Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2474: Chapter 278:

"What? I can’t come looking for him?"

The thing Mo Ziye wanted most was to give Feng Yize, the person who personally drove his sister into the hands of Poison Eagle, a good beating.

But he restrained his anger, intending to wait until he found his sister before he would teach this kid a lesson.

Detecting the sarcasm in his tone, Feng Yize’s face stiffened, and he stepped aside to let him in, "Please come in."

He was his sister-in-law’s younger brother, so he couldn’t afford to treat him poorly.

Mo Ziye didn’t look at him, just arched his thin lips into a shallow mocking curve as he strode into the hospital room, heading towards Ye Zhan.

Feng Yize pressed his lips together, then turned to glance at Ye Zhan in the hospital bed, seeing him half-squinting at the file folder in Mo Ziye’s hand. He silently closed the door to the room for them but didn’t leave immediately, instead standing in the hallway, listening attentively to the sounds inside.

"Have you heard anything about Momo?"

Ye Zhan looked at the indifferent and mocking handsome face of Mo Ziye approaching him and asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"As your Ye Family wishes, she’s getting married."

Mo Ziye’s lips curved slightly, and the cold smile that spread to his eyes was like a sharp knife, silently piercing Ye Zhan’s heart.

His body, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly stiffened. Perhaps it was the lighting in the room being somewhat dim, but his features, typically handsome and chiseled, were covered with a layer of shadow.

Mo Ziye, who was not far away and had excellent vision, clearly saw the fluctuations in Ye Zhan’s deep eyes.

Word by word, he spoke through gritted teeth, "Explain yourself."

"See for yourself."

Mo Ziye raised an eyebrow. Although his tone was arrogant, he spoke with a leisurely demeanor, neither hurried nor slow, as he took two more steps.

He tossed the file folder onto the small table at the foot of the hospital bed.

Ye Zhan’s complexion changed another shade.

He didn’t immediately reach for the file folder but stared intently at Mo Ziye’s indifferent, cold face. "What’s inside?"

"Aren’t you smart enough to guess?"

Mo Ziye’s mocking smile reappeared as he looked down at the man lying there, struggling even to move.

Thinking of that foolish woman Momo, who disregarded her own safety for this man, unconcerned about their parents’ worry and anxiety, and even disregarding how he, her brother, couldn’t spend time with the pregnant Qingqing because of her.

His eyes darkened with annoyance. When she’s back, he’s definitely going to settle scores with her over this.

Ye Zhan pressed his chapped lips tightly. Unable to get answers from Mo Ziye, he reached for the file folder on the small table. After all, he was only two days post-recovery, and when he grasped the folder, his long, distinct fingers slightly trembled.

He opened the file folder, revealing a stack of neatly arranged files.

Ye Zhan’s actions paused momentarily.

His lips pressed ever tighter, his jawline hardened with a cold rigidity.

After a second, he took the documents out from the folder.

Whether it was some movement that pulled at his wound, a sharp pain spread from his chest, making his breathing slow.

He flipped through the documents one by one.

In the hospital room, only the faint sound of pages being turned could be heard.

Suddenly, his movements halted again.

His dark eyes narrowed sharply, and the aura around him changed from a cold chill to something fierce, like a long-sealed sword suddenly unsheathed.

Sharp and formidable!

Beside the hospital bed, Mo Ziye’s expression changed. He frowned and brought the documents to his nose to sniff.

"L City, you already knew Momo was in L City, didn’t you?"

Ye Zhan placed the document under his nose, closed his eyes for a full minute, then looked up at Mo Ziye with sharp, deep eyes.

Mo Ziye narrowed his eyes, "I’m not sure where she is? Are you certain she’s in L City?"

Seems like there was some point in coming to him.

Ye Zhan was silent for a second.

A low voice rang out, "Help me up."

Steadying his excitement, Ye Zhan was sure now that Momo was in L City, so he wasn’t as anxious.

Mo Ziye lightly arched his handsome eyebrow, "Didn’t you just wake up and managed to sit up by yourself? How come after two days of rest, you’ve become a weakling?"

He thought that after being mocked and disdained like this, the proud Ye Zhan, even if he wouldn’t dare retaliate, would at least turn sour.

But instead of being upset, Ye Zhan even smiled slightly, "I need to preserve my strength to rescue Momo."

Mo Ziye snorted coldly.

Disdainful of his words.

Ye Zhan quickly flipped through the remaining files and placed them back on the small table, then reached out to him, indicating he needed help getting up.

Mo Ziye rolled his eyes.

Although he didn’t want to bother with him, he still extended his hand. As he helped him up, he even took care to place a pillow behind him, letting him lean on the hospital bed.

Yet his tone when speaking didn’t improve, still cold, "How are you so sure she’s in L City?"

Ye Zhan gave him a light glance, "Perfume."

He merely uttered these two words lightly, then dialed a phone number.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Mo Ziye’s deep eyes, but he didn’t ask further.

He was a bit astonished inside.

Initially, none of them noticed the faint scent of perfume on those files.

His father left the Imperial City to head to the city where the package was sent from. When he returned to the study and opened the files, it was only in that relatively small space that he noticed the faint scent of perfume.

However, based on this alone, he couldn’t be sure it was a sign left by Momo, as Momo didn’t like using perfume.

Moreover, the person who sent these things might not have gone through Momo’s hands.

But any slight possibility couldn’t be overlooked. Mo Ziye was not familiar with perfumes.

He intended to let Shi Xi smell the files later to see if she knew which perfume it was. Just knowing there was "perfume," he couldn’t deduce what message Momo wanted to convey to him.

"L City doesn’t produce perfume?"

"The name of this perfume."

The call connected, and before the other party answered, Ye Zhan had the time to respond to Mo Ziye’s question.

Though his voice was low, his tone was assured and confident.

Mo Ziye’s handsome brow furrowed; he wanted to ask something, but Ye Zhan’s call was already connected.

His mind wasn’t on his conversation, so he didn’t intentionally listen to what the other side was saying. But while pondering over Ye Zhan’s words earlier, he heard Ye Zhan instruct the person on the other end, "Focus the target on L City..."

"How are you so sure?"

"Hmm."

Ye Zhan hung up the phone, his deep eyes meeting Mo Ziye’s gaze, "If I’m not mistaken, Momo must have tried every possible way to escape these days, but couldn’t. So, she thought of this method. It’s the safest way to transmit a message."

Apart from the faint perfume scent on the files, there was no other information.

Because Momo didn’t dare.

Leaving any other mark would get noticed.