Yang Lan Yan walked alongside her.
"What did you go to see Mrs. Dong for?"
Lin Mu Ci responded vaguely.
"I just wanted to take a look."
"It's for some personal matters."
She couldn't tell Yang Lan Yan directly that the system had assigned her a task.
That was why she had to go find this woman.
Yang Lan Yan chuckled, his voice clear and pleasant.
It lingered in Lin Mu Ci's ears, swirling and echoing.
"Personal matters?"
"Are there any personal matters of yours, Xiao Ci, that you can't tell me?"
"I'm truly heartbroken, Xiao Ci, that you don't trust me at all."
Lin Mu Ci remained silent.
Why should she trust him?
He wasn't Ling Qian He!
Yang Lan Yan looked at her face, then handed her a mask.
"Put it on."
He put on a similar mask himself, then explained.
"They say this lady is quite particular about cleanliness and dislikes speaking face-to-face. So, we need to wear masks to communicate with her."
After a few seconds, Yang Lan Yan walked up to the villa.
Then he pressed the doorbell.
A somewhat wary voice came from within.
"Who is it?"
Yang Lan Yan's voice was clear and resonant.
"It's me. I'm the psychologist who made an appointment to provide you with counseling."
The door was pulled open with a swish, revealing the figure behind it.
It was a woman around forty years old.
She looked like a housekeeper or a maid.
She eyed Yang Lan Yan cautiously from head to toe. Seeing that he was wearing a mask, she visibly relaxed.
"Was it Mrs. Ling who recommended you?"
"You can come in. Oh, and the person with you… who is this…"
A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She looked at Yang Lan Yan with a cool, puzzled expression.
"Who is this?"
She didn't understand.
"Weren't you told you were coming alone?"
Yang Lan Yan glanced at Lin Mu Ci.
Lin Mu Ci's heart beat a little faster, but Yang Lan Yan covered for her.
"This is my assistant."
With the mask on, Lin Mu Ci was indeed difficult to identify. The woman didn't recognize the popular idol, merely finding her to be pretty and refined.
The woman stepped aside.
"You can both come in. Madam is still upstairs. Madam hasn't been feeling well lately. She also hasn't been sleeping well and is very sensitive to noise."
"Please walk softly when you move."
She spoke softly, listing the precautions. Yang Lan Yan nodded, his voice gentle as he reassured her.
"I understand. Everything will be done according to the patient's needs."
Then Yang Lan Yan stepped inside.
The door was closed.
The woman introduced herself as Zhao Ma. She had been working there for over a decade and was highly trusted by Mrs. Dong.
She led Yang Lan Yan upstairs and said.
"Ever since her husband's accidental death, Madam has been living here and rarely goes out."
"She naturally prefers cleanliness and a peaceful, tranquil life."
"She doesn't have many friends, so please be extra patient when you speak with Madam, to avoid making her uncomfortable."
Yang Lan Yan continued to agree gently.
Zhao Ma pushed open a door. In the large room upstairs, the woman sitting on the sofa looked up at Yang Lan Yan.
"Hello, are you the psychologist Mrs. Ling invited?"
…
While Yang Lan Yan spoke with Mrs. Dong, Lin Mu Ci went to the study next door. On the table were some photo albums and a thick diary. Her heart stirred, and she mentally asked the system.
"Is there any surveillance here?"
"Can I look through this diary?"
The system cheerfully replied.
"Of course, you can read it, don't be afraid!"
The system encouraged her.
"When you need to act, just do it. Don't be timid!"
Lin Mu Ci opened the diary as if she were a thief, only to see lines of elegant, small handwriting.
"No one will understand my secrets… No one will understand the suffering I've lived through all these years."
"I betrayed my good sister… but there was no other way. I couldn't bear poverty any longer."
"God will forgive me."
"She, in the afterlife, will also forgive me."
This line was placed at the beginning, indicating that the person who wrote it was extremely unsettled.
Even the handwriting was messy and hurried.
The rest of the entries were about daily life.
It was evident that this woman was deeply conflicted within.
Lin Mu Ci opened the photo albums. They were filled with travel photos.
Photos from all over the world, various designer bags. It was clear that she enjoyed luxury and lived a life of privilege.
Then, a photo slipped out. Lin Mu Ci picked it up.
She saw a group photo.
This was likely a photo of the lady of the house when she was younger.
She was indeed attractive, possessing considerable beauty.
However, the other woman in this group photo looked familiar to Lin Mu Ci.
"Is this…"
"Ling Qian He's mother?"
She recognized her immediately.
So, the betrayal mentioned by the lady of the house referred to her betraying Ling Qian He's mother?
The events of the past didn't seem as simple as they appeared.
Just as Lin Mu Ci was about to look further, a cold voice suddenly came from outside.
"Miss, you cannot touch these things."
"Madam repeatedly emphasized that these items must absolutely not be touched."
"Don't make things difficult for me. If you move anything else, I'll have to kick you out!"
The other person's words were extremely cold. Lin Mu Ci's eyes widened. She looked up at the person opposite her.
The maid, Zhao Ma, walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, and her demeanor was fierce.
"Miss, what did you see?"
Just as she was about to speak, the phone rang.
Zhao Ma's expression immediately turned unpleasant!
"Didn't you turn off your phone or put it on silent?"
"Madam cannot tolerate noise!"
Lin Mu Ci immediately accepted the call. Ling Qian He's voice came from the other end.
"Where are you?"
Just then, Yang Lan Yan heard the sound and came out to find Lin Mu Ci.
"Xiao Ci?"
"Alright, we can leave together now."
"Xiao Ci, come with me."
Ling Qian He on the phone began to chuckle coldly.
"Who is it?"
"It's a man, I heard."
Zhao Ma continued to urge her to hang up. Lin Mu Ci felt a headache coming on. She could only cover the phone and explain softly.
"I'll tell you when I get back."
Then, she hung up decisively.
"I'm leaving now!"
…
On the other end of the phone, Ling Qian He, who was still working on set, hung up his phone with a cold expression.
He Yun Ru looked at him teasingly.
"Calling Xiao Ci again?"
"What's wrong, Xiao Ci isn't answering your calls?"
Ling Qian He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.
"I'm going out for a bit."
"She seems to be a little busy."
"So…"
He paused, then said each word deliberately and seriously.
"So, I plan to go find her myself."
He Yun Ru was taken aback by Ling Qian He's cold demeanor.
However, this coldness only lasted for a second. Soon, he reverted to his usual polite and charming self. He took leave from the film crew and walked towards the parking lot.
He knew Lin Mu Ci had gone home today.
He had driven her home.
Therefore, he planned to drive to her house again to intercept her!
She had promised to go home, so why was she with another man?
Lin Mu Ci.
She wasn't being good.
He wanted to, punish her.