108 Harbors Feelings Towards You (2/2)
”Who said we're not? I think Sun Weiwei harbors some feelings for you,” said Bai Ranran as she straightened her back.
”I don't have any designs on her, though. She's always been like a younger sister to me. Don't worry too much about it.”
”Xiaotian, that's what you say about every woman you encounter. But I just have a nagging feeling that you're keeping something from me. I actually feel really insecure,” Bai Ranran said softly, hanging her head low and fiddling with his fingers.
Ye Xiaotian reached a hand out to caress her face and reassured her, ”Ranran, stop letting your imagination run wild. Aren't we already getting married earlier, like you wanted?”
Bai Ranran nodded in agreement. ”I'll go look for Auntie later, then, to discuss the wedding matters.”
”Mm, alright. Pass my phone to me,” he instructed.
”I don't think you should be fiddling with your phone in this state,” said Bai Ranran as she took his mobile phone out of the drawer and handed it to him.
”I'm just going to scroll through casually. You may go look for my Mother now.”
She rose from her seat and said, ”Alright, I'll call for the nurse to come in to tend to you.”
”Nah, that's not necessary. There's a call button here. I'll press it when I need help, and they'll make their way in here.”
”Well, I'll make a move first then, Xiaotian.”
”Go ahead.”
Bai Ranran walked out of the door while Ye Xiaotian brought his phone up in front his face and began scrolling away at the ”User Log” page. There was a function embedded in his mobile phone that would capture the fingerprints of every user who had touched the screen or launched any apps on his phone. It allowed him to know which information the people who had tampered with his phone were interested in finding out, although all the apps on his phone were secured with a security passcode.
The function displayed fingerprints belonging to two individuals, who had tapped on his ”Call Log” and ”Text Message History,” respectively.
Clearly, they had failed to unlock the app without knowing the passcode.
He had saved the fingerprints of the people close to him in his mobile phone. Thus, the names of the users to whom those fingerprints belonged to would be displayed.
The two sets of fingerprints had belonged to Bai Ranran and Sun Weiwei.
He then went on to search for the latest news online.
However, after browsing through the news for a while, he did not find anything that caught his attention.
He searched Byron's name, but again, he did not manage to find anything new.
Just as he was clicking on the ”Home” button, his mobile phone slipped out of his hand and fell, right smack on the middle of his face with a thud. The sudden impact caused Ye Xiaotian to grimace in immense pain. He gave his face a few rubs before placing his mobile phone onto the table.
Ye Xiaotian was all by himself in the room, which was dead silent, all thanks to the extraordinary soundproofing mechanism of the special ward. It indeed cannot be compared to that of regular wards.
Ye Xiaotian shut his eyes gently for a little while before opening them again.
He recalled the assassin's words over and over again in his head: ”If you're still alive, then bear this in mind. If you ever dare to lay a hand on Her Highness again, your Mother and fiancé will be subjected to the same treatment, accordingly.”
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It was exceptionally windy in the evening.
Chi Rui'er gave Jin Qingyan a call, claiming that she had to see him urgently to divulge a huge secret.
Jin Qingyan turned up at her house, like she had asked.
He entered through the door, only to be greeted with the sight of Chi Rui'er sitting at the table, on which there was a sumptuous spread for a candlelit dinner.
It seemed she had been waiting for him to arrive before tucking in.
”I've already had my dinner,” he said, taking a seat opposite her.
”You've already eaten? Well, just watch me eat then, will you?” she said in response while pouring him a glass of red wine.
”What is it that you wanted to tell me? Stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point,” asked Jin Qingyan, cutting to the chase.