Soul Patch

Chapter 56 Black Skull

This girl comes from a rural area, is of average appearance, and hasn't received much education, so she can't find a decent job.

But she was skilled at housework and had a kind and honest personality, so Jia Nan hired her as soon as he bought the villa.

Jia Nan quickly finished her meal and went up to the second floor of the villa.

Upon reaching the second floor, he passed through two bedrooms and stopped at the last one on his right. He pressed the fingerprint lock, and a crisp "click" echoed in the empty corridor as the door in front of him popped open.

This is a bedroom decorated in a Nordic minimalist style. Upon entering, you are greeted by a 270-degree corner bay window with softly draped curtains, making the entire room feel as if it is enveloped in a swaying dream.

A large bed, measuring two meters by two meters, is placed against the wall on the left, while a tatami-style solid wood desk is on the right, with a fabric backrest on each side of the desk.

A laptop sat on the desk. Jia Nan closed the door and turned on the nightlight on the desk.

In the dimly lit bedroom, the corner of the desk was bathed in warm yellow light.

Jia Nan took off her coat, took a shower in the bedroom bathroom, and changed into the bathrobe in the bathroom.

He tied the belt of his bathrobe as he sat down at his desk and turned on his computer.

At that moment, he remembered something and took out a ring from the pocket of the clothes he had just taken off.

That wasn't a real ring, but a miniature tracker shaped like a ring.

He got up and went to the bathroom, threw the ring into the sink, poured toilet cleaner into the sink, and soon a string of fine bubbles rose up.

He stared at the bubble for a moment, lost in thought, before returning to his computer and opening a game interface.

As the game interface opens, a pure black background is displayed, with a skull icon flashing continuously.

Jia Nan sent him a message while offline: "Are you there?"

His avatar in the game was an adorable cartoon girl. He typed out his message, and the cute avatar paired with the pink speech bubble made it seem like he was flirting with someone.

A wicked smile gradually appeared on Jia Nan's lips, making his already aloof aura even more mysterious.

Soon after, the skull sent an offline file, and its avatar turned gray, indicating it was offline.

Jia Nan clicked "accept" without hesitation.

The process of waiting to receive the file was agonizing. His internet speed was fast, and the file wasn't large, so it was received in less than thirty seconds.

But it felt like an eternity to him.

Seeing that the received files were in the designated folder, he glanced at the other files marked with dates in the folder and smiled slightly.

"Knock, knock, knock," came a knocking sound at the bedroom door.

The sudden knocking made him pause, his hand that was about to open the file.

He quickly closed the folder, shut the laptop, and looked warily toward the door.

Seeing no movement inside, An Ran, who was standing at the door, asked softly, "Brother Jia Nan, your milk is ready."

"Oh, please put it in my study."

It turned out to be An Ran, and Jia Nan lowered her guard.

"Ok"

An Ran carried a cup of hot milk to the first room on the left on the second floor, pushed open the door, and went inside.

That was Jia Nan's study. The room was very large, with three walls custom-built into bookshelves according to wall height, housing books of all kinds.

Jia Nan allowed her to come in and clean, and to take any books she liked to read.

Ke Anran tiptoed in, placed the hot milk on the desk in the study, closed the door, and went straight downstairs.

She wouldn't linger in the room, nor would she look around. The employment agency staff who introduced her had warned her that if she wanted to stay in this job long-term, she needed to be sensible.

Her understanding of being sensible is to not pry into other people's secrets, especially those of wealthy people.

When she first met Jia Nan, she blushed shyly as she looked at the tall and handsome man.

She imagined that the person who could afford this big villa would be either an eccentric old man or a reclusive freak—the contrast was quite striking!

Jia Nan's requirements for her are very simple:

First, you must not enter his upstairs bedroom.

Secondly, she cannot bring her friends into the villa.

The rest is just cleaning the room and cooking.

She never crossed the line, and her job went very smoothly.

When Jia Nan heard no more noise at the door, she opened her laptop and checked the surveillance video. She saw An Ran put the milk away and return to the lobby on the first floor.

He opened the file marked 2019.6.26 with peace of mind.

A photo of Jia Nan popped up; it was of a boy wearing a white shirt and black uniform pants.

The boy's face was beaming with smiles, and even though he was wearing stiff uniform pants and a shirt, he exuded a dashing and debonair charm.

He wore a cross necklace around his neck and a very stylish Rolex Submariner on his wrist.

Jia Nan frowned slightly: I didn't expect this boy to be a rich young master.

He skipped over the photos and looked down:

Name: Bai Yu, Age: 24, Height: 180CM, from Xicheng District, M City, graduated from M University with a major in Social Sciences, currently interning at the Second Branch of the *** Bureau.

Key characteristics: He has ambiguous relationships with multiple girls and frequently visits bars, KTVs, nightclubs, and other similar venues.

Looking at the few brief descriptions of her personality traits, Jia Nan smiled slightly.

He closed the file, slowly got up, and left the bedroom.

He pushed the door open to make sure it was closed before strolling to the second-floor terrace, where he leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance.

The night air was slightly cool, a gentle chill seeping into my heart.

A wind picked up at midnight, chilling Jia Nan's mood.

His thoughts drifted far away on the wind, and the starlight, obscured by dark clouds, appeared and disappeared under the night sky, just like his mood at that moment, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Thinking of Huang Weiwei curling up in the back of the sofa while giving her statement to the police, like a wronged kitten seeking comfort.

He quickly estimated in his mind the losses that Weiwei Bakery had suffered this time.

Money is not a problem for him.

He pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. His thoughts seemed to be trapped in some kind of confinement, and he felt a sense of frustration and irritability, as if he couldn't find a way out.

"Smack!" He raised his hand and slammed it hard on the metal railing in front of him.

Pain accompanied by the cold touch of metal sent a jolt through him. He remembered the red invitation he had once received, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and turned to walk toward the study.

As soon as he entered the study, he saw the milk on the table. The milk had already cooled down. He listened carefully downstairs.

There was no more noise downstairs; An Ran probably finished cleaning and went to rest.

He accurately pulled a book from the bookshelf, opened it, and a dark red invitation card caught his eye.

The bright red "double happiness" character, placed on top of the dragon and phoenix auspicious pattern, has faded slightly after being left for a while.

Jia Nan took the invitation in her hand, tore it to shreds in a few quick movements, and threw it on the ground.

The red paper cards scattered around were not torn in the places where the bride's name was written.

Lying peacefully on the ground is a name that, for Jia Nan, went from being a stranger to being familiar, and then back to being a stranger again: Cheng Xiaohui.

The entire villa was eerily silent, as if the whole world had abandoned him, leaving him alone to struggle in place.

There was a little boy inside him crying helplessly!

After a moment of confusion, Jia Nan, having broken free from the cold loneliness, put on a distant and indifferent smile, just like the smile she gave everyone every day before.

(End of this chapter)