Chapter 148: Mimicry Disguise

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhao Yicheng, who had just finished teasing Xu Yinsheng, was back to work.

Previously, because Xu Yinsheng was pretending to be sick, all his attention had been focused on her, causing his work progress to plummet.

Now, staring at the screen full of pending drafts, he got up and made himself a cup of hot coffee.

“Zhao Yicheng! What have you done to my Yinsheng!!”

Suddenly, the bedroom door was forcefully kicked open, followed by a woman’s angry shout, and then the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor.

Hearing this familiar yet strange voice, Zhao Yicheng froze for a moment.

He slowly turned his head…

In front of the bedroom door stood a young woman wearing a white short-sleeve top, her delicate and beautiful face marked with anger, her phoenix-like eyes cold and sharp like blades, fixed intently on Zhao Yicheng at the desk as if she wanted to tear him apart.

“Xiao Chen, Aunt Chen?!”

Seeing the woman’s face clearly, even Zhao Yicheng—who had weathered countless storms in the business world—was stunned and extremely surprised.

The visitor was none other than Xu Yinsheng’s mother!

There was a striking resemblance between the two; at first glance, they looked like a pair of sisters.

But upon closer inspection, the woman’s expression carried a hint of gentleness, and her temperament was much softer, lacking Xu Yinsheng’s childishness.

But how did Chen Ruomu end up in Tianlin City?

Wasn’t she supposed to be abroad accompanying Yinsheng’s father on a trip?

When did they return to the country?

No, how did she discover that Xu Yinsheng was being held captive?!

And how did she manage to enter the villa without triggering the security system?!

A barrage of questions filled Zhao Yicheng’s mind, making him headache badly.

But there was no time to think further.

Chen Ruomu strode forward and grabbed his collar fiercely.

“You, Zhao Yicheng!”

“How dare you treat my Yinsheng like this!!”

“After all, she considered you a good brother!”

As she spoke, Chen Ruomu lowered her head, her jet-black, glossy hair falling over her stunning face.

A faint, elegant scent, like fresh milk, wafted through the air and invaded Zhao Yicheng’s senses, making him momentarily dazed.

The mother and daughter’s auras were so similar?

“Hmph!”

Chen Ruomu snorted coldly.

“Just wait for the lawyer’s letter!”

“Imprisonment, abuse, arson—countless charges piled up. Even Jesus won’t save you! Mark my words! Just wait to get shot!”

Zhao Yicheng’s expression shifted slightly.

“Aunt Chen, let’s discuss this calmly.”

His tone softened, sincere.

“We can talk, sit down, and come up with a solution that benefits both parties.”

If someone were to watch him from behind at this moment, they would notice Zhao Yicheng’s hand silently slipping into the drawer of his desk.

The drawer contained miscellaneous items—a fountain pen for writing, a small set of condoms used on weekends, a silver metal plate he took from Xu Yinsheng last night, and also a revolver gleaming with a cold light…

In some cities of the Huayuan Federation, guns were not banned.

This was a well-known fact.

“Talk?”

Chen Ruomu’s tone was icy.

“Zhao Yicheng, today’s your day!”

“When you set the fire, you should have known how it would end.”

“Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent!”

“Aunt Chen, can’t we please talk this through?”

Zhao Yicheng gripped the revolver tightly, his tone earnest.

He didn’t want to resort to violence, but if it came to that point, he’d have no choice.

“No!”

“I’ve already called the police!”

“Just wait to rot in prison!”

“Then I’m sorry, Aunt Chen.”

The light in Zhao Yicheng’s eyes dimmed as he held the revolver, lips moving silently, speaking in a voice only he could hear.

“I can’t lose her.”

“I’m a bad man, and I deserve punishment, but not now.”

“Please forgive me, Aunt Chen.”

Just as Zhao Yicheng was about to make a move, Chen Ruomu suddenly released his collar and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

“Hahaha!”

“You were scared!”

“You absolutely were scared!!”

She laughed until she was bent over and squatting on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes, filled with malicious glee.

“This is fun, really fun! So fun! I thought you were fearless.”

“Never thought you’d beg for mercy!!!”

Looking at the woman before him, squatting on the ground, laughing wildly with no dignity left, Zhao Yicheng frowned, and his hand holding the gun stopped.

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him like lightning!

He opened his phone and zoomed in on the smallest scale.

A red dot lit up—the location showed the target was only three or four meters away.

Zhao Yicheng looked up.

The location arrow pointed straight at the laughing woman in front of him.

He hesitated, then tentatively spoke,

“Xiaoyin?”

“Ahaha, looks like you caught me.”

Chen Ruomu wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes after laughing her fill.

She stood up, sat on the bed, crossing her beautiful legs and clapping her hands, clearly very pleased.

“You were scared just now, weren’t you? Absolutely scared! Don’t even say you weren’t—I saw you pulling back your hand! Haha, so funny, really funny! You never thought you’d have a day like today!!”

“By the way, let me show you my new form. You saw it this morning, but you definitely didn’t understand it.”

With that, she wiped her face again.

Chen Ruomu’s mature and alluring face began to shift and twist, transforming once more into a state wrapped in silver metallic liquid, making her exact features indistinguishable.

“Surprised? Super surprised! Haha, don’t deny it, I saw it!!”

Her clothes dissolved into nothingness—not revealing bare skin like white jade, but endless silver liquid.

Quickly, her entire body was once again wrapped in liquid metal, only her graceful curves visible.

“Do I look like her? Like my mom?”

Saying that, Xu Yinsheng touched her chin, her silver figure completely exposed before the man’s eyes.

She raised a pale finger to point at herself.

“Isn’t my new form cool? Isn’t it freaking awesome?”

“Guess what this liquid metal is? Wait, don’t say, don’t say—I’ll guess. According to my years of reading novels, this must be nanomachines that can assemble into various materials.”

“Like this.”

Her small hand brushed over her chest.

Countless liquid metals gathered and writhed, forming the outline of a trench coat.

Dense metallic threads spread along the contour, and seconds later, a loose-fitting, cool, black trench coat draped over Xu Yinsheng’s body.

Xu Yinsheng proudly showed off a few times, but seeing the man in the chair silent and unmoved, her dissatisfaction immediately rose.

“Hey, hey, why aren’t you surprised? At least play along!”

“Not even a word?”

Xu Yinsheng pouted, looking at the silent Zhao Yicheng.

A mischievous idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Her small hand brushed her face again, and as the pale fingers slowly moved away, a delicate, translucent, flawless face appeared.

“Brother Yicheng, why aren’t you talking?”

“Do you hate me now~?”

“Waaah~ I’ll change~”

Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening like rain on pear blossoms, looking pitiful and heart-rending.

The shy “Bai Ruoxi” twisted and turned in front of the man, unable to speak the next sentence, her pure white eyelashes trembling slightly, looking so fragile and pitiful.

“I’m your betrothed, no, your fiancée~”

“Don’t hate me~”

“Brother Yicheng~”