Successfully Tracked Down Darling, Is There Something You Need to Explain

The Game City.

"Where on earth did that idiot run off to?"

Dongfang Zhixia frowned as she wandered alone through the enormous Game City, searching for the Little Secretary.

The prices in the Game City were not low. The Little Secretary's few coins wouldn't last long here, so logically speaking, she shouldn't have come to this place... Or was there something in here that particularly attracted that idiot?

Dongfang Zhixia thought about it for a moment. The only thing that could possibly attract her little idiot seemed to be discounted snacks.

Could it be that there were some discounted snacks inside?

With this thought in mind, Dongfang Zhixia gradually made her way from the gaming and entertainment area toward the casual snack zone.

The interior of the Game City was massive. It wasn't just a simple collection of amusement rides; large chain malls and supermarkets were all housed within it. It was a super complex. Coupled with its prime location, its ability to rake in money every year was quite terrifying.

It was a very impressive project. As the future heir of the Dongfang family, the President was naturally well aware of these figures. Unfortunately... the Game City never accepted any external shares or capital injections.

Its backer was from Da'ao City, and their identity was rather special. Any investigation into the matter would hit a dead end right there.

Since they were from Da'ao City, it was impossible for them to be short of money. As for approaching it from other angles and offering something of equal value in exchange, that would be too difficult. After all, anything that could catch the other party's eye would certainly be highly valued by the Dongfang family as well, making such an exchange somewhat not worth it.

In the end, Dongfang Zhixia could only look upon the investors and founders behind the Game City with an approving gaze. Their foresight was extraordinarily sharp...

Venturing deeper inside.

Dongfang Zhixia eventually stopped in front of a small vendor selling scallion pancakes and roujiamo.

She pulled out a red hundred-yuan bill, then took out her phone and opened her photo album. The screen displayed an image of the Little Secretary happily munching on a scallion pancake, her cheeks bulging, looking rather silly and not entirely smart.

"Have you seen this person? Answer my question, and this money is yours."

The President's actions were as domineering as always. She never expected to get something for nothing; after all, people had no obligation to tell her anything or answer her questions. But it was a different story when money was involved... If a path was blocked, she would simply pave it open with cash!

The stall owner first looked at the red bill in Dongfang Zhixia's hand, and then looked at her breathtaking beauty and her aggressive aura... Hiss, where did this noble young lady come from?

The moment the President stood there, the word "authority" was practically written on her face. Anyone who wasn't an idiot could tell that Dongfang Zhixia's status was extraordinary. She was far too beautiful, and at the same time, far too intimidating.

The stall owner wasn't in a hurry to take the money. Instead, he nodded. "No problem, young lady!"

For some unknown reason, the owner automatically stood at attention when speaking to the President, and even his tone became much more polite. Although the stall owner was speaking Mandarin, he had a very obvious accent, sounding like he was from Dadong City.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that there was also a grilled cold noodle stall in front of the owner...

"This little girl doesn't seem to have come to my stall..." the owner said after carefully examining the photo.

Dongfang Zhixia nodded, left the money on the counter, put her phone away, and prepared to ask the next vendor. There were only a dozen or so stalls here; she could easily pinpoint the Little Secretary's location for less than two thousand yuan. It was a very cost-effective deal.

Just as the President was about to leave, the owner's heavily accented, broken Mandarin rang out once again.

"Well, young lady, don't be in such a hurry. Although she didn't come to my stall, I have seen this little girl around." The owner looked at the President in front of him with an honest and straightforward expression.

Even though the President had already left the money—meaning he would get the hundred yuan whether he spoke up or not—his conscience told him he couldn't just leave it at that. Since he had taken someone's money, he had to actually do something for it, otherwise he wouldn't feel at ease keeping it.

However... he had to admit, his mother really hadn't lied to him. Big cities really were full of opportunities!

That single sentence stopped the naturally suspicious President in her tracks.

Dongfang Zhixia raised an elegant eyebrow. "Where did you see her, and when?"

Dongfang Zhixia's tone remained as forceful as ever, sounding as if she were interrogating someone. An ordinary person would definitely feel uncomfortable, but the owner was an honest, simple man. He didn't think much of it and instead scratched his head, trying hard to recall what had happened earlier.

"It should have been about half an hour ago, right over at the brother's stall next door. There seemed to be a young lad with her who was just a little bit better-looking than me..."

The owner was a simple man. Thinking of Ye Cheng's face, which could rival that of an incubus, he ultimately gave the fair assessment of "just a little bit better-looking than me."

Dongfang Zhixia's expression was normal when she heard the initial description of the Little Secretary. But upon hearing that there was a man beside the Little Secretary, the President's face instantly darkened, and her eyes narrowed.

As if realizing something, Dongfang Zhixia took out her phone, scrolled through it for a moment, and finally found a photo of Ye Cheng. In the picture, he was holding an iced black tea in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, grinning widely and showing his teeth, looking extremely happy.

This was a picture of Ye Cheng downing an iced black tea after finishing his shift at the shady logistics warehouse... As for why the President had this photo on her phone when Ye Cheng might not even have it on his own—and why she had quite a few similar photos—that remained a mystery.

It was probably... just a coincidence, right?

The owner took a look and nodded. "Yes, that's him. He ate five portions of grilled cold noodles at my stall. He's freaking awesome!"

There was no underlying emotion in the owner's words, only pure admiration and shock at Ye Cheng eating five portions of grilled cold noodles in a row. It was too impressive; he could eat even more than the owner himself. Moreover, after finishing the grilled cold noodles at his stall, Ye Cheng had run over to the next stall and devoured several starch sausages and deep-fried skewers...

"Take me to find the other stalls," Dongfang Zhixia said calmly, her eyes still narrowed.

"I can't leave right now. Maybe later, young lady. My stall brings in several hundred yuan a day..." The owner counted on his fingers. He wasn't trying to use this opportunity to extort money from the President; he was genuinely and seriously explaining his situation.

Looking at the owner's wise eyes, one could tell he wasn't capable of such scheming thoughts. Besides... what kind of ulterior motives could someone possibly have if they admired a certain bastard for eating five portions of grilled cold noodles?

Dongfang Zhixia didn't want to calculate the cost, nor could she be bothered to. She took out her phone and scanned the payment QR code hanging in front of the owner's stall.

"Ding!"

"Green Bubble has received 5,000 yuan!"

"Now, take me to the stalls those two visited earlier so I can get the useful information I want. As for how you manage things, how you split the money, or how you... I don't want to know. I just want to know where those two went right now. Do you understand?"

Dongfang Zhixia crossed her arms over her chest, her face completely indifferent. An inexplicable pressure emanated from her, exuding authority without anger, as the aura of someone in power unfurled...

The boss's eyes widened and he nodded repeatedly to show that he understood... Damn, as expected of a big city, there really are so many opportunities!

Over the next while, the boss took the President to various stalls, piecing together complete and useful information bit by bit. Eventually, all the scattered clues formed a fact that left Dongfang Zhixia slightly silent.

The idiot she had raised at home for so many years seemed to have been... tricked into fooling around by some bastard.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

For some reason, Dongfang Zhixia's heart skipped a beat, and she had an extremely bad feeling...

"Sister, could it be that your boyfriend is cheating on you? Do you need my help? I'm strong, and my punches hurt!" Seeing that the President's expression wasn't very good, the boss volunteered himself.

After all, having received so much money from the President, he wouldn't feel at ease keeping it if he didn't offer to do something!

Dongfang Zhixia looked at the boss in front of her, who was about as tall as Ye Cheng but not as well-built, and shook her head. "You can't beat him."

She knew that bastard's physical fitness too well; he was built like an ox. The boss in front of her was indeed sturdy, but... compared to a certain someone, he was still lacking. This was the President's confidence in Ye Cheng, an inexplicable confidence.

For the sake of the boss's safety, she decided to let it go.

After saying that, the President headed in a certain direction. It was the final destination deduced from all the useful information gathered from the stall owners: the carousel?

Standing there, the boss watched the President walk away, looking a bit unconvinced... He could accept other things, but he was very strong. How could he not beat him? It wasn't like he hadn't seen Ye Cheng before; he looked like a studious kid. How much strength could he possibly have?

You have to know, back when he was farming at home, he could carry several bags of fertilizer by himself, weighing four to five hundred pounds!

Boss, I admit that your bags of fertilizer are indeed authoritative, and ordinary people can't do it, but is there a possibility... that your opponent isn't quite human?

A short while later, at an exit of the amusement center.

Dongfang Zhixia stood at the exit, ready to try her luck.

She had no choice; she had already failed. She didn't find the Little Secretary and Ye Cheng at the carousel. Without a doubt, the two had already left. She had delayed for too long.

There were quite a few exits in the amusement center. Dongfang Zhixia chose the most likely one and decided to stake it out. If she didn't catch them, it would just prove she had bad luck. At this point, gambling on luck was her only option.

However... her luck seemed to be pretty good.

Not far away, Ye Cheng looked like a crazed bullfrog, carrying the Little Secretary on his shoulder and sprinting wildly through the amusement center, drawing gasps and sighs of amazement from the people around... This kid was really strong!

The moment they appeared, the President's gaze accurately locked onto the two of them. She... saw them. It was indeed the idiot from her family, along with a certain detestable guy.

Dongfang Zhixia crossed her arms over her chest and walked over to the path Ye Cheng had to take to leave, quietly waiting for him to come to her.

"Woohoo!!!"

Ye Cheng's face was full of excitement. There was no lingering fear, only admiration for his extreme maneuvers. Hahaha, as expected of him!!!

Ye Cheng hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when he suddenly saw what looked like a familiar face to the side...

Hmm?

He wasn't entirely sure, so he took another look.

Ye Cheng turned his head and saw a "one-to-one replica wax figure of the President" standing there, making him sigh in amazement.

"Hamster, why is there a wax figure of your young miss placed here? It startled me. I thought the President had actually come."

"But I have to say, this wax figure is quite realistic. Look at this nose, these eyes, this..."

As Ye Cheng spoke, he ran his hands all over it. After inspecting it for a moment, Ye Cheng realized that something seemed off.

Wait a minute... wasn't a wax figure supposed to be cold to the touch? Why was the one in front of him so warm? It must be an illusion, right?

Wait... warm?

Hmm???

Silently, Ye Cheng let go of his hands.

Gulp.

Ye Cheng swallowed hard, cold sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

"As expected of the President's wax figure, it's so perfect no matter how you look at it. Just taking one glance, I've already fallen hopelessly in love with the President. Hamster, wait for me right here. I'm going to buy some oranges... Oh wait, no. I'm going to bring the President some local specialties from the amusement center. The President works so hard all day, it's only right for us lackeys to show our respect..."

Ye Cheng muttered to himself with a completely straight face, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he spoke. His speaking speed gradually increased, terrified that if he spoke too slowly, he wouldn't even have the chance to open his mouth later.

After a good while, Ye Cheng finally finished his "disclaimer" and prepared to grease his soles and slip away.

Smack!

A hand landed on Ye Cheng's shoulder, accompanied by the President's incredibly "gentle" voice.

"Darling, shouldn't you give me a proper explanation?"

"Also... why is her belly so big?" Dongfang Zhixia pointed at the Little Secretary's bulging stomach. Her face still wore that incredibly gentle smile, but... in a daze, Ye Cheng seemed to see a Hannya ghost holding a knife appear behind the President once again.

Ye Cheng: "..."