Sir, How About A Marriage

Seduction

Cheng Che looked exhausted as he spoke to Mu Chen through a video call. “Brother, I visited many

mental hospitals in the city under the pretext of researching for a movie. Ye Xin isn’t in any of the

hospitals. I discovered that she had been substituted in the mental hospital that she had been publicly

admitted into. That girl looks about 30% to 40% like her. She makes a mess of herself every day so no

one notices that she’s not Ye Xin.”

Mu Chen nodded. “Grandma was the one who raised the suspicion that Ye Xin might be involved in

this. After all, she resembles Song Ning, to begin with. She only needs a little tweak here and there

during surgery so the recovery wouldn’t take long compared to an entire facial reconstruction.”

Cheng Che sighed and said with a hint of admiration, “Grandma is really perceptive. Do you think Ye

Cheng is the one who brought Ye Xin out? After all, the Ye family was forced to send Ye Xin to the

mental hospital due to public pressure. How could he be willing? It’s not surprising for him to secretly

bring Ye Xin out and arrange for someone to take her place.” He paused for a moment before he

continued to say, “However, why did he send Ye Xin to our family? Was it to satisfy her wish to marry

you? Or, does he have another plan?”

Mu Chen was also puzzled. After a moment, he asked, “Does Ye Cheng and Mr. Mu have any

interactions?”

Cheng Che was stunned. “I… I didn’t check. It’s impossible, right?”

Mu Chen said, “Anything’s possible. Cheng Che, we have no leads now so we can’t let go of any Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

possibility…”

Cheng Che nodded solemnly. “I understand, Brother.”

After ending the video call, Mu Chen placed his phone on the table and leaned back against his chair.

The room was dark; he did not turn the lights on. Only the dim light from the computer screen

illuminated his face.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. When the door was pushed open, Song Ning walked with a

plate of fruits and turned on the lights. “Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

At this time, Mu Chen had already adjusted his sitting posture. He held the mouse in his hand and

looked at the computer screen.