Gain A Cute Wife By 'Kidnap'

Chapter 166 - Losing

“How's Dad? Did you manage to find anyone?”

Mu Xiaoxiao raced back to the intersection, panting heavily, and inquired of her equally breathless brother, Mu Renying, who had just returned.

“No, no, I'm utterly exhausted.”

Mu Renying swallowed hard and weakly waved his hand. He appeared on the verge of collapsing from fatigue.

Indeed, they had been searching for Shang Xiaojie throughout the night to locate their missing relative. Shang Xiaojie remained elusive, and even Mu Sifa had disappeared without a trace.

“Ugh, it's baffling that even Third Brother is nowhere to be found!” Mu Xiaoxiao scolded him while catching her breath, her exhaustion evident.

Aunt Mu and the others, who had embarked on the search for Shang Xiaojie without the assistance of servants, had also returned. They were all panting and shaking their heads, reporting that they had found no one.

“We can't keep going like this. This villa area is extensive, but we've essentially covered it all. It doesn't make sense that we can't locate anyone,” Mu Xiaoxiao remarked, wiping sweat from her brow.

She also called Huangfu Qiao, instructing him to search the outskirts, but there had been no word of their whereabouts thus far.

“What about at home? Have you made a call?” Mu Renying inquired of Aunt Mu.

Aunt Mu was so fatigued that her breathing was labored, but she dared not delay, “No, still no news. No one at home has contacted us.”

“Oh, seriously, where on earth could they have gone?! And without Xiaojie's shoes?”

Mu Xiaoxiao felt deeply frustrated but saw no immediate solution.

“After searching for so long without any sign of them, they might not even be in this area anymore. There's no point in continuing the search. We'll have to report this to the police after 24 hours.”

Mu Renying reluctantly agreed with this course of action.

Mu Xiaoxiao was reluctant to involve the police, considering the lengthy process required to file a report. However, they had no other option.

“Aunt Mu, take your people back,” Mu Renying said, “There's no need to search for him.”

Aunt Mu was momentarily surprised by Mu Renying's statement but agreed nonetheless. She led the servants back to the mansion.

Mu Renying and Mu Xiaoxiao stared at the bustling street outside, frozen in place as if waiting for Shang Xiaojie to reappear, even though they knew it was impossible.

“That troublesome brat, wait till he gets back, I'll give him a piece of my mind,” Mu Renying fumed. He still had no idea what had transpired; all he knew was that Shang Xiaojie had disappeared.

“We can't let our third brother off so easily this time. Let's give him a good beating!” Mu Xiaoxiao clenched her fist, her face twisted with anger.

Having vented their frustrations and exhausted their search efforts, the two of them returned home. Originally, Mu Xiaoxiao intended to head straight to her room, but when she entered the living room, she found only Hee Meier seated quietly on the sofa.

“I'm back,” Mu Renying announced. Hee Meier merely raised her head briefly to acknowledge them, her expression far from serious.

“Yes.”

The two of them sank wearily onto the sofa, their spirits deflated.

In the hushed living room, a heavy atmosphere weighed on them until it was interrupted by approaching footsteps.

“Welcome back, Third Young Master. Have you found Third Young Madame?” Aunt Mu's anxious voice echoed from the hallway. They turned to look, but no one was there.

Suddenly, Aunt Mu exclaimed, “Third Young Master, your foot is bleeding!” She turned pale with fright and didn't know what to do.

Mu Sifa remained silent and didn't acknowledge her. He simply walked past her as if he hadn't heard her, his eyes vacant, as though he were a soulless being.

Without saying a word or casting a glance in her direction, Mu Sifa passed Aunt Mu, his eyes empty, almost as if he were a walking corpse.

Hearing Aunt Mu's voice, Mu Renying and Mu Xiaoxiao were instantly alert and rushed over. However, what they encountered was Mu Sifa, appearing as though he had lost his very soul.