Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1059: Xiaoguai, Where Are You?!

The message was again sent by Second People’s Hospital, but this time it wasn’t a bill text; it was a blessing message.

Its content was wishing the patient a speedy recovery.

"Pa."

The glass fell from his hand, shattered all over the ground, and the water splashed everywhere.

However, Qing Yi did not react at all. He just stared at the text message for nearly a minute, his face gradually growing pale.

He clenched his grip on the phone tighter and tighter, his fingertips turning red and white.

The next moment, he abruptly stood up from the sofa and ran out like mad...

Jun Moyan carried several bags of food, his steps light yet urgently climbing the stairs.

He reached out to push open the door, but no light came through the crack.

Whenever he returned late, Wen Xiao’ai would habitually leave a light on for him, falling asleep while the light remained on, but tonight...

The room was filled with a chilling coldness.

As the door opened wider, this coldness grew more pronounced.

Jun Moyan felt his heart skip a beat.

Without a moment’s hesitation, slightly panicking, he pushed open the door and went in.

Instead, he was greeted by a room of coldness.

The room wasn’t dark, with the shallow moonlight pouring in from the large balcony.

It was enough for him to see all the large furnishings in the room clearly.

Jun Moyan’s uneasy gaze naturally fell on the bed, where the slightly raised small part of the blanket made him uneasy.

On closer inspection, he found one pillow missing.

And the missing one was his.

His heart tightened so much he almost couldn’t breathe, just staring at that small raised part, yet he didn’t have the courage to approach and lift it to see.

"...Xiaoguai?"

He called out, tentatively and lightly, his voice trembling.

What answered him was the silence.

Even knowing that even if Wen Xiao’ai were on the bed, she might not hear him call her, Jun Moyan’s heart still couldn’t stop growing more frantic.

He raised his hand and turned on the wall lamp in the room, but his gaze remained on that small raised part of the bed.

That was his only hope.

He stepped closer to the bed, the closer his sinking heart sank.

Standing at the bedside, there was no need to lift the blanket to confirm that it was empty.

But he wouldn’t give up.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the corner of the blanket and gently lifted it... there was nothing inside...

"Splash..."

The bags he was carrying fell to the ground, milk tea rolling out from them...

Jun Moyan steadied his frantic heart, lifted his head, and searched the room with fearful, bewildered eyes.

"...Xiaoguai?"

"Xiaoguai?"

He ran to the balcony and then to the bathroom, but Wen Xiao’ai’s figure was nowhere to be found.

He even lay on the ground, peering under the bed, because when Wen Xiao’ai was still a cat, she liked to drag some quirky little objects under the bed to hide them, like the little backpack from before her run away.

But under the bed, apart from a few forgotten toys, there was nothing else.

In a panic, he stood up and ran to the study.

No, still no.

"Xiaoguai?!"

"Xiaoguai?!"

The large villa echoed with Jun Moyan’s helpless and fearful voice searching desperately, accompanied by frantic footsteps.

Xiaocha heard the noise and rose.

Upon hearing Jun Moyan searching for Xiaoguai, he was somewhat perplexed.

He thought it should be looking for Miss Wen, not Xiaoguai?

Was the wrong name called because of panic?

"Third young master, are you looking for Miss Wen?" Xiaocha voiced out.