Mu Wan: “…” The netizen who analyzed the facts—bring Conan out, you should act in a few episodes!

“Ahhh, Kuang Ye, I told you not to post it!!”

Kuang Ye hadn’t expected such skilled netizens, so he quickly tried to calm down his agitated lover.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I won’t admit it. They have no evidence.”

[Didn’t speak? It’s assumed!]
[Hehe, it’s assumed! Our Ye Shen and Wan wan’s nightlife is pretty rich.]

Kuang Ye quickly turned off his phone as he saw the comments under the analysis post, then rushed over to beg for mercy from Mu Wan. However, he forgot they were on a waterbed, so when he moved, Mu Wan’s side moved too. The two of them fumbled around like walking on a non-Newtonian fluid.

Suddenly, Mu Wan noticed something wet next to her and instinctively touched it, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

“Why is it wet?”

They had just changed the blanket after showering.

Kuang Ye quickly moved the blanket aside and discovered that the waterbed’s leather cover was leaking water.

“!!”

Mu Wan stared at the tear where the water was leaking. Suddenly, she looked at her own ring; she had felt something sharp earlier…

Kuang Ye hurriedly went to the washing machine to retrieve the dried clothes and handed them to Mu Wan, weakly reassuring her,
“I’ll have someone come fix it tomorrow. I remember the warranty is for three years.”

Mu Wan: “…You really are quite frugal.”

Kuang Ye: “It’s what I should do.”

Mu Wan shot him a sharp look. This jerk wasn’t reluctant to fix the waterbed, he was reluctant to be with her in bed in this way.

— The next day, Mu Wan went to work at the office. Kuang Ye went for some treatment at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic in the morning, and in the afternoon, he took half a day off to repair the waterbed. By the time everything was settled, it was already 5:30 PM.

Kuang Ye thought that he could drive to Jianjia just in time to meet Mu Wan after she finished work. He remembered that Mu Wan had said she would tell him the truth today, so his steps toward the parking lot quickened.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Kuang Ye heard a shout, as if an elderly person had fallen. Since Hu City’s No. 1 High School was located in the old city area, there were still some old buildings nearby, and many elderly people and migrant workers lived there. He was about to walk over to check when, because of the shaded area, the alley seemed dim. For his own safety, he decided to stay under the sun and called out into the alley,

“Did someone fall? Do you need me to call 120?”

There was no response, so Kuang Ye turned to leave. But just as he turned, a hand grabbed him and pulled him back violently.

Kuang Ye, having learned some self-defense moves to defeat Kuang Daqiang in the past, immediately sensed danger. He bent down quickly, swiftly stripping off his jacket to retaliate. But then, he heard a click—the sound of a bullet being chambered.

The other person was holding a gun. This was almost unthinkable in Z country.

Kuang Ye forced himself to calm down and looked at the masked person across from him, asking,
“What do you want? If it’s money, I can go get it.”

Kuang Ye thought the person must have seen information online and was coming for money, just like Kuang Daqiang. The priority was to keep the assailant calm. He placed both hands behind his back and began to tap rhythmically on his ring, not asking anything but speaking first,
“Are you Mu Wan’s husband? Her fiancé?”

Kuang Ye’s face instantly changed.
“Your target is Wan wan.”

The masked man didn’t respond but raised the silenced gun and aimed it at Kuang Ye’s arm.
“Call Mu Wan. Tell her to go to a certain place, or I’ll break your right arm.” His voice was mocking,
“I heard online that your hands are very important, right?”

— Meanwhile, Mu Wan was in the Jian Jia office, having a meeting with the principal musicians of the orchestra. Due to Jian Jia’s excellent reputation, the orchestra was now struggling with too many talented people. They were considering forming another B orchestra or increasing the number of musicians in the current orchestra, so the members could perform and not be overworked.

Suddenly, Mu Wan felt a movement on her wrist. At first, she thought it was Kuang Ye thinking of her again, but as she was about to tap back, she realized the pattern of taps was off.

“Boss, also—” Her assistant was about to report on another issue, but Mu Wan’s expression suddenly changed. She trembled as she pulled out a pen and paper, starting to jot down notes.

“Boss?”

“Don’t talk to me!”

It was a code—only she and Kuang Ye knew this code. Kuang Ye had jokingly said that if they ever encountered danger and couldn’t use their phones, they could send a quick tapping code.^[1]I think this one is the morse code, you can use morse code to communicate when you are in danger, it mostly contain, dots and dash or if use as tapping, short and long tap can be use. Four taps in a row meant danger. Two taps, pause, then two more taps meant to call the police.

The pattern on her wrist was so clear. It was always four rapid taps, followed by two slow ones. Connected together, it was a danger alert, and the tapping was steady—there was no way it could be accidental.

The blood drained from her face. She immediately ended the meeting, rushed out of the office, and took out her phone to call her father.

“Dad, at 1302, Building 6, Jinxiu Huayuan, Kuang Ye is in danger nearby, you have to send someone to rescue him!”

Mu Jianhua heard the panic in his daughter’s voice and wasted no time. He immediately called the police station near the area. Then he comforted Mu Wan,
“Wan wan, don’t panic. Tell me what happened.”

Mu Wan quickly explained the situation regarding the wristband and the code. Suddenly, a phone call came in. She told her father,
“Dad, Ah Ye is calling.”