Chapter 223: Caught a Feng Yumo

On Sunday, Xia Yu, having just received new equipment, excitedly went out with Yan Wei, leaving Xia Yu alone at home to study.

In the afternoon, Kong Hanyue called him and said she had found a suitable villa, inviting Xia Yu to come have a look.

Xia Yu was already tired of doing practice problems, so he went to meet Kong Hanyue, and the two went together to view the villa.

It was a high-end villa complex in the Republic of China style. Although it had an ancient charm, the narrow yard could probably only fit one car. The road lacked greenery and was paved with stone slabs instead.

More importantly, the house was tall and narrow, which did not meet Xia Yu’s aesthetic preferences.

“What do you think of this one?” Kong Hanyue asked him.

“Let’s keep looking,” Xia Yu replied, clearly unsatisfied.

“Do you have something specific in mind? What kind of style?” Kong Hanyue also felt this one wasn’t great, but she had considered that Xia Yu, being an artist, might appreciate the Republic of China style.

“I want one with a big yard,” Xia Yu said, thinking of villas like An Siyao’s or the Feng family’s, with flower beds and large lawns in the front.

After hearing Xia Yu’s words, Kong Hanyue reached out and touched his forehead. “You don’t have a fever. Why are you talking nonsense? Thinking you can get a big yard for twenty million? Are you planning to move to the countryside?”

Indeed, money was still an issue.

Xia Yu sighed, his desire to earn more money growing stronger.

“How about you move into my community then? One point something million can get you a decent place with a small yard to play around in. Twenty million is kind of awkward—it’s neither high nor low. Many houses at that price don’t even have yards or swimming pools, just a building,” Kong Hanyue had done some research.

She also wanted a big yard where she could host banquets for hundreds of people, but money was a big problem. She even dreamed of buying a small island!

“Then let’s go with what you said,” Xia Yu gave up the idea of finding the perfect place immediately and decided to settle for something less ideal for now.

At Kong Hanyue’s villa, Xia Yu was used to that kind of layout and found it convenient.

“Then I’ll start looking for you. What kind of decoration style do you prefer? There are several people in my community who want to sell, and their decoration styles are all different.”

“Just send me some photos later. I don’t really know much about decoration styles,” Xia Yu replied.

“Okay.”

The two returned to Kong Hanyue’s villa. She wanted Xia Yu to stay, but he refused, as he needed to go back and study.

He also declined her offer to have the driver take him home and left by subway himself. On the way, he intentionally passed by the street where Feng Yujia worked.

He entered a convenience store and bought a can of cola. Feng Yujia, wearing a mask, checked him out.

“How’s the working life going?” Xia Yu asked casually.

“It’s okay, just standing is a bit tiring,” Feng Yujia answered truthfully.

“If no one’s around, you can sit down. The manager won’t say anything either,” Xia Yu advised her like an experienced person.

“Really?” Feng Yujia asked, surprised.

“Really. If you’re clever, you can even secretly play with your phone,” Xia Yu leaned over behind the counter, pointing at the drawer below and telling her, “Just hide your phone here. When someone comes, just close the drawer.”

Feng Yujia memorized these practical slacking-off techniques.

During their conversation, Xia Yu noticed that Feng Yujia’s mood hadn’t fluctuated much despite her transition from a young lady to a cashier. This made him more willing to help her.

Only with a good mindset could she truly persist in running away from home. If she could maintain this attitude, perhaps Feng’s father might actually give in to the two of them.

Of course, this premise assumed that Feng’s father truly cared about his daughter. If he were a cold-hearted father, he might prefer to let the two girls work, keeping them away from trouble, and then come and drag them to District Eleven at the right time, tying them up and forcing a marriage.

Then he could use the excuse of “you’re already here anyway” to comfort the two girls.

If Xia Yu were their father, he might have done exactly that.

The two captured girls might protest for a few weeks at most. Giving them some fun things to play with would soon cheer them up.

Human adaptability is strong. Even the most unwilling things become acceptable with time.

After saying goodbye to Feng Yujia, Xia Yu left the convenience store and walked toward a nearby cake shop.

According to an online forum, there was a good cake shop around, so he decided to try it out.

After walking a street, Xia Yu noticed someone was tailing him.

Because of the distance and to avoid alerting the follower, Xia Yu couldn’t see who it was.

Who could it be?

Xia Dongyang’s tracking was never this bad. But besides Xia Dongyang, who else would follow him?

When he reached a relatively quiet street, in front of an alley, Xia Yu suddenly quickened his pace, darted into the alley, and stood at the entrance, waiting for the follower to come.

When the target being followed suddenly ran, the follower would surely panic, fearing that the target might escape. She would rush into the alley to check, and at that moment, Xia Yu, lying in wait, could catch her by surprise.

If he turned around directly to catch her, she might escape into the crowd, and Xia Yu might not be able to catch her.

Xia Yu’s plan was flawless. Three seconds later, a figure indeed rushed into the alley.

Xia Yu grabbed her wrist, twisted both her hands behind her back, and subdued her.

He couldn’t see her face clearly, but from the scent coming from her, he could tell she was a young girl.

“Ahh!” the girl screamed.

Finding the voice familiar, Xia Yu glanced at her face.

It was Feng Yumo.

“…” Xia Yu decided to pretend he didn’t know her. “Why were you following me?”

“I wasn’t! I didn’t!” Feng Yumo denied it.

“If you weren’t following me, then I’ll just take you home to warm my bed,” Xia Yu said, pulling Feng Yumo along as he walked.

“Wait a minute! If I wasn’t following you, shouldn’t you let me go?” Feng Yumo couldn’t understand the logic of Xia Yu’s words.

“If you were following me, that proves you had a plan. I wouldn’t dare to take you away directly, in case you had an accomplice who could call the police. But since you weren’t following me, there’s no need to worry anymore,” Xia Yu explained.

Feng Yumo thought for a moment and it did seem to make sense.

But something still felt off! Why was the premise that you would take me away?

“Didn’t expect that going out today would bring me such a rare catch. I’m really lucky,” Xia Yu imitated a villain’s smile.

“This is illegal!” Feng Yumo struggled.

“No worries, my basement is deep and well hidden, hehehe.”

The alley was dimly lit. Her wrist hurt from being grabbed, and the girl was further unsettled by his sinister smile and words. Feng Yumo’s heart was in chaos, unsure how to react.

As a young lady, she had never encountered such a dangerous situation before. She was so frightened that she even forgot to call for help. After a whimper, tears streamed from her eyes.

This made Xia Yu panic. He had only wanted to play a joke on the girl and teach her a lesson—not to enter secluded alleys.

Luckily, the alley was secluded, or Xia Yu would have been surrounded by onlookers.

Now, how should he wrap this up?