Rebirth, but baby, where are you?

Chapter 60

Great thanks lily, for the coffee ☕

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the bar. Qi Fengyu, acting as driver, pointed at the bar and said, “The people I sent have already gone in to follow them. Are you two sure you want to go in?”

Qi Fengyu looked back at Mo Shaoheng and Qin Huanxi with an expression of complete exasperation, as if he were looking at two troublesome children who had driven their guardian to despair. Originally, he had been planning to comfortably soak in a hot bath, then have a glass of red wine before going to bed. But then Mo Shaoheng suddenly said he wanted to go out, with the reason being to follow Qin Congan.

Qi Fengyu shuddered all over. In the dead of night, did he dare let Mo Shaoheng go out alone? Even if Qin Huanxi wasn’t worried, he wouldn’t dare. If he didn’t personally follow along, tomorrow that coffin-board dead-face could turn him into an actual coffin board. Besides, when had the distinguished Master Mo ever done something as undignified as stalking?

Mo Shaoheng gave Qi Fengyu a cool glance and directly pushed open the car door to get out.

Qin Huanxi chuckled and shook his head. After getting out of the car, he looked at Mo Shaoheng and asked, “Should we go in first?”

Qi Fengyu was still worried and rolled down the window, saying, “Hey, at least wait for me to park the car so we can all go in together.”

Mo Shaoheng nodded and said to Qi Fengyu, “You go park the car. We’ll go in first. There’s no conflict.”

After Mo Shaoheng finished speaking, he led Qin Huanxi into the bar. There were also people inside that Qi Fengyu had sent to follow Qin Congan. They weren’t planning to do anything today, just wanting to see who Qin Congan was meeting with at the bar alone in the dead of night.

Qin Huanxi looked up at the bar’s dazzling neon sign and suddenly felt it looked familiar. “This seems to be the same bar where we encountered little uncle? The night before the car accident, the person Qin Congan was looking for also got dead drunk at this bar.”

Mo Shaoheng lowered his gaze to look at Qin Huanxi, gave an almost imperceptible nod, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, saying, “Let’s go in.”

As soon as the two stepped into the bar, deafening music assaulted their ears. Qin Huanxi couldn’t help but frown. Even before his rebirth, he had disliked this kind of dissolute lifestyle of wine and debauchery, and his current status made it even less appropriate for him to frequent such places.

If the media or the old master at home found out by accident that he was out at a bar in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, regardless of how dignified his reasons might be, he would probably make headlines again tomorrow, and the old master would be furious. By then, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name even if he shed a layer of skin.

The bar was crowded and noisy. Mo Shaoheng held Qin Huanxi’s shoulder tightly and led him to a booth.

Qin Huanxi silently surveyed his surroundings. The lighting in the booth was somewhat dim, but it was enough for him to see the people around clearly. His gaze swept inconspicuously across face after face, and soon he spotted the person he was looking for. His lips curved into a slight smile.

“One of the people with Qin Congan… looks somewhat familiar?” Qin Huanxi withdrew his gaze thoughtfully. He filtered through all the possible people in his mind, and suddenly his pupils contracted slightly. “Zhan Shuoming?”

The third young master of the Zhan family who had bumped into Su Yang at Fu Zecheng’s banquet.

Qin Huanxi looked in Qin Congan’s direction a few more times and saw another unexpectedly familiar face. “I didn’t expect Pan Zhijie to be there too. How could Qin Congan be with them?”

Mo Shaoheng also seemed somewhat surprised, his pitch-black eyes unfathomably deep.

If Qin Congan needed people to handle affairs for him, this group of wealthy young masters with decent status, connections, and money, but who spent their days idle, would indeed be the most suitable candidates. Even if something was discovered afterward, given this group’s usual behavior, no matter how outrageous their actions, uninformed people wouldn’t be surprised, and naturally wouldn’t investigate deeply.

Qin Huanxi rubbed his chin. “The significance of that banquet Fu Zecheng held seems to have become more subtle…”

Brother Shui’s whereabouts remained unknown to this day, and whether he was alive or dead was unclear. The man had simply vanished into thin air. Combined with the fact that most of Brother Shui’s people were still locked up at the police station, and his several trusted subordinates had all perished in the fire, the remaining people were basically no longer a threat.

Although Mo Shaoheng had said that Brother Shui might have fallen into Ning Shen’s hands, Ning Shen was an unfathomable person to begin with. For now, there was no need to attract more of Ning Shen’s attention over an unrelated person. After all, Ning Shen was his little uncle from his previous life, connected by blood. In his heart, he didn’t want to become enemies with Ning Shen.

Qin Huanxi suddenly felt that the source of many past events could be connected to Qin Congan. Fu Zecheng’s banquet had been quite abrupt to begin with, and Qin Congan hadn’t attended. But now it seemed that wasn’t the case, as people who had once behaved suspiciously had all appeared by Qin Congan’s side.

If he remembered correctly, when Su Yang introduced Zhan Shuoming, she had mentioned that he was the third young master of the Zhan family. While not particularly valued in the Zhan family, he was generally comfortable, with no great achievements or major faults, and frequently associated with Fu Shunfei.

Fu Shunfei…

Qin Huanxi had only seen Fu Shunfei once at Fu Zecheng’s banquet and had never had any interaction with him. Compared to this group of spendthrifts in everyone’s eyes, Fu Shunfei was a completely different type of person.

If Zhan Shuoming was mediocre and incompetent, then Fu Shunfei was a highly regarded young master from a prestigious family, fully inheriting his father Fu Zecheng’s shrewdness and capability. He seemed to navigate social circles very well, yet never stooped to their level, a true breath of fresh air among the wealthy young masters, a typical excellent heir of a great family.

According to the gossip from Su Yang and Mo Shanshan, Fu Zecheng was very satisfied with and valued Fu Shunfei. Most of the Fu family’s business now involved Fu Shunfei’s participation and management. Fu Shunfei hadn’t disappointed his expectations either, managing the business impeccably and now developing into legitimate ventures.

However, it would be best for him to maintain a respectful distance from Fu Zecheng’s people.

Qin Huanxi tapped the table lightly with his finger. Actually, people born into great families all understood one principle, including the seemingly unclever Zhan Shuoming and Pan Zhijie. They might not be able to change their nature of living extravagantly, and their minds might not be sharp enough, but they understood the art of reading people’s expressions better than anyone.

Qin Congan was shrewd and had status and position, knowing how to cater to people’s preferences. This group happened to need someone intelligent to give them advice and strategies. From how Qin Congan currently got along with this group, they clearly centered around him, just like how Fu Yilei had been completely obedient to Ning Ziyi at school. Qin Congan and Ning Ziyi were the same type of people.

Qin Huanxi’s thoughts gradually drifted, remembering the old master’s birthday banquet. At that time, his body had just recovered from the hospital, but on the day of the birthday banquet, he had been presented to Mo Shaoheng as a gift by Pan Zhijie. After that, Pan Zhijie disappeared for a long time, reportedly having been severely tortured by Qi Fengyu.

Mo Shaoheng had also told him that Pan Zhijie had stopped working for Qi Fengyu after that incident. Presumably, Qi Fengyu also didn’t need such a person who couldn’t tell right from wrong to handle affairs for him. Now seeing Pan Zhijie sitting with Qin Congan, Qin Huanxi couldn’t help but suspect whether Qin Congan had been involved in the birthday banquet incident.

Qin Huanxi got up and sat next to Mo Shaoheng, asking quietly, “I remember that investigation report about the car accident mentioned that the group of wealthy young masters had originally planned to go racing in the suburbs, but one of them suddenly changed his mind, and that person knew Qin Congan. Was it Zhan Shuoming?”

Mo Shaoheng shook his head lightly. “No, I had Fengyu investigate that person. After that incident, he was sent abroad by his family and is currently overseas, never having returned.”

Qin Huanxi nodded in understanding. “Qin Congan probably wishes that person would disappear. He might have even encouraged that person to go abroad to avoid suspicion. As long as that person doesn’t return, no matter what we investigate here, if we can’t find him, we won’t have solid evidence.”

Mo Shaoheng chuckled softly and pinched his chin. “Don’t worry. From the moment Qin Congan stepped into this bar, our people have been recording his every move. Whatever actions he takes in the future, these will all be evidence.”

Qin Huanxi gazed at Mo Shaoheng with smiling eyes, his gaze filled with deep meaning.

“Ahem!” Qi Fengyu glared resentfully at the two people exchanging meaningful looks, forcibly swallowing a whole bowl of romance. They had supposedly come here to follow someone, so how had it turned into a romantic date where they only had eyes for each other?

Qin Huanxi calmly lifted his chin toward Qi Fengyu, indicating he should sit wherever he liked.

Qi Fengyu was mentally exhausted and stopped caring, sitting down on the sofa opposite them.

“How is it? Do your people have any good news?” Qin Huanxi asked with a smile.

Qi Fengyu shook his head, his gaze toward Qin Congan carrying some depth. “No, they’ve been chatting casually, as if they really just came here to have fun. But given Qin Congan’s usual cautious approach to life, this time he might just be here to build relationships, looking for the right opportunity to strike.”

“That’s possible…” Qin Huanxi wasn’t disappointed. At least it wasn’t completely fruitless, because knowing that Qin Congan still had dealings with Zhan Shuoming and Pan Zhijie meant that in the future, he just needed to be more wary of people who had contact with Qin Congan, and he could always find ways to counter their moves.

Qin Huanxi remembered the vague unease he had felt when leaving home. This unease hadn’t disappeared upon seeing Qin Congan, but had instead intensified, like a bone stuck in his throat. He always felt like he had overlooked something important, and that something was about to happen. That feeling of being neither here nor there, stuck in his heart, was particularly uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until nearly 1 AM that Qin Congan’s group gradually dispersed. Except for Qin Congan, each person had a sultry beauty in their arms ready for a “night together.” The group couldn’t wait to drive away from the bar, heading straight for the hotel nearest to the bar.

Qin Huanxi didn’t miss the impatience and disdain in Qin Congan’s eyes, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

It really was hard on Qin Congan. Despite his air of superiority, to deal with him, he had to patiently stay at the bar in the dead of night, accompanying a group of wastrels he looked down upon from the bottom of his heart to drink and carouse. But this precisely demonstrated Qin Congan’s duplicitous nature, willing to use any means to achieve his goals.

After Qin Congan and the others left, Qin Huanxi and Mo Shaoheng also got up and left the bar.

The crazy nightlife was always captivating, like an addictive drug seeping into the organs, flowing slowly through the bloodstream. As long as one didn’t indulge for a day, the whole body would ache unbearably as if being gnawed by ants.

At this moment, the bar welcomed the midnight revelry. Hazy eyes, indulgent dance moves. They had shed their daytime serious facades, and the true selves they desperately suppressed in their hearts were completely released at this moment.

They took off their conservative professional attire and put on sexy off-shoulder tight dresses, revealing blood-pumping curvaceous figures and fair, slender legs, gracefully twisting their slender waists, gradually losing themselves in heavy makeup.

Meanwhile, the men still wore proper clothing, swirling the colorful liquid in their glasses under the dazzling lights. Their already intoxicated eyes swept over the sexy bodies, ready to receive any ambiguous signals thrown their way, sanctimoniously enjoying the pleasure of moral transgression.

Qin Huanxi suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on a dark corner of the bar where a tall, straight figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, vanishing into the crowded masses. Confusion filled his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Shaoheng noticed Qin Huanxi’s anomaly and leaned down to ask softly.

Qin Huanxi shook his head gently, rubbing his throbbing temples uncertainly. “Maybe I was mistaken.”

Mo Shaoheng frowned and looked in the direction Qin Huanxi had been gazing, only slightly raising his chin.

A person holding a wine glass, with a frivolous smile on his face but clear eyes, seemed to have received some signal and walked unhurriedly toward the dark area.

Mo Shaoheng withdrew his gaze and wrapped his arm around Qin Huanxi’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Qin Huanxi responded softly. Before leaving, he couldn’t help but look back once more in the direction where that figure had disappeared. That brief glance deepened the unease in his heart. If it really was someone he knew, following them now would only alert them. Besides, their appearance here tonight wasn’t suitable for making a scene.