A Familiar Figure

At midnight, the serene moon hung in solitude. All the rooms in the old Mu family residence had already gone dark. Even that fellow Mu Jingchi was fast asleep. Apart from the lanterns in the courtyard corridors, the entire estate was shrouded in night.

But it wasn’t long before a shadow slipped out from a third-floor window, descending swiftly along the eaves. In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished into the darkness, leaving no trace behind.

Elsewhere, in a black sports car, Mu Qingcheng shed her pink pajamas, revealing the black stealth suit she wore beneath. She took off her glasses and gathered her hair up. At the wheel, Ye Zi struggled to suppress his laughter, though his gaze kept flickering, not-so-subtly, to the pink bundle resting on her lap. In the end, he failed to hold back.

“Hahahahaha—Boss, you are... just too adorable, hahahaha—”

Ye Zi truly never imagined there would come a day when he’d see his boss wearing pink. It was simply... indescribable.

His hearty laughter, however, was swiftly silenced by a resounding smack on the head.

With a sharp crack, his laughter died instantly. Looking pitiful, Ye Zi peeked at her from the corner of his eye and muttered under his breath like a scolded puppy,

“I was only saying... why get so angry?”

“Shut up and drive,” Mu Qingcheng retorted, her face dark with annoyance.

She was well aware of just how ridiculous she looked in that pink outfit. All of this was the fault of her overly enthusiastic and meddlesome third brother... Mu Jingchi!

The black supercar streaked through the night like a beam of light, its streamlined exterior reflecting the cold glow of moonlight, slicing into the darkness with a flagrant, unrestrained flair.

Soon, the car pulled up outside a club. Mu Qingcheng glanced up at the rooftop, frowning.

“This is... the Si family’s place in the southern part of the city?”

“Yes,” Ye Zi nodded, following her gaze. Not far away, an enormous S-shaped emblem stood at one corner of the roof.

Everyone in the capital knew that any property marked with that emblem belonged to the S family—a mysterious, low-profile clan whose power rivaled that of the Mus. It was said that generation after generation, they produced high-ranking officials in certain secretive departments, their positions unshakable. However, relations between the Mu and Si families were lukewarm at best—mere acquaintances with almost no contact, not even during holidays or festivals.

But Mu Qingcheng would not be daunted by this. After all, the Mu family harbored no special affection for her, either.

Now, she adjusted the violet wig atop her head and smoothed her fitted black overcoat. With a calm yet imposing smile gracing her lips, she stepped out of the car.

Tonight, she’d come here because Ye Zi had uncovered a piece of information: the leader of Shadow was scheduled to meet an important guest here—a foreigner, by rumor, whose strength and influence were unfathomable. Although this didn’t necessarily pose a direct threat to Wuhen, she couldn’t afford to be careless or let things slide.

As she pondered her next moves, she strode confidently forward. Her sharp bob and meticulous makeup enhanced her air of effortless, sensual poise—flawless in every regard. Along the way, she drew countless lingering glances from those loitering by the entrance, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips, her allure a far cry from her usual self.

No one could have guessed that this captivating woman was, in fact, the Mu family’s recently returned eldest daughter—Mu Qingcheng.

At the entrance, she deftly slipped a black card from her pocket between two fingers and flashed it. This was the VIP card Ye Zi had acquired for her. The club only admitted members; without it, entry was impossible.

The bouncer gave the card a quick once-over, then nodded respectfully. He opened the door and bowed low.

“This way, miss.”

“Thank you,” Mu Qingcheng replied, tossing him a few crisp bills as a tip.

But she had barely stepped inside when she caught sight of a furtive, yet oddly familiar figure slipping past her—vanishing in a flash right before her eyes!