WMSR — QT Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Xu Jiangzhe pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking that between corporate affairs and matters concerning Qiao Qianqian, he simply couldn't squeeze out any free time to care for Ziqian, ultimately forcing him to make a compromise.

However, the matter of finding a new replacement caregiver still needed to be expedited. He would go out the very next day to scout for a suitable candidate, and once a selection was locked down, this Wang Dazhi would be shown the door immediately.

Following that, Xu Jiangzhe ceased paying attention to Wang Dazhi, focusing instead on escorting Bai Yichen back to his bedroom. What had previously gone unnoticed now felt completely intolerable; having registered Wang Dazhi's "overly attentive gestures," the prospect of keeping Ziqian sharing a single space with him filled Xu Jiangzhe with a deep-seated, restless discomfort.

After settling Bai Yichen in his room, Xu Jiangzhe returned to the living hall. At that moment, Wang Dazhi stepped forward to deliver his routine daily nursing report. In the past, given Wang Dazhi's stellar work ethic, Xu Jiangzhe would invariably respond with a pleasant expression and a few words of encouragement; today, however, Xu Jiangzhe listened with a flat, muted demeanor, wearing an expression saturated with an unmistakable chill of indifference and emotional detachment.

Naturally, Wang Dazhi picked up on that glaringly frosty expression, growing progressively more tense and anxious mid-report.

After savoring Wang Dazhi's flustered state sufficiently, Xu Jiangzhe finally granted a magnanimous wave indicating he could leave. Yet just as Wang Dazhi pivoted away, a sudden thought flashed across Xu Jiangzhe's mind, prompting him to command: "Wait."

Wang Dazhi paused, turning back around to stand submissively before Xu Jiangzhe with lowered eyes, appearing to await further instructions.

Xu Jiangzhe swept his gaze up and down over Wang Dazhi, the nagging urge in his chest crystallizing into absolute certainty. He ordered: "Take off your glasses and brush your hair back. Let me see your face."

It was precisely at that juncture that Xu Jiangzhe suddenly realized he had never once laid eyes on Wang Dazhi's actual facial features with any clarity; that sprawling fringe and those heavy, thick-rimmed glasses effectively masked the vast majority of his face, leaving his historical impression locked into a two-dimensional stereotype of dull, rustic obedience. Yet right now, an intense surge of curiosity flared inside Xu Jiangzhe regarding the visage hidden beneath that curtain of hair.

Confronted by Xu Jiangzhe's piercing, aggressive scrutiny, Wang Dazhi hesitated for a prolonged beat before clumsily removing his glasses and sweeping back his bangs.

Revealed behind was a striking, refined countenance that completely shattered his previous bumpkin persona—yet paired with that handsome structure was a massive, glaring red birthmark smeared across his forehead. That blemish instantly decimated the aesthetic harmony of his features; no matter how delicately chiseled his facial contours or how fair his skin, that birthmark looked glaringly offensive, almost capable of triggering a sense of visceral revulsion in anyone who gazed upon it.

Taking in Wang Dazhi's utterly unexpected appearance, Xu Jiangzhe's face turned a violent shade of green, and his urge to expel the man from the premises surged to an unprecedented peak.

Simultaneously, details from Wang Dazhi's background dossier surfaced in Xu Jiangzhe's memory: that facial birthmark was congenital, subjecting him to a lifetime of discrimination that gradually warped his personality into introverted docility. Aesthetically, he had perpetually sought to conceal the mark, explaining the sprawling fringe and heavy glasses, while shunning cameras entirely—meaning any archival photographs on file showed nothing more than thick frames and bangs shrouding half his face, rendering them practically useless for facial identification.

The sole photograph capturing Wang Dazhi's entire face was his national ID card photo. Given the abysmal resolution of ID cards from ten years prior, it offered nothing more than a blurry view of two eyes and a nose; combined with that hyper-visible forehead birthmark and a decade of natural facial maturation, Xu Jiangzhe had naturally suffered a shock upon seeing Wang Dazhi's real face, yet because the birthmark matched the ID card record down to the millimeter, zero actual suspicion took root in his mind.

Yet, had he known in advance that Wang Dazhi looked like this, he would have never recruited him in the first place.

Harboring a deep, inarticulable wave of regret, Xu Jiangzhe waved a hand to dismiss Wang Dazhi and dragged himself upstairs in low spirits.

Granted permission to leave, Wang Dazhi dutifully retraced his usual transit route toward the hospital—only to disappear without a trace mid-journey.

One hour later, Fang Ruoming—having changed into an entirely different set of clothes—rode inside a sleek black sedan, returning with brazen confidence to the very same luxury villa enclave he had departed from moments prior.

The vehicle paused briefly at the security gate before rolling straight through without obstruction. However, instead of stopping outside Xu Jiangzhe's safehouse, the sedan pulled up directly in front of a property situated several lots away.

The car halted. Fang Ruoming stepped out alongside his driver and assistant, striding straight into the villa without ever turning his head toward Xu Jiangzhe's property; such a rapid transition offered zero opportunity for anyone to detect an anomaly.

Stepping inside, the interior played host to a cluster of construction workers who lounged about lazily, with only a pair engaged in token physical labor to generate a faint backdrop of hammering sounds while the rest idled away in various corners.

The moment Fang Ruoming crossed the threshold, the relaxed atmosphere instantly evaporated into pin-drop silence. One by one, the figures rose to their feet. Stripped of their dusty overalls, it became glaringly apparent that these men possessed towering, muscular physiques and carried an authoritative military bearing entirely alien to ordinary blue-collar laborers.

These "construction workers" rapidly coalesced into an impeccably ordered formation, executing the maneuver with absolute silence and terrifying efficiency, locking a blazing, expectant gaze onto Fang Ruoming.

Sweeping his eyes across those burning, expectant stares, Fang Ruoming drew a deep breath and delivered the command they had spent months waiting to hear in a low, resonant register: "All units prepare. We execute the operation tomorrow."

Author's Note: I'm not, I didn't, I'm not that kind of woman—frantically shaking my head o(>_<)o

And there will be updates tomorrow; updates should remain relatively stable over the coming period.

Chapter 39: The Caged White Moonlight (16)

The following day, when Xu Jiangzhe reached the standard hour to depart for his company, he headed out as per his usual routine.

As for Wang Dazhi, although he was extremely reluctant, he still refrained from making that phone call to tell him he didn't need to come in today. Even though he desperately wanted to do so, finding a sufficiently reliable caregiver was simply too difficult.