Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"You are too polite. I will ask the maid to arrange the largest room for you tonight. Please let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you."

A maid led Feng Qingyu up to the second floor and took her to a spacious guest room. The room was large, much larger than the business suite in the hotel, but smaller than the one in the Feng family manor.

A small room also has its advantages. It looks cozy and feels more like home.

"Miss Feng, I'm on the first floor. If you need anything, just ring the bell and I'll be there right away. The bath water is ready. You can take a bath first. I'll prepare your clothes and midnight snacks."

"Okay, please."

The maid pushed the door open and left. Feng Qingyu placed his belongings on the coffee table next to him, took off his dirty clothes, threw them into the square laundry basket, and soaked his body in the small bathtub.

She replied to the messages one by one and opened the chat interface with Tallulah. Tallulah was not online at all and all the messages showed [Unread].

"..."

It was no use checking the messages again and again. There were dozens of messages sent by her, but Tallulah didn't read any of them, didn't reply to any of them, and she came and went without a trace.

The feeling of wishful thinking is so uncomfortable.

"I don't want to think about her."

Feng Qingyu put his phone down, closed his eyes and cleared his mind.

The experience of half a day contained too much information, and she needed to digest it slowly. For example, she suddenly moved to live with her blind date's home, and for example, she suddenly had a brother who was a Victorian officer.

She had no doubt at all whether the man was her biological brother. Based on his appearance and temperament, there was no doubt that he was her brother from the same mother.

Uncle Qi, the Feng family's steward, also mentioned the "Young Master", but was interrupted by Feng Tiancheng and could not continue.

Feng Qingyao said that he had severed ties with the Feng family a long time ago, set up his own business, and changed his name to a foreign name. His bad attitude left a very bad first impression.

"I guess we won't meet again."

As soon as she finished talking to herself, she received a new message on her phone. The sender's number was an unfamiliar number, and she didn't know when it had been added to her address book.

[Tomorrow morning at 10:00, McMartin Brothers French Fries Shop, no waiting after the time is up.]

Twenty-nine Fire

"Who is this?"

Feng Qingyu opened the phone book and found the number. It was just saved today, and it was not his doing.

I kept my cell phone with me all the time, except for the two hours I was locked up in the Xiaoqiu County military camp.

"Case solved."

The person who sent the message knew immediately that who else could have access to her personal belongings and have them returned to her except the major with a bad temper?

She didn't reply to the message to the brother she just met, but silently memorized the meeting place in her mind.

"Hmm? McMartin's Chip Shop? Isn't this the same shop as last night?"

The major arranged to meet at the store where the conflict took place last night. I don't know if there is any special intention. Feng Qingyu was too lazy to guess the thoughts of these big shots. He had to meet them anyway, so he would just thank him for helping him out yesterday.

"It would be better if that person was a little more gentle."

The legendary gentle, kind and considerate brother who takes good care of his sister should not be such a grumpy old man. What went wrong in the setting?

Reality is often more magical than any work, and she has experienced it.

As soon as he finished taking a bath, the maid brought him new pajamas. Feng Qingyu suspected that they had been waiting at the door, otherwise how could they have chosen the timing so accurately?

The two maids who walked into the bathroom were from Victoria. They had light blond hair, light green eyes, and were of the Pero race. Pero were rare in Victoria. The more common races in Victoria were Flin and Vaifan. Aslan could also be seen, but Drake was a very rare species.

Feng Qingyu is one of them, and so is her brother whom she just met.

The two maids in black and white maid outfits looked more normal than those who wanted to curry favor with the rich and powerful in Feng's manor. She still remembered the shocking words of the maid in the bathroom of the manor last time.

—Miss, my hands and taste buds are a combination of being very dexterous.

What a terrible statement.

When she faces the maid again, she will develop maid PTSD.

"Miss Feng, Miss asked us to help you dress and eat."

"I'll do it myself, you guys go and rest first."

"You are a guest, and it is unreasonable to ask a guest to do it himself. Please let us do it. Previously, someone was not hospitable and forgot to add sugar when serving tea to guests. He was fired by the master. It is difficult for Tara people to find jobs now. Please show mercy."

"Ok."

Looking at the maid's embarrassed expression, Feng Qingyu couldn't insist.

It is a fact that it is difficult for Tara people to find jobs, and the salaries they do receive are lower than those of other people. There are also various harsh rules and regulations that restrict them, and some places even blatantly discriminate against them - Tara people are not allowed to enter.

It is extremely insulting, and just looking at it makes me hard and my fists stiffen.

One of the maids was a little curious when she saw Feng Qingyu's physical features, so she asked casually, "Are you Draco? Or Vaifan? I see that you look like both Draco and Vaifan, and I'm very curious."

"I... I am Draco, and I inherited the blood of my mother's family."

The maids looked at her with envy.

It is something to be proud of to be a Drake. The blood of the Drake family is very noble and must be related to the royal family and the nobility. They are either rich or noble.

Girls who come from poor families but don't want to work hard will pay special attention to people of these races. Is there anything that can make you happy without struggling for decades?

If so, you won’t have to struggle in your whole life.

Two maids helped her put on her pajamas and placed the midnight snack freshly prepared in the kitchen on the table. It was called a midnight snack, but in theory it was to make up for tonight's dinner.

The dinner consisted of one meat dish and two vegetable dishes, adhering to the traditional Victorian dinner. The three dishes were served with a soup, a bowl of fruit and vegetable salad, a bottle of red wine, and dessert. It was a very sumptuous meal.

As simple as Victoria's lunch was, her dinner was quite luxurious.

The meat dishes tonight are fried fish and steak, and the vegetarian dishes are broccoli and French fries. Fish and chips is a famous dish in Victoria, which I have learned about last time I came here.

French fries are ubiquitous in Victorian life, reflecting their love for potatoes.

The soup is a thick soup made with carrots, cabbage and tomatoes. It tastes similar to Ursus's borscht, but has a thicker texture.

"Miss Feng, is this enough? If not, I'll go to the kitchen and ask the chef to make some for you."

"That's enough. I'm worried I won't be able to finish this much."

Feng Qingyu looked at the large table of food, and she was not concerned about whether it was enough to eat, but was more worried about waste. Wasting food was a very shameful act. If she had known that the maids would prepare so much, she would have informed them in advance and reduced the amount of food.

The maid added a set of tableware to the table.

"The young lady will also dine with you, so let's prepare some more."

Not long after, Miss Jane Willow finally showed up in her nightgown.

She was wearing a semi-transparent tulle nightgown, and under the tulle one could vaguely see her beautiful lines and contours. Feng Qingyu didn't dare to look too closely, or he would have to go into a small dark room and not see the light of day.

So, Feng Qingyu turned his attention to Willow's hair.

Her long blond hair was now completely loose and draped behind her. As she approached, she could smell the scent of shampoo and body wash.

It takes more time and effort to take care of such long hair. Although cutting it short can save a lot of trouble, it will inevitably lose this unique charm.

Feng Qingyu liked her golden hair very much and wanted to feel the golden waterfall sliding across his fingertips.

Of course, this is a very rude request, and others may not agree. Touching hair can only be done with very close people. If you ask someone to do it when you just met them, you will seem like a pervert.

"Miss Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you daydreaming again?"

Willow called out a few times, and Feng Qingyu quickly sat up straight and shifted his thoughts away from her hair.

"I was a little dazed. I like to daze when I have nothing to do. Don't mind me. Can we start eating now? I'm starving."

"Of course, these are all prepared for you by the maid at home. The food is a bit simple and cannot compare to the restaurants on the street. I should have cooked for you myself, but I was too tired and worried that the food I made would not suit your taste, so..."

Willow felt sorry for not being able to cook herself.

Feng Qingyu glanced at the things on the table and couldn't associate them with the word "simple". If this was considered simple, then what would those people on the night shift in Rhodes Island who ate instant noodles think?

And those operators who have suffered from the harm of Furong's nutritious meals will definitely be furious when they hear this.

"Don't worry, I'm not picky about food."

While the food was still hot, Feng Qingyu sped up his eating speed and tried to finish it all before it got cold. When he was half full, outside the French window of the room, the sky in the distance was illuminated by something, and it looked like there was a fire somewhere.

But when I looked back again, there was nothing.

Thirty seconds against time

The fire that Feng Qingyu saw was not an illusion, it really appeared, although for a very short time.

A group of people wearing gray robes, light gray hoods with unique designs on their heads, and black masks flashed by, like ghosts in the night.

Their footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, with only a slight sound from the rubbing of their clothes.

These people are a unit, a collective, everyone wears the same uniform and carries weapons. On the left bottom hem of the cloak is embroidered a word - DUBLINN.

The leader is a drake, whose fire comes from her magic. She uses her fire to light the way for her companions and leads them to sneak into Hillshire.

Anyone who sees them along the way is already asleep in the night and will not wake up.

No one can catch a glimpse of them, at least not yet, because the time has not come.

……

"I'm hallucinating again."

Feng Qingyu put down his fork, rubbed his sore eyes, and tried to find eye drops, but found that they were not around. He changed into pajamas, which had no pockets.

"Maybe I'm just too exhausted lately... I really need to rest."

I am so tired that I am hallucinating. If I don't rest, I will get sick. Feng Qingyu was so sleepy halfway through his meal that he wanted to throw himself into bed and let the fatigue accumulated over the past few days disappear.

Willow was considerate and knew that the guest was eager to lie down and rest, but she was worried that there would be too much food left on the table and it would be wasted, so she forced herself to keep stuffing food into her mouth.

It's easy to get rid of the food. Even though they can't finish it, there will always be someone who wants to eat it.

"Miss Feng, if you can't eat, don't force yourself. The rest has not been touched. I will give it to the maids. Some of them are often hungry during the night shift. With these, they won't go hungry."

Feng Qingyu also thought it was feasible.

Foreigners’ dinners are too rich. In Longmen, she often just buys a box lunch to have dinner. Unless someone treats her, she rarely has such a sumptuous dinner.

The eating habits of Victorians are completely opposite to those of Yan people, which makes her feel a little troubled.

"Well... then I'm going to brush my teeth first. I'm so sleepy. I just came back from Ursus before coming to Victoria. The day before I went to Ursus, I was in Dosores, busy with eight people... ahem, eight people studying biological reproduction."

Willow didn't seem to understand what the term biological reproduction meant. Feng Qingyu just finished speaking, and felt that his brain was slipping. Why did he tell others this?

"Miss Feng has also made achievements in the field of biology, which is amazing."

"I'm not as powerful as you think, hahaha..."

An innocent young lady is also good, at least she won’t feel embarrassed.

Then, Willow asked the maids to take away the untouched food and distribute it to others, and then said good night to Feng Qingyu.

"Well, I'll go back to my room and rest first. Miss Feng, please have a good rest. I don't have anything special to do tomorrow. If you want to have a good time in Xiaoqiu County, I can act as your tour guide."

"Okay, goodnight. I'll speak if you need anything."

Even saying goodnight was so ritualistic that Feng Qingyu felt a little tired. Considering that Miss Willow's father had been asking her to do this since she was a child, and could even be said to have forced her to become like this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for her.

Before leaving the guest room, Willow helped Feng Qingyu turn off the lights.

The room was not completely dark. Feng Qingyu did not close all the curtains, but left a small gap, just enough for the moonlight outside to shine in.

The empty room, with only her living there, did feel a bit lonely.

Although I had to share a dormitory with several other people in Rhode Island, and there were two women sharing a bed with me, we often discussed biological topics together, and it was much more lively than this.

"yawn--"

She missed her companions in Rhode Island for a moment, quickly took off her pajamas and threw them aside, letting her body blend into the soft bed and silk quilt.

The comfort of the bed made her sleepier and soon she was dragged into the abyss of sleep.

The comfortable sleeping environment creates superb sleep quality, and I didn't wake up until 9:30 in the morning.

"Half past nine..."

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