C16 Goodbye Mr Chen

Muh Chen had initially intended to dismiss his phone, but a sudden movement from the girl on the screen caused her sleeve to flip, revealing a purple bracelet on her wrist.

His gaze immediately sharpened at the sight, and he looked up just in time to see Zhao Sitong gracefully hopping from one car roof to another, her skirt held in one hand. More than a dozen police officers were frantically clearing a path through the crowd, hot on the girl's heels. Onlookers excitedly raised their phones to capture the moment, their enthusiasm mirroring that of paparazzi swarming a scandal-ridden celebrity.

As Sitong approached, her waterfall of hair danced in the wind with each bound she took. Her out-of-season princess dress only served to enhance her vibrant charm.

Muh Chen's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the previous day's encounter with Sitong—the way she looked at him, that bracelet—his eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

Noticing that Muh Chen's attention had shifted from his phone, Muh Qing quickly retrieved it and turned to live-stream the unfolding drama to his buddies.

Meanwhile, Sitong spotted a black "iron box" ahead that seemed vaguely familiar. She didn't dwell on it, her sole focus was to shake off the persistent "savages" trailing her.

The moment Sitong's foot touched down on Muh Chen's Bentley, he pressed a button on the car. "Poof!" The ground gave way beneath her, and she tumbled into a "black hole"—or rather, an "iron box."

Sitong gasped, cradling her throbbing forehead as she slowly attempted to rise. "Bang—Wow—" She looked up at the now-sealed metal box, puzzled about how she had ended up there.

Muh Chen observed Sitong's movements with a detached air, while Muh Qing's mouth hung open in astonishment. He couldn't believe that Mr. Chen, the epitome of composure, had opened the sunroof to let the girl tumble in! His fingers slackened in surprise, and his phone slid from his grasp, completely ignoring the group chat that was now ablaze with reactions to his live stream.

"Ah—Mr. Chen, is it really you? Am I dreaming?" Zhao Sitong rubbed her head and glanced around, her eyes suddenly locking with a pair of dark, indifferent ones. Her gaze fixated on the face she had longed for, one that seemed sculpted from her daydreams and nightly thoughts.

Overwhelmed with joy, Zhao Sitong burst into tears and flung herself onto Muh Chen's arms, tightly grasping them. Reflecting on the whirlwind of events from the previous day until that morning, she felt a wave of emotion and her tears fell freely. But then she remembered Mr. Chen didn't recognize her anymore, and she quickly dabbed her tears away.

Meanwhile, Muh Chen's Bentley was encircled by police officers, with onlookers crowding around, eagerly discussing the spectacle they had just witnessed.

Muh Qing, regaining his composure and noticing their car was besieged, looked to Muh Chen for guidance. With a knowing glance from Muh Chen, Muh Qing got the cue, opened the car door, and stepped out.

"Muh Qing, what are you doing here? Is Mr. Chen in the car? That woman just now—" Wenn Tao was taken aback to see Muh Qing emerging from the vehicle. His eyes darted to the license plate, realizing he had been too preoccupied with apprehending the girl to notice Chen's car.

"Mr. Tao, can I have a word with you?" Muh Qing gestured for Wenn Tao to step aside.

"Muh Qing, you need to tell Mr. Chen to hand that girl over to me, quickly. She's ill, mentally ill! I was planning to take her to the psychiatric hospital this morning, but she got away, and I've been chasing her ever since," Wenn Tao blurted out, not waiting for Muh Qing to respond.

"What? Mentally ill?" Muh Qing looked toward the vehicle in disbelief, but from the outside, he couldn't discern what was happening inside.

"Yes, so please, let Mr. Chen know," Wenn Tao urged.

"Well, Mr. Tao, Mr. Chen just said he intends to take the girl with him. He mentioned you should discuss any matters with him later," Muh Qing explained, finding himself in an awkward position.