Translator:PaperplaneEditor:Caron_

Three years ago, didnt Cheng Weiguo mention his daughter in an interview? At the time, his expression looked full of affection and happiness like a compassionate father who loved his daughter very much

Why would he come to Bejing and not want to see the daughter he loved so much, even when she came to see him?

Han Zhifan seemed puzzled by this enormous riddle. No matter how he thought about it, he couldnt figure it out.

The lady at the front desk noticed Han Zhifan didnt respond for a long time, so she thought he had more questions. Mr. Han? May I ask if theres anything else you need my help with? she asked quietly.

Han Zhifan snapped to reality and shook his head at the lady. Then he stood on the spot for a moment before quickly walking over to the hotel entrance.

He ran over to the spot by the sidewalk where Cheng Weiwan had just been standing. Her silhouette had long disappeared. Han Zhifan looked left and right, but he only saw unfamiliar faces.

Having caused an episode like that, Han Zhifan was in no spirit to go back to the office and continue working, so he figured he would ask the driver to take him back home early.

The housekeeper heard the sound of the door and figured Cheng Weiwan had come back. On her way out of the kitchen, she cried Cheng Weiwans name as she ran. Miss Che-

Before she could finish saying Cheng, the housekeeper saw Han Zhifan quickly changed her tune. Mr. Han

Han Zhifan let out an Mhm then removed his shoes and stepped into the house.

Since he heard the housekeeper starting to call Cheng Weiwan, so before he walked upstairs, he casually asked, Shes not at home?

The housekeeper knew Han Zhifan was referring to Cheng Weiwan when he said: she. After lunch, Miss Cheng put the young master to sleep then she went out and hasnt come back since.

Oh, said Han Zhifan. He didnt say anything else and headed right upstairs.

First, he went into the master bedroom to change into his house clothes then he went over to the babys room to sneak a peek. Cheng Han was still fast asleep. Han Zhifanheaded back downstairs.

He sat on the sofa, grabbed a random magazine, and flipped through it.

After turning just two pages, he raised his wrist and checked the time.

Soon enough, night fell. The sun had already set, but Cheng Weiwan hadnt returned.

Han Zhifan gradually started to feel uneasy. He often glanced out the window.

Dinner was ready but Cheng Weiwan still hadnt come back home yet. Finally, Han Zhifan threw the magazine, got up, and walked over to the window.

The housekeeper called Han Zhifan to eat, but he ignored her. He reached for a cigarette and lit it up.

The housekeeper could tell Han Zhifan had things on his mind, but she couldnt guess what he was thinking.

The housekeeper shook her head and first replied to Han Zhifans question. No. Miss Cheng didnt say anything.

After her reply, the housekeeper noticed Han Zhifan didnt say anything, so she added, Mr. Han, its so late, yet Miss Cheng isnt back. Could something have happened to her? Should I give Miss Cheng a call?

Han Zhifan didnt give the housekeeper a reply.

The housekeeper couldnt figure out Han Zhifans temperament, so she was afraid to get yelled at for calling her without permission. Mr. Han, its almost nine. Miss Cheng she continued.

She hasnt come back, so go ask her. Why do you keep on talking to me about it?! exclaimed Han Zhifan in a terrible mood as he saw the housekeeper dawdling for a long time without actually making the call.

I still ended up getting yelled atHaving been shouted at, the housekeeper put her head down in annoyance. Then she ran over to the home phone and gave Cheng Weiwan a call.