Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1092: I Killed Him

"Mm."

After hearing all that, Jun Moyan just responded softly.

He didn’t seem surprised at all, not even raising a question.

Qing Yi looked at Jun Moyan’s overly calm reaction and asked, "Third Young Master, about Bai Rui’s death..."

"I did it."

Three simple words, spoken with a tone neither heavy nor light, as if he were saying, "I’m tired."

Qing Yi nodded knowingly, as if he had expected it to be like this.

"I knew it."

"By the way, Third Young Master, did you not find Miss Wen when you went to Holy City? I heard from Xiaocha that something seems to have happened in Miss Wen’s family."

"..." Jun Moyan didn’t reply, his expression unchanged, but his fingers tightened slowly around the water cup.

"Does it have anything to do with Xiaoguai? You’ve been calling Xiaoguai’s name constantly while you were unconscious these past few days."

Jun Moyan’s heart skipped a beat, fearing Qing Yi might doubt Wen Xiao’ai’s identity.

Fortunately, no normal person would think in the direction he feared.

"..."

Seeing Jun Moyan still not responding, Qing Yi continued, "I’ve noticed your condition hasn’t improved these days, so I took it upon myself to send people to Holy City to find Miss Wen, but they haven’t found her yet."

"... Call them back."

"Yes." Qing Yi nodded.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke his mind.

"Third Young Master, if there’s anything with Miss Wen, you can go to Holy City to handle it, leave things here to me."

"No need, Xiao’ai just went home for a bit, she’ll be back in a while." This sentence, it’s hard to say if it was an explanation to Qing Yi or a comfort to himself.

"I’ll call them back then."

Seeing Jun Moyan like this, Qing Yi knew things weren’t as simple as he said, but it wasn’t suitable to ask more.

"Keep an eye on Wells, and tell Hong Yi to be careful."

"Yes."

"Go find me some clothes."

"Third Young Master, are you getting discharged? Not going to rest for a couple more days?"

"I’m fine."

"... Alright."

Qing Yi took out his phone and made a call, then turned back to look at the dispirited Jun Moyan on the bed.

He hesitated to speak.

Jun Moyan, who was in a daze, caught a glimpse of Qing Yi’s hands fidgeting with the phone out of the corner of his eye and realized he had something to say.

"Speak."

"Um, Third Young Master, could you give me Miss Wen’s address? I want to find her cousin, Feng Liyan."

Jun Moyan slightly frowned, then looked up at him, questioning:

"What for?"

"Mu... The drunkard is sick, very seriously ill, from years of excessive drinking. The doctor also says his condition is very bad and worsening, so I want..." At the mention of the drunkard’s condition, Qing Yi’s face was full of worry.

"Didn’t he say he went back to his hometown?"

"Yes, that’s what he told me before..." Qing Yi lowered his eyes slightly.

Jun Moyan understood.

"Where is he now? I’ll go see him." Jun Moyan said as he started to get up from the bed.

Qing Yi quickly stopped him.

"Third Young Master, it’s better not to."

Jun Moyan looked at him, puzzled.

Qing Yi explained, "He’s staying in this hospital, but he doesn’t want to see anyone, doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, so..."

"Is it serious?"

Qing Yi nodded, "Yes, very serious. If I hadn’t discovered it in time, he would have given up treatment."

Thinking about how close it came to happening, Qing Yi couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

Hearing this, Jun Moyan’s fingers twitched slightly, and there was finally an emotional ripple in his otherwise indifferent eyes.

It was worry.