Translator: CinderTL
Du Feng's expression suddenly changed.
But when he looked again, the scene returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was his own hallucination.
Had he been too tense lately?
Du Feng swallowed hard and forcibly shut down the computer, his movements so swift it seemed as if he feared something might escape from the screen.
Then, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder, he left with Jiang Cheng and the others.
After exiting the meeting room, Jiang Cheng signaled Weiwei to dismiss the other employees. He then gave a few instructions, advising them not to come here unless necessary.
It was clear that the summoned employees were quite puzzled.
They didn't know Jiang Cheng's identity, nor did they understand why he was here.
But Weiwei naturally took over the conversation, telling them to just follow the instructions and return to work.
Although Nan Huaili was missing, the company was still operating under the management of several executives.
"Mr. Jiang," Weiwei asked, "Are we heading to Director Nan's office now?"
"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Then follow me, we'll go this way," Weiwei led the group to the lobby where the elevators were located.
There were three elevators in total.
Seeing the elevators, Jiang Cheng turned to Weiwei and said quite naturally, "Is it far? If it's not too far, we could take the stairs."
Weiwei looked somewhat troubled, "It's a bit of a distance, Mr. Jiang. Director Nan's office is on the 17th floor."
At this moment, Jiang Cheng noticed that as Weiwei spoke, her feet moved slightly. She was wearing a pair of black high heels.
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, then nodded, "My apologies."
Shortly after, the elevator arrived. As the doors slowly opened, the soft lighting revealed an empty and clean interior.
Just as Weiwei was about to step in, a muffled groan was heard from behind.
"Mr. Jiang," Du Feng looked at Jiang Cheng, who was clutching his chest with a sudden expression of pain, and was momentarily at a loss, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Jiang," Weiwei quickly walked back, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Only after the elevator doors closed and departed did Jiang Cheng show a relieved expression, along with a hint of apology, "Perhaps... perhaps it's a bout of enteritis. My diet hasn't been very regular lately."
Then, as if realizing something, Jiang Cheng slowly moved his hand from his chest down to where it should be.
Lin Wan'er glanced at him, her lips curling involuntarily.
Soon, another elevator arrived. When the doors opened, several people were inside, all seemingly employees working in the building.
Some of them had work badges pinned to their chests.
"Sister Wei," a slightly plump, not very tall woman standing in the middle of the elevator greeted Weiwei with a smile. Despite her stature, she gave off a very comfortable vibe.
It seemed she knew Weiwei and likely worked for the same company.
After all, many companies were distributed throughout this building, and Nan Huaili's company was just one of the more prominent ones.
Hearing Weiwei respond to the woman, Jiang Cheng entered the elevator but quickly noticed everyone's gaze turning towards his back.
Especially the men.
It didn't take a genius to guess they were looking at Lin Wan'er, a woman who couldn't be ignored wherever she went.
Many clients were willing to pay a hefty price for their services, but ultimately, most were aiming to establish a connection with Lin Wan'er.
They coveted the resources behind her, as well as the allure of this captivating woman.
Only Jiang Cheng knew they were all overthinking it.
The elevator steadily ascended.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's arm was entwined, and a warm softness pressed against him. In the next moment, his expression turned somewhat amused and helpless.
He knew Lin Wan'er's acting bug had struck again.
"What are you doing?" he asked, feigning sternness.
"I feel dizzy," Lin Wan'er's voice was perfectly controlled, sounding normal at first glance, but the tone carried an innate, fatal allure.
"Who told you to stay up so late?" Jiang Cheng played the role of a chauvinist, as if he held supreme authority in front of Lin Wan'er.
"I waited for you for so long, but you didn't come back," Lin Wan'er exuded a delicate, fragile demeanor, saying, "I'm afraid of the dark and didn't dare to sleep alone."
Jiang Cheng pretended to struggle a bit, but Lin Wan'er only tightened her grip on his arm. Then, with an impatient tone, he said, "Alright, alright, I get it. You're always clinging to me, wanting this and that. It's so annoying."
Soon after, Jiang Cheng felt several laser-like gazes piercing through him from behind, as if they wanted to bore holes into him.
Even as they stepped out of the elevator on the 17th floor, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly—those gazes hadn't let up.
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed.
Perhaps due to her extensive experience, Weiwei wasn't fazed by this. Through a woman's intuition, she had long guessed that the relationship between the two was unusual.
Moreover, standing in the position of an assistant, she also knew that some things were better left unsaid, as it was more beneficial for her.
However, Du Feng clearly didn't have as much tact. He glanced at Jiang Cheng, then cautiously peeked at Lin Wan'er, his mind conjuring up many scenes.
Led by Weiwei, they soon arrived at the corridor shown in the surveillance video.
Nan Huaili's office was on the right.
Which was the left side in the surveillance video.
It was a black Gate.
Taking out the key and opening this Gate, they stepped inside. After leaving the elevator, Lin Wan'er let go of Jiang Cheng.
The two maintained a sense of distance, neither too close nor too far.
It was evident that Weiwei harbored a hint of dissatisfaction, as they had come here for the disappearance of Director Nan, yet such a scene was being played out openly.
Wasn't it somewhat disrespectful? Even though she herself knew that Director Nan was probably no longer with us.
The office's furnishings were modest, and from the placement of items, it didn't seem like a premeditated disappearance.
Moreover, Jiang Cheng had checked the windows, and there were no signs of forced entry.
Everything seemed natural.
On the solid wood desk, there was a delicate coffee cup, which, according to Weiwei, was the one seen in the video.
It was a gift from Nan Jin to Nan Huaili.
Turning to leave, Weiwei led them to the coffee machine where Director Nan had made his coffee.
The machine was quite old, but Jiang Cheng tested it and found it still functional.
Instructing Du Feng to help him time, Jiang Cheng took the coffee cup and retraced the route Nan Huaili had taken that night.
He discovered that including the time to make the coffee, the duration was close to two and a half minutes.
This was quite similar to the data provided by Du Feng.
Clearly, it was impossible for Nan Huaili, who moved at a leisurely pace, to achieve this.
However, if one insisted on explaining it as a Nightmare, Jiang Cheng felt it wasn't quite appropriate.
There were several unavoidable issues in this scenario.
(End of the Chapter)
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