Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: Does He Want to Pursue Her?

As soon as Yun Mojiu returned home, she received a call from an unfamiliar number.

However, after connecting, there was only silence on the other end.

Just as she was about to hang up, a somewhat awkward voice suddenly spoke.

“Um… thank you for that day.”

It sounded as if it took great effort to say those words.

“If it weren’t for your talisman, I might have died in that car accident. I never like owing anyone favors—send me your bank account number, and I’ll transfer the money right now.”

Hearing the vaguely familiar voice, Yun Mojiu already knew who it was.

“All right.”

She didn’t hesitate.

She had expected that he would come looking for her again.

Not long after she sent the account number, Shen Fan transferred a million yuan to her.

Yun Mojiu pressed her lips together and immediately donated half her earnings for the day.

Elsewhere.

As soon as Wu Minyi got home and changed his shoes, he heard a bout of coughing.

He turned his head and saw his mother, Feng Guiyu, slowly descending the stairs.

A jolt of unease shot through his heart.

“Mom, are you feeling unwell?”

Feng Guiyu smiled gently. “Perhaps I’ve caught a chill. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine after taking some medicine.”

Wu Minyi frowned slightly.

Then, he dismissed the suspicion in his heart.

Impossible—what were the odds?

His mother must have just caught a cold!

Over the following two days, Feng Guiyu’s health rapidly declined. Her spirits worsened, her cough deepened, and she even began coughing up blood.

Wu Minyi immediately rushed her to the hospital.

But despite the doctors’ efforts, her condition only deteriorated.

Wu Minyi was thrown into utter panic.

He remembered Yun Mojiu’s words.

Without a second thought, he hurriedly drove home.

Once there, he searched everywhere, not missing a single corner.

Yet, inside and out, he found no sign of the green-eyed black cat Yun Mojiu had mentioned.

Just as he began to doubt himself and cursed his own foolishness for believing Yun Mojiu’s words—after all, she wasn’t some divine seer able to predict his mother’s misfortune, or that a cat that shouldn’t exist would appear in their home—

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

There was still one place he hadn’t checked: the basement.

Not long ago, his father had said there were many rats in the basement and that he was going to put down poison, lock the door, and kill them.

He had always disliked furry animals, especially cats and rats.

Thus, he had searched everywhere except there.

As this occurred to him, a wave of dread rose in his heart.

He hurried down to the basement.

But the door was locked, and he had no key.

He went straight to the garage, fetched a hammer, and used all his strength to smash the lock.

With a loud clang, after several strikes, the lock finally broke.

He pushed the door open, flicked on the light, and rushed inside.

The moment he saw the caged cat—its fur jet-black and its eyes glowing a vivid green—he stood there, utterly stunned.

There really was a cat!

And it was a green-eyed black cat!

Yun Mojiu… had been right!

His eyes widened in disbelief, his heart pounding violently.

He managed a few shaky steps forward, only to discover the cat was already dead.

It looked as though it had been strangled to death.

Blood had sprayed out, staining a photograph opposite the cage a glaring red.

And the person in the photograph was his mother!

The photo had been nailed to an object shaped like a pentagram.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Even if he was slow to understand, it was clear that everything here was likely connected to his mother’s illness.

And the basement had been locked by his father.

Which meant… it was very likely his father intended to harm his mother!

For a moment, his gaze grew exceedingly complicated.

It brimmed with disbelief, confusion, rage, and worry.

Thinking of his mother suffering in her hospital bed, he blinked back hot tears and pulled out his phone to call Xie Jingling.

Xie Jingling was busy dealing with company matters.

Lately, he’d been plagued by misfortune; if it wasn’t one project running into trouble, it was another. There was always an endless stream of problems to handle.

His personal life wasn’t much better.

At meals, he’d sometimes find his rice undercooked, or a bug or a hair in his food.

When he took a car, he’d either hit every red light or the car would break down.

Even walking, nothing would happen to the people ahead or behind him, but as he passed, flowerpots would drop or water would spill from above.

His luck was truly abysmal.

So, his mood had been extremely sour lately.

Seeing the caller ID, he frowned.

Why was Wu Minyi calling him?

He and Wu Minyi had grown up together.

But their personalities clashed, and they’d never gotten along.

He answered with a frown. “What do you want?”

“What’s Yun Mojiu’s phone number?” Wu Minyi wasted no time with pleasantries.

Xie Jingling raised an eyebrow. “What do you want Yun Mojiu’s number for?”

“I need it.”

At this, Xie Jingling narrowed his eyes.

“What for?”

“Haven’t you already divorced her? Why do you care? Just give me the number,” Wu Minyi replied impatiently.

With a snap, Xie Jingling hung up.

“Damn it! That bastard actually hung up on me!” Wu Minyi exploded, nearly cursing Xie Jingling’s ancestors.

He took a deep breath.

No, right now the most important thing was finding Yun Mojiu to save his mother!

Suppressing his anger, he dialed again.

As soon as the call connected, before Xie Jingling could speak, he said, “Give me Yun Mojiu’s number and I’ll let you have that East District project.”

Xie Jingling’s eyes narrowed.

Wu Minyi was willing to trade a major project for Yun Mojiu’s contact information?

He’d had his eye on that project for a long time, but due to a subordinate’s blunder, he’d lost the opportunity, and Wu Minyi had scooped it up.

If Wu Minyi was willing to give it up, it would help alleviate the company’s current troubles.

“All right,” he agreed at once.

Yet he couldn’t help but arch his brow.

Why was Wu Minyi so desperate for Yun Mojiu’s contact, willing to pay such a price?

Did he like her and want to pursue her?

Since when had Yun Mojiu become so sought after?

First, there was that young man of mysterious background who drove a globally limited-edition luxury car to fetch her.

Now, Wu Minyi, too...

His ex-wife, once she left him, had become so popular?

Involuntarily, a hint of bitterness crept into his heart.

He had discarded someone he thought was worthless, only to find that, after the divorce, she was in such demand.

It left him feeling as if he’d thrown away a pearl, mistaking it for a worthless stone, and a stifling heaviness settled in his chest.