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    Du An was taken aback.

    He hadn't expected the Master to be able to predict his father's situation. Recalling the warning about an unsuitable marriage, he was startled. The happiness on his plump face vanished, replaced by fear.

    No way.

    It couldn't be what he was thinking, could it?

    "Yes, there's been a stalker following my dad. He told me that this person is quite obsessive, following him back to our residence and collecting his used cups and underwear. There was even a time when he was staying in a hotel for work, and the stalker sneaked in. But they were too quick, so we still haven't seen their face clearly."

    Finished speaking, Du An grew anxious. "In our family tradition, if a relative passes away, we can't hold any joyous events for three years. Master, does that mean my father will die?"

    Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers. "I did sense that you might have to wear mourning clothes this year, and your father is indeed in danger. The best solution would be for you to separate from your girlfriend."

    Realizing something was amiss, Du An was stunned. "Why?"

    Chu Yuening sighed. "Actually, the stalker is your girlfriend."

    "She remembers your father's preferences and clothing size because she isn't in love with you, but—your father."

    Du An instinctively refuted, "That's impossible."

    Chu Yuening calculated further and continued, "Was your girlfriend's father not around since she was young?"

    Du An remained silent.

    Chu Yuening didn't mind and proceeded with her calculation.

    "She lacked paternal love since she was young, which is why she tends to be attracted to much older men. Her affection for your father started when you two were playing and climbed a tree together. You came down, leaving her stranded up there, too scared to descend."

    "At that moment of desperation, your father happened to return and rescued her from the tree."

    "After that incident, she fell in love with this uncle. Following that, she must have visited your home more frequently, right?"

    Du An was taken aback. He hadn't expected Master Chu to discern such specific details.

    Back then, only he, his girlfriend, and their father knew about it.

    With no other choice, he nodded, "After that incident, my girlfriend did indeed visit often to play with him."

    Speaking of this, Du An couldn't accept it either.

    "If she doesn't like me, she could have chosen to be with my dad. He's single and often compliments her. Why would she choose to be with me?"

    "She likes your father, but he doesn't like her. His affection lies elsewhere. In junior high school, your girlfriend even wrote him a love letter, which he rejected, deeming it an immature fantasy of a young girl, even absurd."

    "Later, when you brought your girlfriend home, your father assumed she had come to her senses and didn't mention their past."

    Du An was still puzzled. "According to your logic, how did Xiaoyi obtain information about my father's whereabouts?"

    "Easy," Chu Yuening picked up her cup and sipped her tea. "She works at your father's company. You didn't know that, did you?"

    Du An shook his head.

    Chu Yuening continued, "Your father is also unaware. She has been lurking in the company, even bribing your father's secretary with a large sum of money. This way, she keeps track of all your father's activities throughout the day."

    "Two years ago, that was when you were together with your girlfriend, right? Her thinking was straightforward. Since she couldn't win your father's heart, she aimed for his son's."

    "Living under the same roof allowed her to fulfill her desire of being close to your father."

    Du An was lost in thought.

    Who could understand the intricacy of his feelings?

    His girlfriend, whom he believed to be his true love and was ready to marry, turned out to have a crush on his father? Was she actually trying to become like his mother?

    Noticing Du An's reluctance, Chu Yuening asked, "Do you really love your girlfriend? Enough to accept her alongside your father?"

    Du An forced a bitter smile. "Master, don't say that. I did just consider that possibility. Forgive her for everything, since my father doesn't like her anyway. It might be better if they're together."

    Chu Yuening shook her head. "I mentioned before that if you choose to stay with her, your father will be in danger."

    "Truth can never be hidden forever," Chu Yuening said. "Even without my divination, your father would eventually discover her stalking. When he does, an argument would break out, and he might end up falling down the stairs, becoming a coma patient."

    Upon learning the outcome, Du An no longer hesitated. Even if it meant living a solitary life without ever having another girlfriend, he would ensure his father's safety.

    "Master, what should I do next?"

    The Peninsula Hotel.

    A woman, concealed by a mask and a baseball cap, entered the hotel. The receptionist greeted her with a polite smile.

    "Miss, may I assist you with anything?"

    The woman glanced around before replying, "The boss just booked Suite 311 over the phone. I need to check the cleanliness before he arrives."

    The receptionist confirmed the booking records and handed her the keycard for Suite 311 without any suspicion.

    It wasn't unusual for high-profile clients to have their secretaries handle all personal arrangements, including booking rooms, ordering meals, and even arranging companions.

    Capitalizing on this understanding, the woman had executed similar tasks multiple times before.

    With the keycard in hand, she didn't utter a word and promptly headed upstairs.

    After smoothly checking into the room, the woman skillfully opened the wardrobe and stepped inside.

    An hour later.

    Du An accompanied Mr. Du into the hotel.

    In comparison to his son's appearance, Mr. Du clearly had the upper hand. Despite being nearly fifty years old, he still maintained a strict fitness regimen, boasting a chiseled eight-pack beneath his white shirt.

    Originally, Mr. Du was at the company, entertaining a group of overseas clients. To facilitate discussions, he had directly booked a room at the hotel.

    Little did he expect his son to show up, insisting that the stalker was Xiao Yi.

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