Ming Zhi Rou had even said herself that she would definitely become Chi Xian's wife.
Now, Chi Xian was with Ming Zheng?
Was Ming Zheng intentionally snatching Chi Xian to compete with Ming Zhi Rou, just to anger her?
If that were really the case...
Then, Ming Zheng was going too far.
How could she risk her own happiness just to spite Ming Zhi Rou?
Ming Yan Lun took several deep breaths before finding his voice again: "Ming Zheng... do you know, do you know that Ming Zhi Rou also likes the Chi family head?"
Ming Zheng: "?"
Is this person seriously ill?
Ming Zhi Rou liked many people.
What did it have to do with him?
"What? Do I have to give up whoever Ming Zhi Rou likes?" He claimed he no longer had any preconceptions about Ming Zhi Rou, but his sycophantic nature seemed to persist regardless of any filters.
Ming Yan Lun realized he had spoken incorrectly and quickly tried to explain: "That's not what I meant. I wanted to say... if you're with the Chi family head because Ming Zhi Rou likes him, then you..."
Before he could finish.
Chi Xian's voice, no longer the clear, low, and husky tone he used with Ming Zheng, became cold and indifferent. Each word, as it entered Ming Yan Lun's ears, felt like ice, completely encasing him.
"Our affairs do not require the Fifth Young Master Ming's concern." Chi Xian said, his tone flat and cool, giving away little emotion.
Ming Yan Lun's spine chilled abruptly.
He couldn't help but shiver all over.
"I, I..."
He still wanted to say something.
Ming Zheng's voice was icy: "Shut up."
Ming Yan Lun: "..."
He was the older brother!
How could he be so intimidated by his own sister's cold command that he dared not make a sound?
But he truly dared not speak.
He could only obediently close his mouth, his gaze fixed on the screen, continuing to watch Ming Zhi Rou as she infiltrated the study.
In the study.
Ming Zhi Rou was searching through the desk.
At first, she was cautious, trying not to disturb anything else that might alert the Ming family.
But as time ticked by.
She grew impatient.
Her eyes would occasionally dart towards the study door.
Her movements became increasingly hurried and agitated.
She had searched the desk thoroughly.
The places where Ming Ting Xu usually kept important documents did not seem to contain what she was looking for.
However, she did take out a few documents mid-search.
The study was too dim, so Ming Yan Lun couldn't get a clear look at what files she was holding.
But, anything taken from a locked drawer was undoubtedly a document of significant importance to the Ming family.
Ming Zhi Rou flipped through them casually.
Then she stuffed them into her bag.
Watching Ming Zhi Rou's actions, Ming Yan Lun couldn't quite articulate what he was feeling.
A few seconds later.
He pursed his lips and said, "Ming Zhi Rou's target wasn't that USB drive, but other documents from the Ming family. You lost this round."
This was a bet between him and Ming Zheng.
The bet was whether Ming Zhi Rou would betray the Ming family and steal the USB drive containing "Wang family core technology."
Although Ming Zhi Rou's current actions also constituted a betrayal of the Ming family, it wasn't the theft of the USB drive.
Therefore, Ming Zheng had lost.
Ming Zheng's eyebrows lifted slightly, her tone laced with a mocking casualness: "Is that so?"
That familiar, peculiar tone of questioning made Ming Yan Lun uncomfortable.
The facts were laid out before them, what else was there to refute?
What other twist could there be?
Ming Yan Lun watched the surveillance footage as Ming Zhi Rou, after stuffing the documents into her bag, turned to leave.
But she still turned back and began to search rapidly through the bookshelves behind her.
The expression on her face remained one of persistent urgency.
Clearly, her target was not those documents.
She had merely collected them incidentally when she saw they were useful to her.
This time, she was quick. In a box on the top shelf, she found the USB drive.
The USB drive belonged to Ming Yan Lun.
Ming Yan Lun recognized it instantly as the USB drive he had given to Ming Ting Xu that morning.
The USB drive containing "Wang family core technology."
Upon seeing the USB drive.
Ming Zhi Rou's agitated and anxious expression was instantly replaced by delight.
A smug smile curved her lips.
She then put the USB drive into her pocket.
Immediately, she stepped out and carefully left the study.
Ming Yan Lun's face instantly turned pale.
"Tsk, it looks like you lost," Ming Zheng let out a soft chuckle, her voice filled with schadenfreude. "Do you still believe that your precious sister would absolutely never harm your Ming family?"
Ming Yan Lun did not reply.
Emotions churned within him.
His hands, resting on the table, slowly clenched into fists.
"Next, we need to find out who is behind Ming Zhi Rou," Ming Zheng said, unconcerned with Ming Yan Lun's current emotional state.
She had connected to Ming Yan Lun's computer.
It was merely to use Ming Yan Lun's computer as a medium to infiltrate all of the Ming family's surveillance systems.
Ming Zheng tapped her phone a few times.
Soon, the surveillance footage on the screen changed from the study to the entire Ming family's monitored areas.
The Ming family resided in a three-story villa.
It occupied a vast expanse of land.
Each area was equipped with one or two surveillance cameras.
In total, there were at least twenty-odd cameras.
Normally, only the first-floor living room and important corridors had their surveillance active.
Other cameras were turned off.
Now, all cameras were operational.
The screen was instantly covered with surveillance feeds from various locations.
Ming Yan Lun was startled by what he saw.
He hadn't expected Ming Zheng to be able to infiltrate the Ming family's surveillance system so quickly, and to have the cameras running without anyone noticing.
Even he.
Wasn't sure if he could infiltrate and activate the surveillance without alerting anyone.
Let alone...
In such a short amount of time.
Truly worthy of being the Deep Web forum moderator, known as the king of hackers, Z.
Once all surveillance was operational.
They quickly traced Ming Zhi Rou's path.
After leaving the study, she looked around.
Seeing no one on the second floor.
She then feigned normalcy and headed directly towards the third-floor balcony.
There, because Ming Zhi Rou used to like sitting on the balcony to sunbathe, the Ming brothers had specially collaborated to build her a rattan hanging chair.
However, as they grew older.
She found the hanging chair too old-fashioned and, unable to openly criticize it in front of her brothers, visited it less often.
Naturally, fewer people in the Ming family went to that balcony.
At most, only the servants occasionally went there to clean.
But the current Ming family only had one servant.
The third-floor balcony was the safest place.
Ming Zhi Rou reached the balcony and carefully closed the door.
The balcony was overflowing with flowers, resembling a small garden.
This was all specially arranged according to her preferences.