Chasing Wind shot an annoyed glance at Liu Yun, his fingers still flying over the keyboard. Without warning, he tossed out a threat:
"Keep yapping, and I'll report this to the boss right now."
Liu Yun immediately straightened up and silently mimed zipping his lips shut.
—
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the mansion, the master bedroom was low-key and luxurious, dominated by a palette of black, gold, and pale gray. Even under the warm glow of the lights, the atmosphere remained cold and austere, exuding a kind of restrained sensuality.
The spacious, tranquil room was surrounded by three floor-to-ceiling windows, making the night outside seem even deeper and more impenetrable.
In front of the window facing Nanyang Mountain, Shang Yu lounged on a custom-made Italian recliner, dressed in a gray bathrobe. The front of the robe hung loosely open, and his right arm rested lazily on his forehead—his posture both relaxed and aloof.
Beside him, a half-full glass of rum sat on the drink cart, its faint aroma gently wafting through the air, blending with the quiet sense of indulgence in the room.
"Buzz—"
The phone on the cart vibrated, breaking the silence of the night.
Shang Yu opened his eyes. His deep, dark gaze was sharp and clear, like midnight stars—devoid of any sleepiness.
He picked up the phone and unlocked it. The screen lit up with a new message notification from: BabyGirl.
"Master Yan, it's Li Qiao. This is my number. Please save it."
His thumb hovered over the screen when the phone buzzed again.
BabyGirl: Master Yan doesn't have WeChat?
Shang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers instinctively tapping the input box. He typed a single letter before backing out of the screen.
He did have WeChat—just rarely used it.
He swiped through his home screen, and after a moment, finally found the WeChat app tucked away in some obscure corner.
Opening it, he went into the settings and enabled phone number search. Then he returned to the message thread and replied with just one word:
"Yes."
After all that, Shang Yu put down his phone and picked up the glass of rum from the table, taking a small sip.
By the dimly lit window, his sharply handsome features were softened by the glow of the warm light. He gazed calmly at the nightscape outside, his posture relaxed, with the faint curve at the corner of his lips betraying a trace of amusement.
Not bad.
She actually managed to find his private number.
Shang Yu gently swirled the rum in his glass, the half-melted ice cubes clinking softly against the sides.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. After his acknowledgment, Chasing Wind and Liu Yun pushed it open—both looking pale as death.
Chasing Wind pressed his lips together, his voice stiff as he reported,
"Boss, there's been… an incident."
Shang Yu remained reclined in the chair, his legs crossed casually in front of him. His voice, rich and mellow from the liquor, was calm but unmistakably deep,
"What kind of incident?"
Chasing Wind glanced at Liu Yun—who looked like he'd lost all will to live—then gritted his teeth and confessed,
"Someone hijacked Liu Yun's contacts just now. I tracked it and found that the intruder is also highly skilled… And it's very likely your number has been compromised."
That was what he had feared most.
The rest of Liu Yun's contacts were of little consequence—but Shang Yu's private number was sacred.
If someone with bad intentions got ahold of it and leaked it to the public, the consequences would be… disastrous.
After all, in the entire city of Nanyang, the number of people desperate to get close to the mysterious Shang Shao Yan—let alone get his direct number—was beyond counting.
When Chasing Wind finished, Liu Yun stepped forward, wearing the expression of a man marching to his execution.
"Boss, it was my negligence. I accept any punishment."
He looked deeply remorseful on the surface, but inside, he was full of grievance.
Who would've thought a contact list could be hacked?
It came out of nowhere—he'd taken a blow from the heavens, and he was absolutely bitter about it.
For a moment, the bedroom fell silent.
Then Shang Yu took another sip of his rum and asked flatly,
"What did you manage to trace?"