The night was quiet, a crescent moon hung in the sky like the grim reaper's scythe, poised to reap lives at any moment.
Wang Fen's body had already been arranged by Xuan Feng to be sent back outside Shangyang. As soon as they left the Dark Department's base, chip experts were dispatched overnight to decipher the secrets within the chip.
Deciphering the chip would take several days, so Bai Xi and Han Mo had to stay at the Han family villa for these two days.
She was still quite worried about the Kui Hall.
The terror of the Kui Hall was truly hard to gauge.
They had been secretly infiltrating China for decades.
As for using Han Zheng and Han Fang to transport illegal drugs, she didn't know how long ago that had been, or even how much had been transported, what kind of drugs they were, or what harm they would cause to ordinary people.
And during the haunted house incident, the recording already indicated that the Kui Hall was prepared to declare war on her. Whether this preparation involved these drugs was also unknown.
What she could do now was to strictly investigate all the drugs and medicines that had passed through Han Zheng and Han Fang's hands during this period, to prevent those illegal drugs from circulating in the market and to trace the source. This required the full cooperation of the Han family patriarch.
And she was now in Shangyang, awaiting all the results, and also hoping to find information about this matter from the chip.
Lost in thought, Bai Xi had already finished showering, put on her bathrobe, turned off the faucet, and sat on the bed wiping her hair.
Just then, a knock came from the door: "Miss Bai, are you asleep?"
Bai Xi frowned and went to open the door.
The door opened to reveal a young girl in a maid's uniform. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she was lively, spirited, and cute: "Eldest Miss, this is from my young master, sent to you. A cake and fruit."
With that, she placed the cake in front of Bai Xi.
The fruit platter was exquisitely arranged, with a sweet and sour taste that made one's mouth water just by looking at it. The cake, though not large, had a unique design. In the center of the fragrant cream were two Q-version figures made of fondant, looking very peculiar.
The man pouted, clearly asking for a kiss from the woman. The woman, however, looked shy and demure. Around them, countless red hearts were scattered.
It looked rather strange.
She raised an eyebrow slightly and said faintly, "Thank your young master for me."
Thank him for his boredom.
After speaking, she directly took the fruit platter.
Bai Xi turned and walked to the coffee table, placing the fruit platter down. She picked up the towel she had left on the sofa, preparing to continue drying her hair, when another knock came from the door.
Bai Xi frowned: "What is it?"
A middle-aged man's voice came from outside: "Eldest Miss, it's me."
Bai Xi didn't know the voice well, but she vaguely remembered that it was the butler of the villa, whom Han Rui called Uncle Zhang.
Bai Xi walked forward and opened the door.
Uncle Zhang stood at the door with a smile: "Good evening, Eldest Miss. These are some snacks prepared by Mr. Han for you. Please accept them."
As he spoke, he moved his hand slightly, and two men in chef hats pushed a small cart forward. On the cart were several plates covered with metal lids.
Even with the lids on, the aroma of the food could not be concealed.
She had returned quite late in the evening, so she had missed the Han family's dinner. Moreover, she had been preoccupied with the Kui Hall issue, so she hadn't thought of buying food on the way.
Now, smelling the aroma of the food, she felt quite hungry.
Mr. Han... undoubtedly, it had to be Han Mo.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
Uncle Zhang smiled slightly: "Eldest Miss, you don't need to thank me. These dishes were prepared by Mr. Han himself. We were merely the deliverymen."
Bai Xi was a little surprised: "You mean these dishes were made by Han Mo himself..."
Uncle Zhang gave a meaningful smile: "Indeed, Mr. Han's skills are quite good. Our young master enjoys fine dining, and the Han family's chefs are handpicked. Yet, even they admit they are inferior to Mr. Han's culinary techniques."
This Mr. Han is truly clever. To win a woman's heart, one must first win her stomach.
With this understanding, the two of them would surely last.
Bai Xi looked at the dishes already laid out on the table, her eyes softening: "Thank you."
This 'thank you' was for Uncle Zhang and also for Han Mo, who had prepared this meal.
Uncle Zhang smiled: "Eldest Miss, please enjoy. We shall take our leave."
After the food was served, Uncle Zhang and the chefs left.
Bai Xi picked up the towel she had been using to dry her hair again. Just as she lifted it, another knock came from the door: "Who is it?"
Will my hair be air-dried naturally today?
A woman's voice came from outside. From the sound of it, it was the same girl who had delivered the fruit platter earlier: "Eldest Miss, this servant is ordered by Young Master Han to bring you wine."
Bai Xi frowned, resigned, and put down the towel. She walked over and opened the door.
At the door stood the maid in the uniform from before.
She was holding a bottle of opened red wine, which was placed in a decanter.
"Eldest Miss, this is what Young Master Han asked me to bring to you. He said, he said, he said..."
After saying "he said" three times, she couldn't get out the rest of the words, and her pretty face turned red with embarrassment.
Bai Xi frowned, looking at the maid's flushed face, and said faintly, "If he can't say it, then forget it. Just leave the wine here."
Han Rui's mouth was like a terrifying ghost; whether to listen or not was all the same.
As for accepting the bottle of wine, it was merely to avoid making things difficult for the young girl in front of her.
The girl quickly stepped forward, placed the red wine on Bai Xi's table, and then retreated. As she reached the doorway, she suddenly called out loudly: "My young master says he wishes Eldest Miss to be half-awake when drunk, and her dreams to be without traces, but absolutely, absolutely do not dream of him, do not think of him."
With that, she closed the door.
Bai Xi: "..."
Think of him? What nonsense?
It seemed Han Rui's previous injuries had completely healed, and he was itching for trouble again.
Standing at the door, looking at the table full of delicacies, fine wine, and fruit, Bai Xi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the door, followed by a light knock.
This time, Bai Xi didn't even ask. She opened the door directly and said faintly, "Is there anything else to deliver?"
As she opened the door, she caught a familiar scent, the unique fragrance of Han Mo, faint yet discernible to her.
The visitor was none other than Han Mo.