Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 956: Chapter 956: No Place to Find Despite Exhaustive Search

He Wei handed Yu Feixue a bottle of water. The two of them stood on the streets of Harbor City, wiping their sweat. For someone like him, a native Northerner, the temperature and climate here were truly a challenge. This suffocating heat felt like being a steamed bun inside a steamer.

He had agreed to bring Yu Feixue to Harbor City entirely because he had been persuaded by this girl.

Don’t underestimate Yu Feixue’s young age. This girl was impressively knowledgeable, probably due to her different upbringing. After all, children from high-ranking official families—let alone those who were Bai Xiao’s siblings—tend to stand out.

What made him uncomfortable, though, was that Yu Feixue insisted he call her "sister."

Sister Yu?

What a joke. Sure, she was older than Bai Xiao, but only by a year. He was several years older than Bai Xiao!

The problem was, he generally avoided embarrassing others and rarely argued stubbornly with people. Fine, "Sister Yu" it is. noveldrama

He had definitely been tricked by Yu Feixue.

His private custom business was running on track, but he wasn’t satisfied with the pattern maker.

Design must stand out—the designer and pattern maker were one and the same—but if the design concept couldn’t meet the client’s requirements, how could this be called custom tailoring?

Yu Feixue insisted her classmate, a designer studying right here in Harbor City, could help. Though the classmate hadn’t graduated yet, they were already somewhat famous in the design circle.

Of course, He Wei was convinced and the two of them came to Harbor City together, solely to find this designer.

But upon arriving, they learned the designer had already left school.

The reasons for leaving were shrouded in mystery. No one spoke directly about it, but regardless, the person couldn’t be found.

No one knew where they had gone.

And that’s why the two were now sweating on the street.

"Let’s go back to the hotel," He Wei tugged at Yu Feixue. Things had turned out this way; at most, it was just a wasted trip.

"He Wei, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. Zhuo Lin really is a talented designer. In his first year at school, he won an award. I still remember back then, the professors said someone like him would undoubtedly have a bright future ahead."

Yu Feixue was visibly frustrated, having dragged someone all this way only to end up running in vain.

He Wei was different from other people; he was an important friend of Bai Xiao.

In her heart, she felt deeply guilty.

He Wei, of course, could tell the girl was feeling remorseful.

"Let’s go. Just treat this as a trip. Even if we couldn’t find the person, we should still wander around. It’s a little too hot now—let’s rest at the hotel first. We can go out after the sun sets and explore the city. When traveling, you always need to bring gifts back for the family.

Don’t you women love shopping?"

The two of them turned back toward the hotel.

He Wei, now doing well financially, naturally wouldn’t skimp on accommodations during trips. Not only because he didn’t want to shortchange himself, but also because many people looked down on others. To make business dealings easier and appear more convincing, he chose a five-star hotel for their stay.

The amenities and service were exceptional.

Just as they walked up to the hotel lobby entrance, they saw a bellhop in a burgundy uniform push someone out.

"I’ve already told you; Mr. Zhuo is very busy. Not everyone can see him just like that. You need an appointment, and without one, it’s impossible for you to meet him. You keep coming here every few days—we really don’t want to treat you like this, but why persist?"

"Impossible! Mr. Zhuo promised to meet me. He’s my uncle. He agreed to see me!"

The person staggered backward, nearly bumping into Yu Feixue and He Wei behind them. He Wei quickly pulled Yu Feixue behind him to protect her.

"Be careful, sir!"

"Sorry!" The individual offered a perfunctory apology, eyes lowered, and prepared to leave.

"Zhuo Lin!"

Yu Feixue pushed past He Wei, stepping forward.

He Wei was speechless.

Could this be what people mean by "no effort is needed, the answer drops right in your lap"?

The person’s clothes looked like wilted dried mustard greens: wrinkled badly, not to mention the smell—once close, it hit like a wave. It was clear they hadn’t bathed in days. Their hair was disheveled, their beard scraggly, and their overall unkempt appearance was enough to make He Wei instinctively furrow his brow.

This was the "genius designer" Yu Feixue had spoken about?

Could it be that geniuses lived like this?

No baths, no change of clothes, no shaving, no tidying up—it was quite the sight.

The man finally froze in place and lifted his head.

Yu Feixue grabbed him by the arm. "Zhuo Lin, is it really you? Wow, talk about a coincidence! We went to your school today, but couldn’t find you. And now, out of sheer luck, we’ve run into you back at the hotel." Her voice carried a hint of excitement—at least she wasn’t coming across as boastful in front of He Wei.

Zhuo Lin looked visibly embarrassed.

Being seen like this by an old classmate was utterly humiliating.

"Let’s go up to a room to talk," He Wei suggested, not wanting to converse right at the entrance.

Zhuo Lin glanced at the hotel entrance and shook his head. "Forget it. They won’t let me inside. Let’s discuss things another day." The place felt unattainable to him.

He Wei looked at the bellhop, who was standing inside the glass door, glaring at Zhuo Lin with evident disdain, as if guarding against his return.

"Come on, I don’t believe they’d dare kick a guest out like this!"

His statement wasn’t actually to defend Zhuo Lin.

This was their first meeting, and Zhuo Lin hadn’t made a great impression.

He was motivated more by annoyance at the bellhop’s prejudiced attitude—He Wei himself had risen from humble beginnings and had experienced similar disdain, making him particularly resentful toward such snobby characters.

As the saying goes, "The wheel of fortune turns; thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Don’t underestimate the less fortunate youth."

For all anyone knew, Zhuo Lin might become a prominent figure someday. Yet, here and now, seeing him treated so poorly, He Wei felt compelled to intervene as Yu Feixue’s friend.

Yu Feixue grabbed Zhuo Lin. "Let’s go. He’s my friend, and we came all this way for you. We’re staying here. Come on—let’s see who dares to stop you." Her innate sense of justice flared up. Had she lived in ancient times, she might have been a vigilante heroine.

Born in this era, her natural chivalry seemed wasted.

He Wei reached the hotel entrance, and the bellhop promptly opened the door. This gentleman had checked in yesterday, staying in an ocean-view room costing a hundred Dao Coins per night, with generous tips to match. He was undoubtedly one of their distinguished guests, greeted with a fawning smile.

"Welcome back, sir!"

He Wei ignored him and walked straight inside.

Yu Feixue and Zhuo Lin followed after.

The bellhop abruptly stopped Zhuo Lin.

"Mr. Zhuo, please don’t make things difficult for us. We’re just employees earning a wage—it’s not easy for us. Why trouble the likes of us small people?" His tone was exceptionally abrasive, and his attitude overbearing.

Zhuo Lin’s face turned crimson, as if ready to explode.

The shame was palpable.