Chapter 482: The Missing Ex-wife (1/2)

With nothing to do, the three of us sat listlessly in the conference room. I played with my cell phone while Song Xingchen hugged his sword as he lazily looked out the window, appreciating the autumn scenery. As usual, Wang Yuanchao was drinking.

He suddenly rolled up his sleeve and placed his arm on the table. ”Come, let's have a match.”

Song Xingchen couldn’t be bothered to spare him a glance.

”Are the flowery fists and fancy footwork any use, or are you just a weak-limbed little boy?” goaded Wang Yuanchao.

”Flowery fists?” Song Xingchen sneered, ”You know nothing.”

”Then let’s have a match!” Wang Yuanchao dared in a display of valiance.

Song Xingchen glanced at me, to which I nodded, ”As long as there are no hard feelings between the two of you.”

Arm on the table, Song Xingchen grasped Wang Yuanchao’s hand. At the count of three, both men exerted strength at the same time. The veins on Wang Yuanchao's muscular arm bulged but Song Xingchen made it seem effortless.

The two wrestled for five whole minutes when beads of sweat started to appear on Wang Yuanchao’s forehead. The table below rattled. It was Song Xingchen’s profound internal skills against Wang Yuanchao’s brute force. Afraid they would get into trouble, I urged, ”Alright, that’s enough!”

Both men turned a blind eye, gaze fixed on each other. To my surprise, there was vapor emitted from Song Xingchen’s forehead; it turned out he was sweating.

Crack! Right then, one of the legs broke so the oak table tilted to one side. They stood up at once, eyes still riveted on each other. Just when I thought they might break out in a fight, Wang Yuanchao smiled and bumped Song Xingchen on the shoulder, ”You’re good! I give up.”

”No, you’re very strong. Right now, you’re relying on pure brute force, but if you practice internal skills for a few years, I'm afraid I would be no match for you!” Song Xingchen politely replied.

Much to my relief, the match ended on an amicable note. Xiaotao returned, staring open-mouthed at the devastation before her. ”All I did was leave for a few seconds and you’ve managed to destroy the table. Wang Yuanchao, that'll be deducted from your salary.”

”Whatever!” Wang Yuanchao took a sip from his hip flask, eliciting yet another dirty look from Xiaotao.

”Did you have anything?” I turned to Xiaotao.

”A bunch of messy accounts but we managed to trace a sum of money back to its origin, and guess who it is? It’s someone you know,” hinted Xiaotao.

”Your dad?” I looked up curiously.

”Of course not! It’s Mr. Mu.”

No wonder Mr. Mu fled as soon as he heard about the incident. It turned out they had such a connection which I never expected.

While Lao Yao continued to investigate Yang Xingdong’s accounts, the rest of us would head to Mr. Mu’s villa.

”If I leave the two of you here, you might just tear down the office. You might as well come along with us!” Xiaotao said, turning to Wang Yuanchao and Song Xingchen.

Thus, the four of us climbed into Xiaotao's car and headed out. We had three stops–Mr. Mu’s company, his current residence, and the home he shared with his ex-wife, Madam Li.

Xiaotao consulted me on our first stop, so I said, ”I’m guessing he’s stayed in that villa for the longest time. Let’s head there first!”

”You're not thinking about that young woman, are you?” laughed Xiaotao.

Because the progress of our investigation had me in a good mood, I couldn't help myself from teasing, ”Now that you mention it, I would like to see that flirtatious young woman again!” My little joke netted me a playful punch on the chest.

Half an hour later, we arrived at Mr. Mu’s villa. Accustomed to a life of debauchery, Mrs. Mu slept during the day and enjoyed herself at night. We stood at the door and rang the bell for a considerable amount of time before the young woman showed up, leaning languidly against the door frame with an eyebrow arched. ”Hey, it's you again, Officer Huang. Lao Mu hasn't been back yet.”

”No, we’d like to search his residence. I hope you’ll cooperate.”