Chapter 6592
Ancient City Yun Family
Xiao Chen raised his hand and casually stopped a taxi, opened the door, sat in the back seat, and after giving Chen's address, he leaned back in the seat, slowly closed his eyes, and began to rest.
His breathing was even and steady, as if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.
The phone screen vibrated slightly in my pocket, making a soft buzzing sound.
Xiao Chen knew that it was real-time information sent by the God of War Alliance, which might contain the latest intelligence about the Chen family, or perhaps instructions for other important tasks.
But he had no intention of checking. He just closed his eyes quietly, as if he was gathering strength to meet the upcoming challenge.
In the rearview mirror, the driver was looking at him secretly.
Perhaps it was Xiao Chen's well-tailored, high-quality clothes, as well as the unique temperament he exuded, that made the driver curious and wondered why this well-dressed young man wanted to go to the mysterious ancient building in the old city.
The old town has always had a special status in the ancient city. There are many ancient families and mysterious legends there, which ordinary people would not easily set foot in.
The car slowly drove into the alley paved with bluestone slabs. The white walls and black tiles on both sides were covered with mottled marks due to the erosion of time.
The moss on the wall, like the wrinkles on an old man's face, tells stories of the past;
A few plum blossoms occasionally peek out from the top of the wall, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance, but also adding a bit of coldness and loneliness.
When Xiao Chen got off the car, he gave the driver a little extra tip.
The driver took the money, smiled widely and thanked me repeatedly.
However, when reversing, the driver accidentally scraped the rear of the car against the stone lion in the corner.
Although the stone lion has gone through many years, it still stands there majestically. After being scratched by the car, a piece of paint fell off its body, making it look a little disheveled.
When the nearby residents heard the noise, they gathered around and burst into laughter.
This sudden incident actually relaxed Xiao Chen's tense nerves a little.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, as if this little accident brought a little relief to the tense situation he was about to face.
Standing in front of the vermilion lacquered gate, the copper door knocker glows with an ancient luster in the sun, as if telling the past glory and honor of the Chen family.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to knock, but stopped in mid-air.
He raised his palm slightly, and the temperature from his palm seemed higher than usual, as if an invisible force was surging.
His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent alley, beat after beat, as if it were the drumbeat of fate, urging him to uncover the unknown mystery.
This old house hidden in a corner of the ancient city seems ordinary. The mottled walls are covered with moss of the years, and the vermilion door looks a little old due to the erosion of time. But Xiao Chen always feels that beneath this seemingly ordinary appearance, the story of his wife Jiang Meng may be hidden.
Ever since Jiang Meng went to the Spirit Realm, time seemed to have been accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Every quiet night, he would meet Jiang Meng again in his dreams. In his dreams, she was still as gentle and beautiful as ever, with a smile as beautiful as a flower. But when he reached out to touch her, she disappeared like a bubble, leaving him alone and melancholy in the empty dream.
After waking up, looking at the empty pillow beside him, his longing for his wife overwhelmed him like a tide, increasing day by day, almost swallowing him up. During those long days, there were countless moments when he fell into deep regret.
He blamed himself countless times in his heart, thinking that he should not have let Jiang Meng go to the spiritual realm.
That spiritual realm sounds full of mystery and unknowns. How could it be a place for a weak woman like Jiang Meng to set foot in?
He fantasized countless times that if time could go back, he would definitely hold Jiang Meng's hand tightly and not let her step into that unknown territory.
However, unfortunately, all regrets are of no avail. Time will not stop for anyone, and the past will not come back.
He could only endure the pain in his heart, bury all his thoughts and worries deep in his heart, focus on the present, and try hard to find Jiang Meng's whereabouts.
He knew very well that these women in front of him who looked exactly like Jiang Meng might be the key clues to solving the mystery of Jiang Meng.
He must find out Jiang Meng's specific situation through them, even if there are thorns ahead, he will never back down.
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, the roar of the engine came from far away, like the roar of an angry beast, instantly breaking the silence.
A silver Lamborghini cut through the air like a bolt of lightning and rushed towards him at lightning speed.
Xiao Chen was startled and subconsciously took a step back.
The car suddenly braked less than half a meter away from him. The tires rubbed against the ground violently, making a harsh sound, as if it was a sharp warning from fate.
The car window slowly rolled down, and a scent of perfume mixed with orange blossom and cedar wafted in my face. The smell was rich and unique, and instantly filled the air.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly and looked towards the driver's seat.
The woman sitting in the driver's seat tilted her head, her long curly chestnut hair cascading down like a waterfall and casually draped over her shoulders.
She had a delicate face, with a pair of slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes beneath her willow-shaped eyebrows, revealing a bit of laziness and unruliness, as if nothing in the world could catch her eye.
Her fingers with burgundy nail polish tapped the steering wheel rhythmically, and the Van Cleef & Arpels four-leaf clover bracelet on her wrist refracted tiny rays of light in the sun, dazzling.
Xiao Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and the information carefully compiled by the God of War Alliance instantly surged in his mind like a tide.
He immediately recognized the woman in front of him—Yun Yuyan, the youngest daughter of the Yun family and a well-known figure in the fashion circle.
She has been active on the stage of Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week for many years and is a darling of major fashion brands. Last year, she appeared on the cover of "VOGUE" magazine with her unique fashion taste and outstanding temperament, becoming a hot star in the fashion industry.
He never imagined that this woman who often visited major fashion shows and mingled with celebrities and superstars would appear here at this moment, in front of this old house that seemed to have nothing to do with fashion.
"Handsome guy, who are you looking for?" Yun Yuyan's voice was a little lazy and casual, as if she was just greeting an insignificant passerby.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked Xiao Chen up and down, with a hint of scrutiny and curiosity in her eyes.
Xiao Chen deliberately softened his tone, trying to make himself look more gentle and harmless: "I'm looking for Mr. Yun."
His eyes inadvertently swept across the faint red mark on her neck. The red mark was particularly glaring on her snow-white skin, as if hiding some unknown secret. (End of this chapter)