The room was pitch black, illuminated only by the flashlights of two phones.
Lin Mo observed that, in this era, Apple's flashlight had a higher lumen output.
At least the girl in his arms had calmed down somewhat.
"Where did Auntie Chu go?"
"Mom went out for a business dinner. She hasn’t come back yet."
Lin Mo thought for a moment and decided to call her directly.
He had previously saved Chu Lintian’s phone number.
The phone rang for a long time before someone finally picked up.
"Hello, may I ask what this is about?"
A man’s voice, gentle and polite, came from the other end.
Lin Mo froze for a second, glancing down at Chu Miaomiao in his arms.
"I’m looking for Auntie Chu."
"Director Chu is currently occupied. If you could tell me what this is about, I can relay the message once she’s free?"
Lin Mo frowned. He took Chu Miaomiao’s phone and checked the contact labeled "Mom"—the number matched Chu Lintian’s private line.
After a pause, he spoke again, "Here’s the thing—Chu Miaomiao is in trouble. Where is Auntie Chu right now? I’ll explain the details when I see her."
The person on the other end hesitated. "Director Chu’s whereabouts… aren’t something I can disclose freely. But I’ll report this to her immediately. If you could tell me what happened, maybe I can help with her daughter’s situation."
Without another word, Lin Mo hung up.
That man was suspicious.
Chu Miaomiao looked up at Lin Mo. "What’s wrong? Is Mom coming back?"
At this moment, she seemed like nothing more than a curious little girl.
Then again, she was only fifteen—still very much a child.
"Since the house is so dark, why don’t we go find Auntie Chu instead?"
Chu Miaomiao was about to refuse, but then she realized Lin Mo had said "we"—he would be with her.
So she nodded without hesitation.
"Okay!"
"Change your clothes first. I’ll wait outside."
Lin Mo left his phone in the room, the light providing some comfort for Chu Miaomiao.
With him standing guard outside, her sense of security was at its peak.
But the moment he stepped out, Lin Mo headed straight for Chu Lintian’s room. He picked up a comb from the desk and performed a hand seal.
[Meng Tou: A supernatural ability to foresee events related to a person through their belongings.]
A chaotic vision unfolded before him.
A half-drunk woman was being dragged into a hotel room and thrown onto a bed.
"Heh, Director Chu, Director Chu… One night with me, and the contract is yours. Why make me resort to force? Was that really necessary?"
"General Manager Zhu, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now."
"Go on, go on. Don’t worry—your cut will be waiting for you."
Through his senses, Lin Mo locked onto the hotel’s location.
The vision faded, and his frown deepened.
So this was happening.
Meng Tou only allowed glimpses of the future, but now that Lin Mo knew, he would change it.
He returned to Chu Miaomiao’s door just as she stepped out, phone in hand.
She had changed into loose black clothing—dark colors made her look slimmer and helped conceal her figure.
Most importantly, she was wearing a chest binder underneath to further hide her curves.
"Do you know where Mom is?"
"Of course. We’ll just bring her home."
Lin Mo took her hand and led her downstairs.
Outside the residential complex, he hailed a taxi.
The two got into the backseat.
"Driver, Bazhou Convention Center’s Wanhao Hotel. And step on it!"
"Whoa, in such a hurry, young couple? It’s raining—can’t drive too fast."
The middle-aged driver leisurely pressed the meter and flicked a switch.
Lin Mo noticed everything. His eyes lifted to the rearview mirror.
The driver’s gaze met his through the reflection.
[She Hun: The ability to bewitch or control a person.]
"Drive faster."
"Right away!"
The driver instantly transformed into a seasoned racer.
From Baixing Park to Bazhou Convention Center wasn’t far—just over ten minutes at this reckless speed.
Twelve minutes later, they arrived at Wanhao Hotel.
Lin Mo turned to the driver. "Wait here for us."
"Absolutely!" The man’s eyes flashed purple.
Lin Mo led Chu Miaomiao inside.
She looked up at the towering hotel. "Mom’s really here?"
"Yeah, but she might be drunk. We’re just taking her home."
He gently patted her head.
Chu Miaomiao stared at him with admiration—he seemed so capable.
"Secretary Ji didn’t say anything about Mom being here. How did you know?"
Lin Mo glanced down at the not-so-naive girl.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded firmly. "I do!"
"Then that’s enough."
His divine sense expanded, stretching forty meters outward.
But the hotel was too vast—Chu Lintian wasn’t within range.
Retracting his senses, Lin Mo approached the front desk.
His eyes locked onto the receptionist as She Hun took effect once more.
"Tell me—which room was reserved under the name Ji?"
"Only one guest under the surname Ji has a reservation. Room 2422."
The receptionist’s eyes glazed over as she obediently answered.
"Give me the keycard."
She immediately produced one and handed it over.
With the keycard in hand, Lin Mo took Chu Miaomiao straight to the elevator.
"Is Mom upstairs?"
"Yes, but I don’t know the exact spot. We’ll wait for them to come to us."
The elevator doors opened on the 24th floor.
Following the room numbers, they soon reached their destination.
The keycard unlocked the door with a soft beep.
A light touch to the slot activated the power—no need to insert the card.
The executive suite was spacious, its lavish decor matching Lin Mo’s vision perfectly.
He casually picked up an apple from the fruit tray, wiped it, and took a bite.
"What are we waiting for here?" Chu Miaomiao blinked up at him, her eyes sparkling.
"Your mom, Secretary Ji, and—if things go as expected—General Manager Zhu."
Her pupils shrank. She immediately reached for her phone to call the police.
She wasn’t stupid—just innocent.
But Lin Mo pressed down on her hand.
"Don’t worry. With me here, nothing will happen."
Hearing this, she relaxed.
"Mom really won’t be in any danger?"
"None at all. She’ll be safe."
As he spoke, his divine sense detected three figures stepping into the elevator.