Despite this thought, Lu Muchi still typed a message: "Let's see what he's doing."
The private investigator replied, " Young Master Lu, it's not convenient to go in. You need to register; it would be too easy to be spotted."
Anyway, there are only orphans in the orphanage. Since Yan Heqing isn't going out on a date, Lu Muchi doesn't care. "Keep an eye on things, and let me know immediately if there are any new developments."
Private investigator. "Understood!"
Just then, a middle-aged woman entered the welfare home. The private investigator glanced at her, then found a spot to squat down and started playing on his phone.
*
At the welfare home, Yan Heqing is teaching the children pinyin.
Most children are slow to react and have poor comprehension, but Yan Heqing is extremely patient and tirelessly teaches them again and again.
Xu Qiaoyin felt inferior to him.
When she first arrived at the welfare home, she found it very difficult to adapt to being around children with special needs. She considered giving up several times, and it took her a very long time to adjust and persevere.
Yan Heqing, however, was different.
He was nothing like a child who had just come of age; he possessed absolute patience and extremely stable emotions.
Judging from Yan Heqing's competence and the obvious calluses on his fingers, one could guess that he came from a poor family.
During lunch break, Xu Qiaoyin called Yan Heqing to her office and took out a durian from her bag, saying, "You'd better finish it quickly, or it will spoil."
"I can't eat." Yan Heqing sat down opposite Xu Qiaoyin without removing her mask. "You eat it yourself."
Xu Qiaoyin curiously, "Why?"
"I have a bit of a cold," Yan Heqing said.
"No wonder you've been wearing a mask the whole time." Xu Qiaoyin nodded and put the durian back. "If you're sick, you should stay home and rest. Why did you come?"
"This minor illness is nothing," Yan Heqing coughed softly a few times. "After the New Year, I won't be able to come more often even if I wanted to."
Xu Qiaoyin had heard Auntie Zhang mention that Yan Heqing was a university student and would be starting school soon after the New Year, so of course his studies would be his priority. She smiled and said, "Your parents are so lucky to have such a sensible child like you."
Yan Heqing lowered his eyelashes, and after a few seconds, he said, "When you get home later, you should wear a mask too. In this weather, masks protect against saliva and keep you warm."
Xu Qiaoyin immediately said, "If you're sick, you should go home and rest early. You don't need to take me home."
Yan Heqing tilted his head slightly and blinked. "Don't underestimate me. I'm resting even with this little illness. I..." He didn't finish his sentence, instead pulling a individually packaged mask from his pocket. "I've prepared one for you. Don't forget to wear it."
He got up and went back to his work.
Xu Qiaoyin watched Yan Heqing's retreating figure, her nose tingling with emotion. She looked down, took out her phone, and saw a blurry snapshot of Lu Muchi's back taken from a distance last month when she waited downstairs at Lu Muchi's company.
Xu Qiaoyin gently touched the cold screen, a loving smile appearing in her eyes.
When Xu Qiaoyin returned home in the afternoon, she put on a mask. It was drizzling, and Xu Qiaoyin Yan Heqing an umbrella for her. They chatted all the way as they entered the subway station.
Lu Muchi's eyes widened when he received the photo.
Where did this woman come from?
She was still an old woman.
The woman's face is not visible in the photo, only her profile is shown, and she is wearing a mask, but judging from her clothing and appearance, she is older.
Lu Muchi was completely baffled. The private investigator then sent several more photos and a message: "He escorted the woman inside and stayed for almost half an hour before leaving."
Lu Muchi frowned as he looked at the words "Object Island Apartments".
Yan Heqing an orphan who has no social interactions other than his adoptive parents and Lin Fengzhi. Who could this woman be?
Upon receiving news of Yan Heqing's return home, Lu Muchi for a moment, then said, "Continue to keep an eye on him."
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Back home, Yan Heqing went downstairs again to bring some food to the stray cats.
When he went upstairs again, the deliveryman had been waiting for a while. There was a rectangular box on the ground. The light was dim, and he couldn't see the words written on the cardboard. He could only roughly tell that it was a household appliance.
Seeing him holding the keys, the deliveryman asked, "Are you Mr. Yan Heqing?"
Yan Heqing nodded.
The deliveryman hurriedly handed over the pen and delivery slip, saying, "Please sign for this."
Yan Heqing took the pen, signed his name, and said, "Thank you."
"It's not heavy, you can carry it inside yourself. I'm in a hurry to deliver more goods." The deliveryman said, already running downstairs.
Yan Heqing opened the door and carried the suitcase inside.
He went inside and turned on the light. The temperature was only slightly higher than outside. Yan Heqing coughed softly a few times before he could make out the words on the cardboard.
XX brand heaters operate silently, do not dry out the skin, provide comfort and save electricity, costing only two yuan per day, and offer heating for a large area, including underfloor heating with no dead spots.
Yan Heqing found it strange that a heater was a New Year's gift. Were the coffee shop's perks really that good?
He remembered Zhang Qing complaining that the employee gifts given out during holidays were always coffee beans, and the cheapest kind at that.
Yan Heqing checked with the store manager again to make sure that the wrong package had been delivered before he opened the cardboard box.
The white fuselage, though slightly long, is very thin and takes up almost no space when placed against the wall, making it perfect for his small space.
After plugging it in, without even needing to read the manual, Yan Heqing squatted down and pressed a few buttons to set the temperature to 26. Almost instantly, hot air blew out of the heat sink, and it was really warm.
Yan Heqing's hands were ice-cold. He stretched them over the heat sink, and his stiff fingers gradually regained feeling.
The room was really small. In less than ten minutes, the whole room became warm and cozy. I don't know if it was because it hadn't been on for long or because it was a new machine, but it was indeed as advertised: the air wasn't as dry as when the air conditioner was on, and it was very comfortable.
Yan Heqing was still wearing a sweater, and her body began to feel hot.
After taking off her sweater, Yan Heqing went to the bathroom to take a shower. This time, she was only wearing a thin white T-shirt and loose sweatpants, and she didn't feel cold at all when she came out.
Yan Heqing boiled a kettle of water in the kitchen, poured himself a cup, placed it on the coffee table, sat down, opened a book, and began his studies for the day.
Meanwhile, Lu Lin hadn't left work yet. After he finished processing the documents, his assistant gently knocked on the door, " President Lu, dinner is here."