Chapter 113: The Hidden Phone

She ate as she thought, ‘One day I’m definitely going to kill her, meow.’

Qiansui said in her ear, “Host, why are you getting more and more violent? You want to kill someone at the smallest disagreement.”

Su Yutao chewed the ham sausage and said inwardly, ‘I’m just thinking. Our strength isn’t even in the same league. I can’t win.’

She swallowed the bite and took another.

“But at least I shouldn’t have to go hungry. I’m so hungry, it hurts. A few sausages won’t fill me up.”

She stuffed the last piece into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Still hungry. Her stomach was still empty.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered: when Lin Qingxue went to school, she’d left a phone for her.

It was in the nightstand drawer.

‘Let me see if I can call her. At least I won’t starve. I’m so hungry.’

Su Yutao slid off the couch, hugged Qiansui, and fumbled her way toward the bedroom.

She didn’t dare make a sound, afraid of waking Luo Xiaoning.

Her little penguin slippers padded across the floor. She lifted each foot and set it down gently. One step, two steps, three steps.

At the bedroom door, she paused and pricked up her ears. Inside, there was an even breathing sound. Luo Xiaoning was asleep.

A strange feeling welled up in Su Yutao’s chest. This pink-haired girl had stormed in and slammed the door just moments ago. And now she was asleep already?

Like a pig.

She pushed the door open gently. The hinge let out a faint creak. She paused, listened. The breathing didn’t change. She pushed a little more and squeezed through sideways.

She reached the bed, crouched down slowly, and ran her hand across the nightstand.

She touched a cup, a book, and then a small box.

She opened the box, reached in, and felt some paper money.

Money.

She set the money aside and kept feeling around.

Her finger touched a recessed spot, like a hidden compartment.

Su Yutao was startled. She pried at it gently, and the indented piece popped open. Inside, her fingers found something hard and square. A phone.

She took it out, fumbled for the power button, and held it down.

The screen lit up. Light filtered through her eyelids, and she could feel a faint warmth.

She tapped randomly at the screen, remembering Lin Qingxue had said the one-touch call button was at the very bottom. One tap would call.

Her fingers swiped across the screen without aim. Suddenly the phone vibrated, and a ringtone began to play.

Su Yutao panicked and quickly turned the volume down to the minimum.

The ringtone kept playing, muffled, as if behind a layer of cotton.

She pressed the phone to her ear and waited.

On the other end.

A private jet cruised steadily above the clouds.

Outside the window, the night sky was deep blue, and the stars were bright.

The cabin was dimly lit. Zhou Ye was leaning back in his seat, head tilted to one side, mouth slightly open, dozing.

Lin Qingxue sat in the window seat, chin propped on her hand, staring outside, lost in thought.

Behind them sat a white-haired man with a cane, his eyes closed, breathing deeply, as if asleep, yet not quite.

Zhou Ye’s phone buzzed.

He jolted awake. Before his eyes opened, his hand had already found the phone. Blearily, he glanced at the caller ID. Sister Lin.

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Sister Lin.

He looked up at Lin Qingxue, and she turned to look at him.

Zhou Ye held up the phone and lowered his voice: “Sis… Sister Lin, did you leave your phone somewhere?”

Lin Qingxue was taken aback, her brows furrowing slightly.

She patted her pocket. Empty.

She’d been in too much of a rush to remember it.

She reached out, her voice flat: “What is it?” Zhou Ye handed the phone over. The screen showed the name “Sister Lin.”

Lin Qingxue glanced at it, then at the white-haired man behind her.

He had opened his eyes at some point and was watching them.

Lin Qingxue nodded slightly and softened her voice: “Mr. Su, is it all right if I take a call?”

The white-haired man nodded and closed his eyes again.

Lin Qingxue took the phone from Zhou Ye, answered it, and pressed it to her ear.

A voice came through the line.

Babyish, soft, with an indescribable edge of grievance: “Hungry.”

Lin Qingxue froze.

She’d never heard this voice.

It wasn’t Luo Xiaoning. Luo Xiaoning’s voice wasn’t this soft, this babyish.

The voice came again: “Hungry.”

Still that babyish voice, but with a little more urgency.

Zhou Ye saw Lin Qingxue’s puzzled expression, leaned in, and whispered, “Sister Lin, where did you leave your phone before? Who is this? Sounds like a little kid.”

The white-haired man opened his eyes again, a hint of amusement in his voice:

“Didn’t expect the two-faced lady of the Hunter Organization to have a child at home? You’ve guarded me so many times. How come I never knew?”

Lin Qingxue glanced at him, her voice flat, with no warmth: “Sorry. Family matter.”

The white-haired man seemed used to her tone. He smiled and closed his eyes again.

Lin Qingxue turned back, her mind churning. Her phone was at home, and only two people were there: Luo Xiaoning and Su Yutao.

Luo Xiaoning’s voice wasn’t like this. Luo Xiaoning’s voice was sweet, cloying, with a deliberate obedient charm.

This voice was babyish and soft, like a child who’d just learned to speak.

The little mute?

How could she talk?

And with such clear pronunciation?

Lin Qingxue tapped the phone case with her finger, and then it clicked. Hungry.

She said she was hungry.

She was hungry.

No one had fed her.

That pink-haired girl hadn’t fed her.

Lin Qingxue’s expression turned cold, and her voice carried a chill: “Little Mute, did that pink-haired girl bully you again?”

Silence on the other end, then a very soft “Mn.”

Lin Qingxue’s brow pressed tighter.

She thought for a moment, then asked, her voice softer but still cold: “Are you next to her now?”

More silence, then a rustling sound, like someone moving.

A few seconds later, Luo Xiaoning’s voice came through, muffled, annoyed at being woken: “What the hell are you doing? Do you want to die?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Wait until I get up at noon and I’ll make you something. What are you in such a hurry for? Skipping one meal won’t kill you.”

“Besides, Sister Lin isn’t home now. I can do whatever I want to you. I have plenty of ways to keep your sister from finding any wounds on you.”

Lin Qingxue’s fingers tightened.

The phone case let out a faint cracking sound. Fine lines began to spread across the screen.

Zhou Ye watched, his mouth twitching in heartache. That was his phone.

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