Reborn into a Farming Family: My 18 Virtuous Wife is a Hero

Just as she was pondering the identities of these people, a detached male voice rang out, as mellow and intoxicating as a fine vintage wine buried in a cellar for many years.

"A-Zuo, let go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Mu's hands were freed. He put his hands behind his back and slowly massaged them. He looked up at the person who had spoken.

Thick, jet-black, ear-length short hair; sword-like eyebrows slanting into her temples, with a few strands of dark hair falling down just to cover the ends of her eyebrows; a pair of clear, deep black eyes, with a cold light hidden in their depths that makes the gazer's heart flutter; below her straight nose are warm, pink lips; her indifferent expression is subtly tinged with a sense of asceticism, making her all the more captivating; her features are distinct and exquisite, as if carved by a knife.

At this moment, those calm and reserved eyes were staring straight at Su Mu. Just one glance made her uneasy and she also felt that the man looked somewhat familiar. She frowned and suppressed her emotions. She turned her head and pressed the button for the first floor of the basement, which was now lit up. She glanced at which floor the elevator had reached and inadvertently noticed four words above her.

"For the President's Use Only"

Suddenly, she realized why people wanted to beat her up; she had entered the wrong elevator.

Judging from his appearance, he was only in his twenties and couldn't possibly be Lin Fuyi's father. So he could only be Lin's business partner or friend. A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, after all, she had made a mistake. But the two of them didn't say anything at the moment, and the atmosphere in the elevator instantly became awkward. After thinking for a moment, she turned around when the elevator reached the second floor.

"Um, sorry, I just got into the wrong elevator." Just then, the elevator doors opened, and she bent down, turned around, and walked out, but a gaze followed her back the whole time.

Behind him, the elevator doors slowly closed. A-Zuo turned his head to look at the man in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Wen, should we investigate her...?"

"No need." She raised her hand to stop him from finishing his sentence, her dark eyes staring straight at the crack in the elevator door, as if she could see the scene outside through the iron door.

“But her skills.” A-Zuo frowned, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

Although he was Wen Shao's bodyguard, his skills were unmatched in the Chinese martial arts world. Few could withstand more than three moves from him. How could a female student possess such skill and withstand several moves from him? This inevitably raises suspicions.

"I'm not her target."

"How's the investigation into He Shengyu going?"

Seeing that Wen Shao was changing the subject, A Zuo had no choice but to put aside the matter of Su Mu and said seriously, "I have already instructed my subordinates to investigate, and the results should be sent to Yiju tonight."

That evening at "Yiju"

"Young Master Wen." A Zuo stepped forward and handed the investigation results that his subordinate had just delivered to the man who was sitting on the sofa.

He took the paper and gently turned the pages one by one with his slender fingers. When he saw a photo in the upper left corner of one of the pages, his gaze suddenly stopped.

The photo shows a timid-looking long-haired girl, with a strand of black hair covering half of her face, making her features unclear. However, the beauty of the half of her face that wasn't obscured is still evident.

"Su Mu..."

She murmured softly, then suddenly a smile appeared on her thin lips, making her cold features even more alluring, but it was as fleeting as a flash in the pan, making A-Zuo think that what she had just seen was just an illusion.

"Have someone observe her secretly, and don't alert her for now." He handed the documents in his hand to A-Zuo and gave the instructions.

"Yes!" He walked out of the room, closed the door, and carefully examined the contents of the documents, but found nothing unusual. Only the girl in the half-body photo gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

A question arose in my mind: What exactly is Young Master Wen laughing at?

Sorry, there was a power outage.