not befitting his age, "Just suddenly unhappy. Grandma, Duidui wants to go back."
"Does grandma still want to play?" After a moment of hesitation, the little one relented, "If grandma wants to play, Duidui can play a little longer."
"If Duidui is unhappy, grandma doesn't want to play anymore either. How about we go back together? Nanny Wang has made you some delicious double-layer milk custard at home. When we get back, grandma will watch cartoons with you~"
"Mm, grandma will eat too~"
He was so obedient, Mrs. Li would've plucked the stars from the sky to appease him if she could, which made her call him her 'sweet little darling' tenderly before finally handing him over to someone nearby to clean his face.
It wasn't until the little boy had disappeared with the sales assistant and bodyguards that she stood up, her expression gradually growing serious, and after looking around again, her gaze finally settled on the entrance to HuanYu.
"Go, see what happened over there."
Li Duidui's mom had been missing for a long time, and Shengxiao acted as if he didn't know anything about it! Duidui had suddenly run so fast as if chasing someone, then stopped and kept looking in that direction—it couldn't be that he had spotted his own mother.
She needed to investigate this.
...
In the car.
Rong Yan opened the web page on her phone and casually started scrolling when she saw a photo of Rong Weiwei looking disheveled from a fall that day.
Paparazzi are quick on their feet.
Apart from Rong Weiwei's photo, she also stumbled across a gossip piece that wasn't particularly prominent but was quite sensational—"Mr. Shi's midnight rendezvous with a supermodel, intimate waist-holding actions in the dead of night; has the Golden Eagle Best Actress become the ex-girlfriend?"
Rong Yan skimmed over the photo—the blurred image of a person holding a tall and beautiful woman's waist, if not Shi Mufeng, then who?
Look, she had said Rong Weiwei had a green tinge on her forehead, hadn't she?
She wondered if the recently triumphant Rong Weiwei would still be able to keep her composure after seeing this news, or whether she would accidentally crack her facade and embarrass herself.
Just as she was about to click into it to relish in how Shi Mufeng was having a midnight tryst with a supermodel, a certain person's call came through right on time.
Rong Yan answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Little Demon Rong, aren't you capable? As soon as you get back, you trouble your wife, even pushing her down onto the road in front of a bunch of reporters..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."