Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

According to information in Chapter 23, Ning Yao is dead.

Her long, smooth, black hair fell to her chest, soft and fluffy, with excellent texture.

Bao Ying's hair is very similar to hers, black and soft, slightly fluffy, and feels great to the touch.

A few strands of hair fell near Ning Yao's lips. Wen Tingye, who had already let go of her hand, seemed to be attracted by something and slowly approached.

Long, slender fingers slowly approached Ning Yao's lips, which were pale from excessive blood loss, and gently played with a few strands of hair.

Even though his hair had been combed out, Wen Tingye still couldn't bear to let go of Ning Yao's skin.

She had a faint, pleasant fragrance. Wen Tingye couldn't identify the brand of perfume, but he found it refreshing and pleasant to smell. The scent seemed familiar to him, and he could even say he liked it.

After receiving the news, Hu Mingyu ran more than a dozen red lights and sped all the way here. He thought that Wen Tingye had had an accident at the club. But when he entered, he saw Wen Tingye sitting on the sofa, completely unharmed. However, there was a woman lying on his lap.

"What's going on?!"

Hu Mingyu spoke with surprise and doubt, his gaze constantly and curiously scrutinizing the woman resting on Wen Tingye's lap. Before he could ask any shocking gossip, Wen Tingye spoke coldly from the other end.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Ning Yao had a deep cut on her arm, which was bleeding profusely, staining Wen Tingye's white shirt red as well.

Hu Mingyu shivered from Wen Tingye's chilling aura, and after realizing what was happening, he immediately stepped forward with the first aid kit.

Honestly, before anything even happened, he's already protecting her. As a friend who's been through thick and thin with him, he won't even let her look at him. Tsk.

He first treated Ning Yao's most obvious external injury, then carefully examined her body. When his gaze shifted to the outer side of Ning Yao's cheek, near her ear, he paused, frowned, and let out a confused "hmm," lowering his voice to mutter to himself.

"What's wrong with this face...?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Tingye turned his gaze to Ning Yao, leaned down, and gently stroked Ning Yao's face a few times. As his warm palm met her soft and smooth skin, Wen Tingye's dark eyes instantly darkened.

Hu Mingyu remained silent, cautiously glancing back and forth between Ning Yao and Wen Tingye.

He had been by Wen Tingye's side for a long time and had never seen him care so much for any other woman.

If any woman, oblivious to the danger, gets too close to Wen Tingye in a bikini, he will throw her into the sea without a second thought.

Unlike how he treated this woman, he was so careful and even let her rest her head on his lap!

No matter how Hu Mingyu looked at her, he couldn't see anything special about this woman; she was even too ordinary. But Wen Tingye seemed very nervous.

So, it turns out his brother prefers simple tea and plain food.

I don't know how much time passed, but inside the dimly lit private room...

Ning Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out a soft hum in a hoarse voice as she slowly woke up on the sofa.

Before she was fully awake, she almost instinctively raised her hand, her fingertips frantically touching her cheek, her nerves stretched to the limit.

Only after confirming that the human skin mask was intact did I feel relieved.

Noticing Ning Yao's actions, Wen Tingye calmly said, "Don't worry, she's not disfigured."

Ning Yao was startled and then noticed a pair of long legs crossed on the sofa next to her. Wen Tingye was sitting there, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable as he looked at her.

Ning Yao tried to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in her arm, which made her face turn pale.

Although the wounds on my body were painful, they were all treated well; they had been medicated and bandaged.

If Wen Tingye hadn't arrived in time, neither she nor Mo Fei'ao would have survived if they had been any later.

"Thank you." Ning Yao had been unconscious for a while, and her voice was low, hoarse, and somewhat weak, but full of sincerity.

"You're not that old, but you've got quite the nerve. Don't you think you're overestimating yourself?" Wen Tingye's tone was mocking.

Ning Yao frowned, her tone casual but her expression very serious as she said, "Then I can't just stand by and watch someone die."

Wen Tingye remained noncommittal, his dark eyes fixed on Ning Yao's eyes with an ambiguous gaze, as if he wanted to see right through her.

The two, a man and a woman, were alone in a lounge, and Ning Yao felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by him.

"I am very grateful to Premier Wen today. I should go back now; my friends will be worried about me."

"Aren't your family worried?" Wen Tingye looked Ning Yao up and down, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he were having a casual conversation.

Ning Yao was taken aback by his question. She had a vague feeling that Wen Tingye seemed to know something.

"Mr. Wen, you're joking. How would my family know what happened at the club? They're not even in the country."

"Oh? Mr. Ning doesn't have any relatives in the country?"

“This is my private matter.” Ning Yao frowned, her tone still incredibly forceful despite her physical weakness.

"On the day the child went missing, it seemed that President Ning also interfered in my family's private affairs." Wen Tingye stood up, looking down at her, but suddenly bent down and leaned closer to her, the distance between them suddenly shrinking to less than five centimeters. "I was just asking casually, why are you so nervous?"

Ning Yao sensed danger and unconsciously clenched her fist. Just as she was about to say something, someone knocked on the door. The door made a series of muffled thuds, which sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

Wen Tingye didn't move. Ning Yao pretended to be calm and looked back at him firmly. After a few seconds, Wen Tingye stood up and replied in a deep voice, "Come in."

It was Wen Tingye's assistant who arrived. He nodded slightly and said to Wen Tingye, "Miss Yang and a gentleman have come to see Miss Ning."

Ning Yao realized that it was Yang Dongcha and Chen Xuezong. She composed herself, slowly got up, and said goodbye to Wen Tingye.

"Mr. Wen, my friend is waiting for me. I have to go now. I'll treat you to dinner sometime. Thank you for saving my life."

The moment she walked past Wen Tingye, she heard his distinctive, magnetic voice.

"Is President Ning's life only worth the cost of a meal?"

Ning Yao paused, glanced at Wen Tingye, and then smiled.

"Consider it a favor I owe Mr. Wen. If there's anything you need me to do in the future, please just let me know."

One request, one life.

Upon hearing this, Wen Tingye made a 'please' gesture.

The moment Ning Yao turned her face, her polite smile turned sour, and her eyes revealed unconcealed resentment.

That scoundrel, he's a true swindler by nature!

After Ning Yao left, the assistant entered the private room, gently closed the door behind him, and respectfully said to Wen Tingye, "The matter you asked me to investigate has yielded results."

Wen Tingye gracefully sat down on the sofa, leaned back, crossed his legs, and his suit trousers rode up, revealing half of his ankles.

"The eldest daughter of the Ning family disappeared at her birthday party five years ago. The Ning family reported it to the police, but there was no trace of her for a whole year. It wasn't until four years ago that the police found a female corpse in a small county town. After investigation, it was confirmed that it was Ning Yao, the eldest daughter of the Ning family."

Wen Tingye narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then let out a low groan and raised an eyebrow to signal his assistant to continue.

"Ms. Ning, who recently returned to China, was born to a Chinese-American couple and has lived in the United States since childhood. The information shows no suspicious circumstances. This is Ms. Ning's first time returning to China. The Chinese-American couple has no relatives in China. I have compiled Ms. Ning's detailed information and sent it to your email address ten minutes ago."

The assistant shut up after saying that, having finished all the tasks Wen Tingye had assigned him.

Wen Tingye remained silent, not uttering a single word. His assistant caught a glimpse of Wen Tingye gently rubbing his fingertips out of the corner of his eye, and, not knowing what he was thinking, dared not ask, so he stood there waiting.

"Go ahead and get busy."

Ten minutes later, Wen Tingye raised his hand and waved, and the assistant left the lounge as if granted a pardon.