Endless Pampering Only For You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Nothing?" Yin Shaojie knitted his brows and took the camera.

Indeed, there was really not a single photo in the memory.

Seeing this, the man opportunistically chastised them, "See, I didn't even take any secret photos of you. You accused a good person! You think you are so great just because you are rich? Who wants to stalk you? Who do you think you are?"

Yin Shaojie sneered, raised the camera, stared at the man and shot back at him, "Didn't you say that you were taking pictures nearby? And you didn't take a single photo?"

The man paused, then he quickly found an excuse, saying, "I haven't started taking any photos. Why, is there anything wrong with that? Or maybe I took a photo, and then I deleted it because it wasn't satisfactory. Couldn't I do that? Why should I explain it to you? In any case, there isn't any photo of you inside, so I wasn't taking photos of you secretly!"

Yin Shaojie said haughtily, "Do you think that just because you have deleted the photos, I would have no other way?"

The man was still insisting that he wasn't secretly taking photos.

In any case, the photo was already gone, so there was no more evidence. Plus, they were out in public, so he didn't believe that Yin Shaojie would dare to do anything to him.

Yin Shaojie's eyes flashed with amusement as he said to the bodyguard, "Take him to the police station. I want to sue him."

The man, unwilling to give up, continued to say, "You, You. What are you suing me for? What grounds do you have to sue me? Where is the evidence?"

"Evidence? You tell the policemen." Yin Shaojie said indifferently.

"Give me back the camera!" The man suddenly became worried, wanting to snatch back his phone's camera, but he was already pinned by the bodyguard.

After the manager reported to the police, the police took the man away in front of everyone.

This avoided some gossip.

Yin Shaojie temporarily passed the camera to the bodyguard and asked him to take it home.

Mu Xiaoxiao went up to hug his arm, saying worriedly, "Was he the one who secretly took those photos the last time?"

"Probably," Yin Shaojie said, wrapped his arms around her shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of it."

His eyes narrowed, having a nagging feeling that things would not be quite that simple.

Who was the person behind the scenes?

…

Ye residence.

When Ye Sijue came home, he instinctively went into the guest room where Mo Xiaomeng was staying at, but she was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned, stopped a helper and asked, "Where is she?"

The helper was startled, and quickly nodded and replied, "Young master, Mo—Miss Mo, she was playing in the yard earlier. But I don't know where she went after that…"

Though there were more than a hundred domestic helpers in Ye residence, everyone had their own duties.

And with how large Ye residence was, it was impossible for someone to be keeping watch of Mo Xiaomeng all day.

Ye Sijue didn't question further and decided to look for her himself.

When he was walking through the corridor, about to go to the yard, he passed by the study and saw that the door of the study was half open, and he stopped.

Lightly pushing the door, Ye Sijue walked into the study.

Beside the simple and elegant European bookshelf in the study, a person in a white skirt laid on the dark wooden floor. The face, almost the size of a palm, was covered with an open book such that even the ears could not be seen.

He walked over slowly, in very light steps that he had never once taken before as if he was afraid of alarming the butterfly fairy and letting her fly away.

No, she should be an angel instead.

Ye Sijue walked to Mo Xiaomeng's side, half squatted, and watched her fixedly.

In a pure white skirt, with her slender limbs and skin as fair as snow, in the scene of the cream-colored curtains gently stirring in the light breeze, she really looked like an angel.

Even the air was filled with purity.