National School Prince Is A Girl

“Hear me out, the film starts of…” The international director was a movie addict and thus started switching to English in his excitement. At the end, it he seemed to have realized it and turned towards Bo Jiu. “Ah, I forgot to speak in Chinese, let me repeat it.”

Bo Jiu: …

Movie Queen An stood at the side laughing at the youngster. His repressed expression was simply adorable. She wanted to reach out and pinch the tender white skin.

Why wasn’t Jiu her son? But it was alright, it would be the same once Mo had married him.

Still, she couldn’t help but worry because she had never seen her son act so stubbornly over anyone. Therefore, she wasn’t sure if things were going to work out in the end…

Outside the windows, the sky started to dim.

Inside the Qin family’s study room, Qin Mo’s eyes darkened. There was barely any warmth left in his eyes. “He has been preparing to go overseas?”

“Yes, Young Master.” The special forces soldier swiped through the information on his laptop, his voice deep. “Young Master Jiu is very smart, even though he is just a high school student. On the outside, he is an esports player but he seems to have a part in many things, even his father Fu Zhongyi was tricked by him.”

Qin Mo replied calmly, “It’s a natural instinct to take back what had been stolen, Fu Zhongyi deserves to be schemed against.”

The special forces soldier: … Cough, he seemed to have forgotten Young Master’s obsession over a certain youngster. Even so, couldn’t he craft a better excuse?

“Young Master Jiu’s father is horrible. He prepared dirt on Young Master Jiu and is preparing to expose the information during the shareholders meeting in order to take the company back.”

Qin Mo tapped the table. “What sort of dirt?”

“A photo of Young Master Jiu confessing to another guy.” The special forces soldier shared this cautiously since his boss clearly wasn’t in a good mood.

As expected, a lighter could be heard from the other end of the call. The next second, an emotionless voice came through. “Who gave him the photos? Arrange a meeting with them.”

The special forces soldier knew, nothing good ever came out from such meetings.

“What else have you found out?” Qin Mo wanted a cigarette but the moment he tilted his head, he seemed to have remembered something. He frowned and tossed the silver lighter back onto his desk.

The special forces soldier didn’t understand. What else could there be? “There’s nothing else.”

Qin Mo glanced up. “Did he contact Hoshino?”

“No.” The special forces soldier replied firmly since this had always been the main direction of his investigation. “They don’t seem to know each other.”

That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be something simple for her to hide it so deeply. Hoshino must be the childhood sweetheart she had mentioned.

Qin Mo never bothered about her past relationships but she had actually muttered his name in her sleep.

Qin Mo’s fingers slipped, his voice cold and steely. “Why is he preparing to go overseas?”

“I couldn’t find the reason. Strangely, Young Master Jiu’s mother doesn’t seem to be aware of his decision.” The last sentence was spoken subconsciously.

Qin Mo caught it instantly, his eyes deepening. “Even He Honghua isn’t aware?”

“Yes.” The special forces soldier glanced down at the information.

Qin Mo’s voice hardened. “How long is he going to stay overseas?”

“This…” The special forces soldier hesitated slightly. “Young Master Jiu bought a one-way ticket, he probably hasn’t decided on the return date.”

A one-way ticket?

All the warmth left his body, his voice hardened and became emotionless. “It isn’t because he hasn’t decided on the return date, he has no intention of coming back.”

The special forces soldier paused. What did his boss mean? He wanted to probe but the line was cut off. However, before that, he could hear things being shattered.

The entire study room darkened. One of his hand was wrapped in a bandage.

He didn’t seem to be in the right state.

Even up to this day, she still hadn’t thought of their future.

Qin Mo’s hair fell across his face, his lips were curved but there wasn’t any laughter in his eyes.

His wrist was aching but he was oblivious to the pain until Madam Zhang woke in and caught sight of the opened bandage. She gasped. “Young Master, your hand!”

Qin Mo glanced down slowly before he reached out and fastened the bandage into place before asking faintly, “What is it?”

Madam Zhang noticed the hostility radiating from her young master but she couldn’t tell what had happened. She walked forward to pick up his phone, placing it on the desk. “Madam wanted me to inform you that dinner is ready. Young Master Jiu is joining for dinner.”

“I understand.” Qin Mo didn’t seem focused, dismissing her without much thought.

Madam Zhang glanced over to the sight and paused. “This mask, Young Master, didn’t you put it on the coffee table? Why is there another one here?”

Qin Mo frowned. “The coffee table outside?”

“That’s right, I kept it for you previously. Weren’t you very fond of it?”

Madam Zhang was right, Qin Mo was indeed fond of the mask. There wasn’t anything special about it. The only special point was the person who had given it to him.

Naturally, it wasn’t cherished on the same level as the USB lighter but since it was a present from Bo Jiu, it would be treated differently even if it was just a black mask.

That aside, Qin Mo was sure the mask had been placed in the study room the entire time.

But then, what had Madam Zhang seen outside?

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. “Madam Zhang, where did you put that mask?”

“It’s on the coffee table outside. Young Master, didn’t you take it?” Madam Zhang asked in confusion.

Qin Mo stood up immediately and walked out the study room towards the coffee table. He stood tall and upright, his arm in a cast and his face pale, making him look like a sickly king.

“Here?” Qin Mo asked.

Madam Zhang nodded. “It’s in the small cabinet under the coffee table.”

Qin Mo reached out and pulled open the cabinet. In his other palm was another black mask.

This… Madam Zhang examined the mask in his hand before turning to look at the one in the cabinet. “It’s the same mask. Why is it the same?”