The Mafia’s Rose Married The CEO - Chapter 468

Feng Xuan was getting tired of waiting as well. It was like they were all holding their breath until all the action starts. She was even being tempted to join Wuming’s idea of hunting down La Hiena instead of waiting here. But then again, with them leaving their sacred ground, meant they would be leaving Chengshi vulnerable.

She was not liking this idleness. She did not want to be thinking over her head again. It was why she was liking this wars in the first place because it was giving her a reason not to face her own problems.

She had been trying to get in touch with her father for a few days now. Feng Xuan was still mad at him for trying to escape her. He had been eluding her. She knew it, and it was not a nice feeling to be settling in her ċhėst. Here she was again, pacing in their bedroom, biting her lips as the line kept on ringing.

She gasped when the line was answered.

“Hello?”

“Father!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t been able to reach you!”

“Xuan?” her father’s voice deep and whole. “Do you know it’s four in the morning here?”

“No,” she said and scratched her head. “I don’t even know where you are right now. Can you come home? It’s not safe for you to be wondering around.”

“I’m not wondering around,” her father gruff. “I am on business. I am working.”

Feng Xuan wanted to roll her eyes at her father’s hard-headedness. She was not going to have any of that. “You need to come back. There are a lot of things that’s happening here. You can’t be away from us.”

“I’m fine,” said Feng Lizhao. “If they take me, you can just let me die. Don’t try to rescue me.”

It was as if her neck was suddenly flaming. “How can you say that?! You would rather die than answer my questions?!”

Feng Xuan waited but she did not get an answer.

“You’re kidding, right?” she asked, feeling like her ċhėst was being excavated. “You will really leave me in the dark about my mother?”

No answer still.

Feng Xuan clutched the phone in her hand, it was getting more and more appealing to throw in on the floor and jump on it until it was in a thousand pieces. “Now I know,” she said. “You’re really keeping something from me. Fine, if you want to stay where you are, then do it. I’m going to find this secret of yours, and when I do, if ever you get caught, I’ll leave you to fend for yourself against La Hiena.”

She ended the call. It was the first time that she had heard her father’s voice in weeks. It had always been his secretary who had been answering for him lately. Feng Xuan was already tired of the secretary’s high-pitched voice as it repeatedly told her that her father was not available to talk.

Feng Xuan, realizing what she just said, dropped on the corner of the bed. Did she really mean that she would let her father die if La Hiena had gotten his hands on him? No, of course not. There was no way that she would not do everything in her power to retrieve him.

Even this much betrayal was not enough for her to turn her back on her blood.

“Are you okay?” Qing Chen asked her as he stepped out of the bathroom, already dressed in a night shirt and pajamas.

She smiled at him. “Yes, I’m fine. My father’s just not really talking.”

A look of concern crossed Qing Chen’s features. “Is there anything I can do for you? We can have Qing Lok find him.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. He doesn’t want to be bothered right now.” She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. As she was passing, she pressed a kiss on Qing Chen’s lips. For a second, she got relief.

Everything’s going to be okay, she told herself. Qing Chen is here.

“Do you mind if I leave tomorrow? I won’t be gone longer than four hours. I have some things that I want to look into,” she said.

“Alright,” said Qing Chen, “I’ll know where you are anyway.”

As Feng Xuan was in the shower, letting the water run down her back as she curled on herself in the tub, she figured that she was grasping at straws here.

Who was she supposed to talk to about her mother? There had to be someone else other than her auntie—Wang Yimin’s mother–who had been out of reach as well for quite some time with her little boy toy.

Feng Xuan let the warm water drip on her face, before opening in surprise. Why haven’t she thought about it before?

She still had a person whom she could talk to.

Aunt Chunhua. She had been her mother’s friend. Her mother’s death wrecked her best friend. She had been sent to a mental asylum months after it happened.

Aunt Chunhua knew that her mother had been murdered. Aunt Chunhua also said something. She said that her mother was alive.

Feng Xuan was no longer going to take this running around in circles. She was going to know and she was going to get her answers stat!

She got out of the tub and messily wrapped a towel on her body. Her hair was still dripping with water when she pressed her phone on her ear. She quickly found where Aunt Chunhua was.

“Forest Havens, good evening,” answered a smooth voice.

“Hello,” she said, “I am wondering if you have a Go Chunhua there?”

“Who am I speaking? Are you looking to visit?”