Chapter 1181: Leaning on Seniority, Sun Can't Sleep

Director Chen has kept Ying Fu occupied.

As his phone chimed with a new message, Yang Xiao glanced at the screen and instantly shot up from his bed. Lu Xun and Su Zhiwei, who were waiting nearby, also quickly got up. Su Zhiwei looked out the window in the direction of the Huixian Hotel and asked, "What about the others? Are they also held up?"

"Except for the two escaped university students, most of Ying Fu's other personnel are at the dinner banquet."

"That makes things easier." Lu Xun immediately nodded. "Wushan Town isn't big. If Ying Fu really brought Chu Changqing here, there are only so many places to hide him. The three of us will search separately. Once we find a clue, we'll contact each other by phone."

"Understood."

With Ying Fu's people at the banquet, this was their perfect opportunity to snatch the person. Ying Fu likely never imagined that he, who saw himself as the hunter at the Wushan Conference, would become the prey of another hidden hunter.

The three of them quickly went downstairs. The owner, who was tidying up the counter, was slightly surprised to see them hurrying out.

"Xiao Xun, are you going out to eat?" Without waiting for Lu Xun's reply, the owner gently added, "Why don't you come back to your uncle's house to eat together? I've bought quite a few dishes... Call your friends too, and let's have a reunion dinner, okay? Your aunt really wants to see you too..."

The owner's eyes were full of guilt and pleading. For him, Lu Xun was not only his successful nephew but also his elder sister's daughter. His refusal to adopt Lu Xun all those years ago had always been a knot in his heart. Now, seeing Lu Xun again, he genuinely wanted to do something to compensate the child.

Lu Xun stopped, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes as he looked at the owner. "I'm sorry, Uncle, we have other things to do."

"Eating is essential; what could be more important than that? Look how thin you've become..."

Yang Xiao glanced at the time, his gaze at Lu Xun very serious. Lu Xun immediately understood and nodded to both of them. "You two go first; I'll handle this area."

Yang Xiao and Su Zhiwei immediately pushed the door open and ran off in two different directions. Before this, Lu Xun had already used his memory and map searches to list all the hotels, abandoned buildings, bridge underpasses, and other potential hiding spots in the town. They hoped to find something by searching separately.

Watching the two leave, Lu Xun slowly turned and walked to the owner's counter. "Some things are always more important than eating." Lu Xun paused. "Uncle, if you really want to help me... help me find someone."

"Find someone? No problem!" The owner immediately patted his chest. "In all of Wushan Town, there's no one your Uncle doesn't know!"

Lu Xun nodded slightly and took out a photo of Chu Changqing, clipped from a newspaper, placing it gently on the counter. "I need to know if this person has checked into any hotels in Wushan in the past two days..."

Generally, neither hotels nor guesthouses would reveal guest information. If Lu Xun and his team had to search room by room themselves, it would be extremely troublesome and easily tip off their targets. But now, utilizing his uncle's connections in Wushan's hotel industry might save them a lot of trouble.

The owner pulled out his reading glasses from under the counter, stared at the photo carefully for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly lit up! "I've seen him! He was in a wheelchair, being pushed by two young people... At first, I thought he was disabled."

"Where is he??"

The owner gave Lu Xun a strange look. "Xiao Xun... Who is this person? What exactly do you need him for? We can't be involved in anything illegal or disorderly, you know..."

"He's my friend. He was kidnapped and brought here."

"Kidnapped??"

The owner was startled. After frowning and deliberating for a long time, he still chose to trust Lu Xun. He took a spare key from a drawer, placed it gently on the counter, and then silently pointed upstairs with his finger.

***

At the banquet hall.

Ying Fu took a small sip of hot tea, a faint shimmer in his eyes, lost in thought. He checked the time, then slowly rose and walked over to Han Xiang. "Teacher, I'd like to use the restroom."

Han Xiang was surprised, seemingly not understanding why Ying Fu suddenly wanted to leave, but he nodded anyway. "Yes, go ahead."

Ying Fu straightened up, about to leave, when suddenly, a figure carrying a cup approached him head-on.

Splat—!

A cup full of drink was knocked over onto the floor.

"Ouch!"

The person let out an exaggerated cry, immediately drawing the attention of the surrounding guests. A figure in a Tang suit stood there, his hands, clothes, and pants soaked through with the drink, dripping water, his face a mix of shock and discomfiture.

Ying Fu froze on the spot.

"What's wrong with you, junior?!" Sun Bumian frowned, pulled down the small round sunglasses on his nose, and glared at Ying Fu with angry eyes. "You're a grown man, can't you even walk straight?!"

Sun Bumian's roar drew almost everyone's attention to their spot. Not far away, Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqin had priceless expressions as they witnessed the scene!

What's going on?

Why would His Majesty suddenly bump into that guy...?

Ying Fu now reacted, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses showing no fear of Sun Bumian's furious roar. Instead, a hint of imperial fury subtly emerged. Ying Fu knew very well that he hadn't bumped into Sun Bumian at all; the other party had deliberately approached him with the cup and then quickly let go, spilling the drink all over him. The moment his eyes met Sun Bumian's, he guessed the man's intention. The more he understood, the more Ying Fu's anger surged. He, a dignified emperor, was being slandered by an actor using such a crude trick?

"What are you staring at?!" Sun Bumian directly pushed Ying Fu, making the latter stumble back two steps, almost knocking over the small hotpot in front of Han Xiang. This somewhat rough action immediately drew murmurs from the surrounding guests. "You bumped into someone, don't you know how to say sorry? Which family's child are you, don't you even have basic manners?"

Sun Bumian coldly reprimanded him, his tone less like a young man around twenty and more like an authoritative and respected elder scolding an ill-mannered junior.

Ying Fu's momentum was directly weakened by Sun Bumian's push. He stared intently at the overbearing Sun Bumian, his sharp gaze seemingly seeing through the other's disguise, revealing a smirking Sun Bumian who was fiercely mocking him.

No matter how well Ying Fu disguised himself, he possessed an emperor's disposition. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? A chilling aura of murderous intent rose in his eyes, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped...