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The white cop wrote a few words in his notebook before closing it. "Sir, your wife is an adult and American security is good." He paused, "We understand your situation. If there is any news, we will inform you as soon as possible."    

    

After the police had left, the servants looked at each other with fear in their eyes. It was as if the owner of the house had turned into a completely different person. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan punched on a pillar in the living room and walked out with big steps. Following that, he heard the sound of a car speeding away.    

    

At night, a car slowly drove up to the front of a villa. The car's front lights lit up the road a few meters ahead of them, and a white fat cat jumped onto a windowsill with a swoosh, staring at the car not far away with its yellow eyes.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan sat in the car in a daze. In less than a day, he looked like he had aged 10 years. The fear in his eyes was deeper than an animal on the verge of death, and the despair in his eyes was heavier than the falling leaves in autumn.    

    

All of a sudden, the baker on the second floor, where Ye Chuqing usually stayed, turned on the light, which shone through the English-style windows.    

    

He got off the car and rushed to the door in ecstasy. As soon as he opened it, he rushed to the second floor, "Chu Qing."    

    

"Master." The servant in the room looked at him in shock. When he saw the servant's cold eyes, he hurriedly said, "There's a mouse."    

    

His shoulders dropped, and he seemed very dispirited. "Get out."    

    

He closed the door softly behind him and locked himself in the room with her and his memories.    

    

There were still unpacked models on the table. She had wanted to make cookies this morning, but she had been dragged out for a walk.    

    

"Chu Qing." He murmured with a look of regret and despair.    

    

The next day, he didn't sleep at all. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen as he prepared to go to the police station. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo.    

    

Ye Nianmo gave him a punch and he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. His cheeks twitched and a bloody tooth protruded out.    

    

He crawled back up, his expression dejected, even his tone was tinged with despair. "Quickly find her, I beg of you."    

    

Ding Yiyi pulled Ye Nianmo, looking at him, she could not bear to do so. "Did you find the police?"    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan nodded silently. The Los Angeles was so huge, how was he supposed to find a woman who intentionally avoided him?    

    

"An Ran is currently at the Los Angeles. Her connections are quite wide and she is relatively familiar with this place. I'll go ask him." Ding Yiyi said.    

    

Although Ye Nianmo didn't want Ding Yiyi to get along with other men, he didn't care about this now. He said, "I'm going to look for Auntie Yun and Uncle Yu Lan."    

    

Ding Yiyi's call to An Ran was answered by an unfamiliar man. The man thought that she was a fan who had coincidentally gotten An Ran's number, so he said that An Ran was currently filming the movie.    

    

When she arrived at the scene where An Ran was filming, there were two tall and sturdy black men standing at the door. When the black man saw her, he immediately stretched out his arm and said in English, "No one is allowed inside."    

    

Ding Yiyi also spoke in fluent English, "I have a friend called An Ran. Can you help me find him?"    

    

The African man laughed. "There are a lot of Chinese people who want to find him. I don't like him. He has a face like a woman's."    

    

"He's my friend. You're not allowed to talk about him like that." Ding Yiyi looked at the two of them angrily.    

    

The man in black shrugged his shoulders at his companion without saying a word, but still refused to let him go.    

    

Ding Yiyi saw that there was a gap between their arms, so she turned around and pretended to leave. It seemed that the black man had already let his guard down, so she turned around and rushed inside.    

    

There was a long corridor inside. Ding Yiyi rushed inside, and the black man's voice came from behind. His arm was caught within a few steps of running.    

    

"It hurts!" She screamed, and the black man who was grabbing her injured arm let go. He looked at her bloodied arm and said, "You're hurt?"    

    

A passerby came over and asked a few questions. When he saw her blood-soaked sleeve, he said, "Let's go to the infirmary. The doctor is here."    

    

"I want to find An Ran." Ding Yiyi hurriedly said.    

    

The man on the way shook his head. "He didn't want to be disturbed while he was at work. The daughter of a rich businessman once waited for him for a day to have a meal with him, but he refused."    

    

"Just tell him that someone called Ding Yiyi is looking for him." Ding Yiyi wasn't sure if she could use this method to recruit An Ran, but there was nothing she could do.    

    

The man nodded and left. The black guy watched her closely, trying to prevent her from running away when he wasn't paying attention.    

    

In a moment, a person ran in from the distance. As he approached, he realized that it wasn't the man that had just reported to them. It was An Ran herself.    

    

His body was dirty, his face was dirty, and his eyes lit up when he saw Ding Yiyi.    

    

Seeing that An Ran had come personally, the black man completely believed what she had said. He turned around and left without a word.    

    

Just as Ding Yiyi was about to speak, she was enveloped in a warm embrace. An Ran hugged her tightly. Her posture was ambiguous and her hot breath scattered on her ear.    

    

"I miss you." An Ran said indifferently. The expression in her eyes was deep and gentle, invisible to her.    

    

Unnaturally, Ding Yiyi wanted to step back and let go of her arm. She said with a smile, "It was a friendly embrace. Your husband wouldn't mind."    

    

His gaze swept over the dark marks on Ding Yiyi's sleeve. After he recognized the bloodstains, he immediately became anxious. "Your hand?"    

    

"Nothing, just a scratch?" Ding Yiyi turned her body to the side, trying to hide her wound.    

    

"It's your turn now!" Xu Weiren didn't see Ding Yiyi because of the angle, he only saw An Ran.    

    

An Ran shouted in his direction, "I'll be back in an hour!"    

    

Ding Yiyi was pulled to the other side of a door. He rushed in and said something in English to a white old man.    

    

"I'm fine, I want to ask you to find someone." Ding Yiyi hastily pulled An Ran's arm as she entered the door.    

    

"To whom? Is it for Ye Nianmo? " An Ran pushed her down onto the chair. Other than her, he didn't care about anything else.    

    

Ding Yiyi took out her phone to control Ye Chuqing's photos, "This girl lost her way at Los Angeles."    

    

An Ran stared at the woman in the photo and asked, "Where did you go?"    

    

"Near Beverly Hills." Ding Yiyi replied.    

    

An Ran relaxed. "Beverly Hills is the richest area in the United States. The security system there is very good, and unless she intentionally doesn't let you find it, the chances of encountering a bad person aren't very high."    

    

His words didn't comfort Ding Yiyi. She was still in a gloomy mood, anxiously moving her body as if there were thorns beneath the chair.    

    

Seeing that she was really worried, An Ran sighed, walked to the window and made a few phone calls, hung up the phone, then walked back to her side, "I've entrusted a few friends from the reporters to help keep an eye out. Their informants are all over Los Angeles, and if there's any news, they'll inform you immediately."    

    

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi thanked him sincerely. Only after her nerves had relaxed did she feel a great deal of pain in her arm.    

    

The doctor signaled Ding Yiyi to come over and start removing the bandages. An Ran looked at her face and suddenly said, "You're even more beautiful than before the plastic surgery."    

    

"Is that so?" Ding Yiyi smiled faintly. She didn't tell An Ran why she had changed her face so much, but the other party didn't ask either. Other than the surprise they had just met, he was calm.    

    

"May I touch your cheek?" An Ran suddenly opened her mouth, met her astonished gaze, and laughed: "I just want to pinch what's the difference."    

    

Ding Yiyi giggled and then turned her face towards him. "Fine, let me show you."    

    

He touched her carefully, running his fingers along her cheek, as gently as if he were touching the transparent hairs on her face.    

    

He looked at her, his movements softer and softer, his fingers already on the corners of her mouth, easily touching her softness just a little farther to the left.    

    

Ding Yiyi moved her slender fingers uncomfortably, as if frightened. Then, she moved her fingers to the tip of her nose.    

    

His finger stayed at the tip of his nose for a very short time, before immediately drifting upwards, stopping near her eyes.    

    

"You have a look in your eyes that I like very much." An Ran mumbled to herself as if she was just trying to tell her.    

    

Ding Yiyi didn't hear clearly and asked, "What did you say?"    

    

"Nothing?" He smiled and used a bit of force from his fingertips to sink into her soft skin. He praised, "Your skin is really good."    

    

Hearing his praise, Ding Yiyi's anxious heart calmed down a little. The doctor put down the scissors in his hand and said, "Alright, the wound has been treated."    

    

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi thanked her, and the doctor blinked. "You're the first nervous woman in An Ran."    

    

She turned her head to look at the man beside her. The latter didn't seem to care and returned her gaze with a gentle smile. "Because she's my best friend."    

    

He emphasized the word "best", then casually asked, "How did she get injured?"    

    

The doctor said, "It was cut by a knife."    

    

An Ran's gentle expression turned cold upon hearing the doctor's words. She wrinkled her brows and remained silent while pursing her lips.    

    

The phone suddenly rang. He picked it up with a frown, hung up, and said, "Another person in Notre Dame looks like her."    

    

"I'll go right away." Ding Yiyi got up and walked out. Her wrist was held, so she stopped and looked at him.    

    

"It's a little far, I'll take you there." An Ran's tone wasn't too good and her mood wasn't too good, but she still couldn't be at ease going out alone.    

    

Notre Dame Cathedral    

    

Ye Nianmo rushed into the church. There weren't many visitors, only a Chinese woman with a camera was taking pictures on the wall. Ye Chuqing sat in the first row.    

    

"Chu Qing!" Hai Zhuoxuan ran in front of her, squatted in front of her, and put his hands on her knees. He looked a little nervous.    

    

She finally lowered her head and a lock of curly hair followed her movements and fell onto her shoulders. She didn't say anything as tears fell from her eyes onto the back of Hai Zhuoxuan's hand.    

    

Feeling his heart ache, he stood up and wanted to embrace her, but she silently shrank back to avoid his embrace.    

    

Hai Zhuoxuan's hand stopped in mid-air. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to move forward or retreat.    

    

Ye Nianmo walked up, and his heart shrunk when he saw her red eyes, "Chuqing."