Chapter 90
Shaoling Mu stepped out of the bathroom.
Water droplets fell from the ends of his hair.
The hotel bathrobe hung loosely, tied around his waist.
A towel was casually draped over his neck.
Warm steam lingered around him.
His usual stern aura had softened slightly.
A lazy sensuality quietly emerged.
Nianmu's breath hitched.
Only four words remained in her mind.
Devilishly alluring.
Shaoling dried his hair with the towel.
He walked to the sofa and sat down.
He rested his arm lightly on the coffee table.
He signaled for her to apply the medicine.
Nianmu unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle.
She noticed the concentration label.
Her movements paused slightly.
"Medical alcohol might be a bit harsh."
"It's fine." Shaoling's voice was softened by the steam.
Low and husky.
Taotao sat cross-legged on the carpet.
He looked up and added.
"Daddy isn't afraid of pain."
Nianmu took a cotton swab and dipped it in alcohol.
She carefully cleaned around the wound.
Shaoling had deliberately avoided the injury while showering.
After the dried blood was wiped away.
The depth of the cut became visible.
She sighed softly.
"Any deeper and it would have needed stitches."
The alcohol touched his skin.
His brow didn't flinch.
He silently watched her movements.
Nianmu applied the medicine with a gentle touch.
Afraid of causing him pain.
After disinfecting.
She took a powder from her bag.
She sprinkled it evenly over the wound.
"What is this?" Shaoling asked.
"Homemade powder. It promotes healing. It's harmless." Nianmu explained.
She always carried these medical supplies with her.
Just in case.
"What else do you keep in your bag?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Shaoling's eyes.
Last time at the banquet, she had carried an antidote.
Now it was medicinal powder.
Nianmu carefully bandaged the wound with gauze.
Hearing his question.
Her long eyelashes lowered.
"Just daily necessities."
Taotao curiously played with her bag placed nearby.
He suddenly pulled off a small object.
"Sister, what is this?"
Nianmu turned to look.
Her pupils constricted sharply.
Taotao was holding a miniature tracker.
"Where did you find it?" Her voice tightened slightly.
"It was stuck on the outside of the bag." Taotao held up the tracker.
His face full of confusion.
Shaoling recognized the device immediately.
"Did those two men appear out of nowhere?"
Nianmu shook her head.
Her thoughts raced.
It felt strange.
The tracker must have been planted by those two male students during the chaos.
Otherwise, how could they have followed them so precisely to the hotel.
"I saw them at the school lecture today. They are students." She avoided the main point.
"Quite popular." Shaoling had already guessed most of it.
"The tracker is theirs."
"Yes." Nianmu finished bandaging.
She tied a neat knot.
She took the tracker from Taotao.
The device was small.
Its capabilities were unknown.
She had initially thought it was unrelated to Abel.
But now she had to be cautious.
She needed to analyze the tracker's origin quickly.
She stood up and picked up her backpack and paper bag.
"Mr. Mu, the wound is bandaged. Avoid getting it wet for the next two days. Remember to change the dressing. I'll leave the powder with you. I should go now."
Shaoling nodded.
He noticed her expression change when she saw the tracker.
An ordinary person might not recognize such a device.
But she identified it immediately.
Coupled with her earlier combat skills.
All clues pointed to one fact—
She was not simple.
Shuo Feng and Qing Yu's investigation.
Perhaps it needed to be restarted.
The reports never mentioned her knowledge of martial arts.
Nor her proficiency with tech products.
Taotao saw her preparing to leave.
He hurriedly scrambled up.
"Sister..."
Nianmu had already reached the door.
Hearing his voice, she turned back.
She offered an apologetic smile.
"Taotao, I have something to do tonight. Be good and rest, okay?"
"Okay..." The child's smile instantly faded.
He watched her longingly as she closed the door and left.
He turned and threw himself onto the sofa.
"Daddy, does sister hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you." Shaoling picked up the medicine bottle and examined it.
The guilt in her eyes earlier was clear.
"Then why doesn't she take me?" Taotao asked闷闷不乐地.
"She has important matters." Shaoling rubbed the glass bottle.
Nianmu's expression when she saw the tracker.
She clearly wanted to dismantle and study it.
He played with the colorless medicine bottle.
His gaze deepened.
Though he didn't know how many secrets she still hid.
What she had already revealed.
Was enough to prove her complexity.
Taotao sighed in frustration.
"Another night sleeping alone."
Shaoling paused slightly at his words.
He suddenly wondered.
Why was his son so attached to her?
Could it be that around her...
He could sleep exceptionally soundly?
...
Nianmu brought the tracker back.
She borrowed a set of precision tools from the front desk.
A moment later, a waiter delivered the toolbox.
"Ma'am, do you need a repair technician? We can arrange one."
"No need. I can handle it myself. Thank you." She politely declined and closed the door.
She placed the tracker on the desk.
A small red light blinked weakly.
Indicating it was still active.
Unable to find a switch.
She directly dismantled the outer shell.
The internal structure determined the tracking range.
The quality of the components reflected the cost.
This information was enough to determine—
Whether it came from Abel's hands.
Nianmu carefully inspected the components.
Her tense nerves gradually relaxed.
It was just a cheap product from a small workshop.
It would fail beyond a certain range.