The Missus Files for Divorce again

Chapter 23: The Chasing Game (3)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Bai Weiyang sat in the rickshaw with her legs crossed! Looking at the old Shanghai-like neon lights on both sides of the street, she felt like she had returned to the early Hong Kong movies she had seen.

She listened to the gentle tune of the phonograph from the shops.

She hummed along happily!

Unfortunately, as soon as she got out of the car, with Bai Weiyang’s vigilance, she realized that there seemed to be many… strange people on the entire street where the Heavenly Music Club was.

Even though everyone was pretending to be chatting, their gazes swept across the people on the street from time to time, especially those exquisitely dressed women.

Based on her past experience, Bai Weiyang immediately became alert. Were these people looking for someone?

Who were they looking for!

She instinctively placed her hand on the gun behind her back!

But then she became casual. They weren’t looking for her, so why was she so nervous? It would only arouse suspicion.

Before walking into the Heavenly Music Club, she accidentally heard a passerby muttering.

“I heard that the person who assassinated Miss Byrd was from the Shadow Pavilion!”

“Nothing is certain!”

Bai Weiyang’s body trembled. She glanced at the gorgeous door of the Heavenly Music Club but ultimately failed to enter!

Because she felt that there was a trap waiting for her.

If the man who assassinated Miss Byrd last time was related to Shadow Pavilion, these strange passersby would be waiting for her to walk into their trap. She might as well go somewhere else to relax.

She pretended that nothing had happened. After walking out of Ci’an Road for a while, she turned into a small alley and twirled three silver needles on her fingers.

Bai Weiyang spat.

“Tsk, you really think you can find me!”

The heavens were not kind. Just as she finished muttering to herself, she heard a man’s voice coming from a willow tree beside her like a ghost.

“Little thing, where are you running to!”

Bai Weiyang’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up and said casually,

“Brother, who are you? Why aren’t you sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you trying to scare me to death?”

Feng Songjie had been sitting here to rest. He intended to continue looking for her in the second half of the night. Unexpectedly, a reckless little lass bumped into him.

He jumped down from the tree swiftly.

His tone was extremely sinister.

“Brother, I’m not your brother. I’m your ancestor!”

This time, Bai Weiyang immediately remembered the owner of the voice. She looked at the man who was dressed in a black shirt, black pants, black newspaper boy hat, and black mask. He was wrapped up tightly. There was also a black bag at the back of his waist. She didn’t know what was inside.

Bai Weiyang was born to disagree with others.

A relaxed smile appeared on her lips.

“If you want to be my ancestor, you should go back and cultivate for eight hundred years!”

Little did she know that Feng Songjie was not angry at all. Under the black paperboy hat, a shadow fell over his face, making it impossible to see his eyes.

He only said, “You’re the one who stole from me, right?”

Bai Weiyang retorted shamelessly, “Who stole your things? It’s not a good thing to slander someone without any evidence.”

Feng Songjie said casually, “Whether you stole it or not, just let me search your body.”

Search?

This immediately reminded Bai Weiyang of the pretentious passersby near the Heavenly Music Club.

She narrowed her eyes.

“You’re from Shadow Pavilion, right?”

“Have a guess?”

Feng Songjie raised his brows.