Chapter 167 —Going Back Home To Find Answers (1)

Somehow, Li Junmo managed to avoid further comments that could earn him a beating, so the trip ended in relative peace, with him talking about the Lunar New Year party that the Student Union of his school was organizing.

Because he was such an extrovert, he was one of the popular guys on campus and had many admirers. He was also the president of the Oriental Students Union.

When he asked Li Chuanmo how things were in his time, Li Chuanmo shrugged. He wasn't really interested in campus politics, so he declined the several posts that were offered to him.

Then when he started pretending to be poor, the number of hours he had to work part-time took away his free time. He didn't even attend parties at the time.

They got home a little over an hour later. Getting down from the car, he spread his arms, breathed in deeply and declared, "Home sweet home."

The workers were already waiting in front of the house, with Butler Nan in front. Two workers held up a poster that read, "Welcome Home, Second Young Master!!!" with hearts and glitters.

It was obvious that they really liked this young master of theirs.

"Welcome." Butler Nan said with smiles as he led the workers in a bow.

"Thank you Uncle Butler. How have you been since the last time I came home? How's your son? Is he done with high school now?" He greeted him and started asking questions familiarly.

"Yes, he's doing well. He's now in City M university." Butler Nan answered gratefully. It was all due to the Li family's generosity that his son was able to study in such an expensive institution.

"That's great." He replied. As he went in, he asked the workers carrying his bags about their lives as well, to which they answered with smiles.

"At least he's still very kind at heart." Zhang Heying commented. Contrary to how she sounded, she was really glad to see him.

"Of course. Who's his mother?" Li Qianye said, earning a smile from his wife. He then said, "Show me your hands quickly. I hope they didn't turn red from having to slap him earlier."

Zhang Heying quickly stretched out her left hand, "See, it was a bit swollen earlier, but it's getting better."

Looking at how his father bent to blow at his wife's hand, Li Chuanmo could not bear to continue watching. Whether it was due to jealousy or some other emotion, he didn't want to know.

All he could think about was that once he got home, he was going to mark his calendar and count the number of days till the 21st.

Then he would call his beloved and spend time teasing her a little. The mere thought brought a smile to his face.

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The lights went off immediately he clapped in their direction once, encasing the room in darkness.

Gao Tinghua sat in the middle of the huge hotel bed, fully clothed. After his earlier action, he sat motionlessly in a meditation pose, looking for all the world like a pious monk.

Since the day he heard the news that he had an elder sister, he had been living in limbo. He was a mess of emotions deep inside.

He just couldn't explain why it bothered him so much.

It wasn't like having a sister changed his life so much. He would still be the heir to the company, and although his sisters were entitled to a portion of shares, he didn't care one way or the other.

Neither was it because another sibling would share the family affection. In his opinion, there was no love in his family at all, and an extra sibling could not possibly take away from zero. It would still be zero in the end.

So what was it?

Gao Tinghua tried to concentrate on his inner man, wanting to bring up whatever it was to the fore, but the low constant hum of the air conditioner in the room was what seemed to get his attention instead.

He was the kind to sit outside in the snow on a cold day, so having the air-conditioner on was not surprising. Besides, CM Luxuries boasted of a highly comfortable climate in their presidential suites.

It was because of the comfort he felt on the brief night he was here with Han Jingse that he decided to return and book a suite here.

Thinking about his so-called fiance made his head throb faintly. She had been texting almost constantly, wanting to meet with him. In her last text, she even hinted at giving him what he wanted the other time, but unfortunately, Gao Tinghua was no longer interested.

He wanted her with no strings attached. After all, she was beautiful and successful. However, her family was her biggest drawback. If she was going to come with a whole load of baggage she had to call family, he would rather look for someone else.

He neither had the time nor the patience to deal with leeches. It was true one could not choose their family, but some people really had it worse than others.

His mind went back to the main thing at hand, still with no new leads. Resigned, he stood up to get a bottle of wine from the suite's mini bar when his phone beeped again.

His head began to throb painfully. If it was Han Jingse, he would either smash his phone or pull some strings to keep her entire family busy. He was tired of her constant pestering.

Unlocking his phone, his thoughts stopped short when he saw the message.

It was a cryptic message, but Gao Tinghua had no problem understanding: "The traps are set. Moving in for the kill on the 13th. Make sure you arrive early. May we both get what we want."

Sending a simple, "Got it," Gao Tinghua resumed his short trip to the mini bar to get his wine fix when he stopped in his tracks. That was it!

The niggling feeling. Something he had overlooked all the while just occurred to him.

Now wasn't the the time to drink wine, he decided. Since he wanted answers, he had to go home to find them.

He just hoped it wasn't what he was thinking.

In no time, he had gotten to the parking lot and unlocked his car. It was a yellow Bentley Bacalar, and he liked it for its fast speed, beautiful shape and high powered engine.

It was also a thing of convenience that it was a limited edition vehicle, with only twelve in the entire world.

It was the same car he sent to Pei Yueran as her birthday gift, and he liked to imagine that they were driving matching cars at the moment, even though he knew she would never drive it willingly.

Not with that frozen face beside her.