Chapter 123: When Chu Fei Smiles, Life and Death Hang in the Balance!

Nie Ke’er glanced at Old Huang and said, “Huang Bo, do you sometimes think you’re really funny?”
“Miss Ke’er, I must confess, besides being humorous, I’m also a bit romantic!” Huang Bo grinned, revealing a missing front tooth.
“I’m damn complimenting you! Have some shame!”
“Miss, the greatest regret of my life is that I will never have the chance to kiss my own handsome face. Why would I want to lose it...”
Before Huang Bo could finish, Nie Ke’er promptly cut him off.
If she let him keep indulging in his narcissism, it would never end.
She turned to Xixi, who was laughing so hard her stomach hurt, and said, “Explain it to him. I can’t have a proper conversation with him!”
“Huang Bo, what Keke means is, we want you to investigate a Weibo ID called ‘What’s the Point of Arguing When Everyone’s an Idiot,’” Xixi explained through giggles.
At last, Huang Bo understood.
“Oh, so it’s not about arguing with idiots, but about investigating idiots!”
That cracked Xixi up even more.
This little old man was the steward of the Nie family. He had served the family long before Nie Renwang was born.
In fact, Nie Renwang was practically raised by him from infancy—he held a very high rank in the family hierarchy.
This time, Nie Renwang sent him to protect his daughter, which spoke volumes about how seriously he took the matters of the Martial Warriors’ Council.
To prevent anything happening to Nie Ke’er again, a master had to be by her side!
“Miss Ke’er, I will immediately have the intelligence department look into it. Anyone who picks a name like that probably isn’t a good person!”
Huang Bo made a call.
The Martial Alliance had long since modernized their management system, no different from a regular corporation, with multiple departments, including an intelligence division.
“Keke, why are you suddenly looking up your male idol?” Xixi asked curiously. “Didn’t you say it’s more interesting to keep things mysterious?”
“I think I saw Chu Fei with Zhou Mi just now,” Nie Ke’er replied.
Xixi was shocked. “Are you suspecting that Chu Fei is that man with the mysterious silhouette?”
“I hope not. Otherwise, my illusions are shattered. How could a scumbag like him be that silhouette?” Nie Ke’er said.
She regarded the silhouette man as a male idol precisely because he was devoted and protective—a sweetness she cherished.
But if she imagined that silhouette as Chu Fei, she’d think of him cheating on Zhou Mi while she was still his fiancée.
That was a serious scandal, a complete collapse of her ideal.
So she hoped she was mistaken.
Soon, the intelligence department called Old Huang back.
After the call, Huang Bo handed the phone to Nie Ke’er.
“Miss Ke’er, the intelligence department found something. Here, take a look. This is what they sent.”
Nie Ke’er lowered her eyes to the screen, suppressing her anger. “What is this?”
“It's the Baidu Encyclopedia entry for that ID,” Huang Bo explained seriously.

You might say they didn’t investigate, but there really was information about the silhouette man on Baidu Encyclopedia.
But if they did investigate, why would they just send something anyone could look up? Did they think she didn’t have a phone herself?
Nie Ke’er’s cold gaze swept over Huang Bo’s smug face as she grit her teeth.
“Are the intelligence officers idiots? I want to know who is behind this ID! They’re giving me an encyclopedia page as a reply?!”
Faced with Nie Ke’er’s murderous glare, Huang Bo felt wronged. “You should’ve said so earlier! Why didn’t you say so? You should’ve said it earlier...!”
“Huang Bo...”
Nie Ke’er narrowed her eyes. “Have you ever thought about retiring early?”
Scared by her words, Huang Bo immediately called the intelligence department back.
What came next was a torrent of swear words so fierce not a single word was fit to be heard.
He probably made the intelligence officers’ ears bleed.
But in the end, the answer was clear—they still couldn’t find out who the silhouette man really was.
Xixi suddenly reminded her, “You don’t really need to investigate. Why not just ask Chu Fei directly later?”
“No way. If he really is that silhouette man, I’d be utterly humiliated!”
Nie Ke’er shook her head. “I don’t want him to know I ever idolized him. He’d laugh at me forever!”
Xixi muttered, “Then just don’t tell him.”
“...That’s true.”
Nie Ke’er tapped her head, then glared at Huang Bo with dissatisfaction. “It’s all your fault, Huang Bo. You’re dragging down my IQ!”
Huang Bo rolled his eyes discreetly.
—Your brain’s the problem, not mine!
At that moment, the car stopped at Chu Fei’s villa.
Nie Ke’er got out and rang the doorbell. After a long wait with no answer, she refused Huang Bo’s suggestion to kick the door down and instead called Chu Fei.
“...”
Golden Eagle Mall.
The largest commercial building in Long City, with ten floors.
Everything from clothing to food and housing could be found there.
Especially luxury brands—this was a paradise for women.
As soon as Zhou Mi entered, she went full throttle on shopping.
Not only for herself, but also buying lots of clothes for Wen Nuan and Chu Fei.
Luckily, the mall had a storage service; otherwise, the packages would’ve turned Chu Fei into a human clothes rack.
For Wen Nuan, it was her first time in such a huge mall.
She nervously held Chu Fei’s hand tightly.
Fortunately, Zhou Mi’s constant chatter gradually eased her anxiety.
At that moment, Chu Fei’s phone rang.
Seeing it was Nie Ke’er, he answered.
“Where have you been? Why aren’t you home?” Nie Ke’er demanded, as if looking for a lost boyfriend.
“What’s the rush? I’m not hanging out with that stupid idiot,” Chu Fei retorted sarcastically.
Surprisingly, Nie Ke’er didn’t get mad. Instead, she said, “Didn’t you say I should be your maid for a month? I’m here to keep my promise!”
Chu Fei suddenly remembered.
That night, Nie Ke’er had indeed promised to be his maid for a month.
He hadn’t expected her to actually follow through.
“I’m out dealing with something. Come over later,” Chu Fei said, busy entertaining the two girls.
With that, he hung up.
“Chu Fei, who was that?” Wen Nuan asked.
Chu Fei smiled. “Nothing, just a very fierce woman.”
While they were talking, Zhou Mi called from ahead.
“Little junior, Nuan Nuan, come quickly! Let’s go play the claw machine!”
Instinctively, Chu Fei replied, “No, no, no, you have to go to a proper hospital to play the claw machine...”
Before he finished, Zhou Mi shot him a glare and pulled Wen Nuan along.
“Can you not say those dirty jokes in front of the kids?”
“Fine, I’ll shut up.”
Chu Fei made a gesture like locking his mouth with chains.
Zhou Mi was always full of surprises. After playing the claw machine, she led them to the center of the mall where a piano was displayed and suddenly insisted that Chu Fei play a piece for them.
Chu Fei wasn’t interested at first.
But he couldn’t resist the hopeful look from Wen Nuan.
So he went up to show off a bit.
Halfway there, a mischievous child ran up and started pressing random keys, then made a funny face at Chu Fei, who had just deliberately stepped on his foot.
“So adorable,” Chu Fei smiled, life being unpredictable.
Zhou Mi frowned. “That’s a brat, not adorable at all!”
“Oh, kids are naturally lively. You can understand that,” Chu Fei said, then went off to chat with the child’s mother...