For a moment, both of them fell silent.

You looked at me, and I looked at you—neither of us seemed inclined to answer the call.

After a long while, Ming Yue finally nudged Jiang Feng with her elbow. “Stutterer, maybe there’s something important they want to talk to you about.”

“Actually, I already know what he wants from me,” Jiang Feng said, still clutching the phone without picking it up.

Ming Yue asked, “What is it?”

“You?”

“You’re saying he’s looking for me? He couldn’t find me, so he called your number instead?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, surely he doesn’t know about the two of us…”

Ming Yue figured that the unnamed male operative probably still hadn’t guessed the connection between Jiang Feng and herself.

But Jiang Feng replied, “Don’t underestimate him—he’s not stupid. He may have suspected something all along; he just hasn’t dared to believe it yet.”

“So you…”

“Just answer. We need to be sure before we can really know,” Jiang Feng sighed, finally picking up the phone just as it was about to disconnect.

Then he heard Fu Qiancheng’s weak voice on the other end: “Jiang Feng, where have you been these past few days? We haven’t seen a single trace of you!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a few coughs echoed through the line.

Ming Yue immediately frowned upon hearing this.

Jiang Feng’s brow also furrowed slightly as he softly said to the man on the other end, “Oh, I’ve got something urgent to take care of. What’s up?”

“Yueyue’s missing.”

The man on the other end blurted out right away.

Jiang Feng still had one hand resting on Ming Yue’s lower abdomen, his tone calm. “She’s missing? That can’t be true! How could such a big person just vanish like that? Are you overthinking things?”

“I’m not overthinking it. I went to the Ming Family Home, and there isn’t even the slightest trace of her there. I’ve tried calling her, but no one answers; I’ve sent her text messages and WeChat messages, but she hasn’t replied either.”

Fu Qiancheng’s voice was thick with weariness, and after he finished speaking, another round of coughing followed.

Ming Yue’s heart clenched involuntarily, though her expression gave nothing away.

Jiang Feng responded calmly, “Oh, really? Maybe she’s just busy with something else. Don’t worry—she’s such a tough, headstrong person; she wouldn’t get into any trouble. If anything were to happen, it’d be… uh…”

Before he could finish, someone suddenly squeezed his waist hard, the pain nearly giving him away.

Fu Qiancheng on the other end immediately pressed, “What do you mean ‘it’d be’? What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you talking anymore?”

“Oh, nothing—just got bitten by a mosquito,” Jiang Feng lied effortlessly. The other side, however, snorted in confusion. “A mosquito? Right now? At your place?”

“Yeah.”

“Jiang Feng!”

“By the way, what were we just talking about again? Oh, right—about Yueyue! I don’t think anything will happen to her. She looks sharp and shrewd—how could she possibly get into trouble? Stop overthinking it. If she’s not home, she’s probably just out having fun somewhere. She’ll probably come back on her own in a few days.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone squeezed his waist again—hard this time.

This time, Jiang Feng didn’t cry out; instead, he quickly grabbed the offending little hand and firmly pinned it within his large palm.

Fu Qiancheng on the other end clearly wasn’t buying it. “What kind of situation is she in now? How could she just go off on her own like that? You wouldn’t brush me off like this, would you?”

“I…”

“Alright, alright—go ahead and take care of your business. I’ll keep looking.”

Fu Qiancheng hurriedly hung up the phone.

As the dial tone echoed through the room, the two of them seemed frozen in time—each staring at the other, neither uttering a word.

After a long while, Jiang Feng turned to Ming Yue and said, “Given how much Qiancheng cares about you, if he still can’t find you, he might ask Gu Yanxing for help. Gu Yanxing runs a Private Detective Agency, and then…”

“I know.”

Ming Yue remained remarkably calm.

She’d anticipated this step all along.

It was only a matter of when, not whether—and there was nothing to worry about.

End of Chapter 107: Counterattack 33