Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Who is Her Behind-the-Scenes Boss? Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Who is Her Behind-the-Scenes Boss? Ruan Tianling voiced his suspicions.

Gong Mei, after listening, was quite surprised.

“If what you say is true, she may very well have secrets with that mysterious woman.”

“I think so too,” Ruan Tianling responded somberly.

Cradling her chin, Gong Mei puzzled, “At first, you suspected that mysterious woman was the assassin Mi Sha… If it really is her, how did she get involved with Jian Yufei?”

Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Gong Mei’s mind.

Her expression turned grave.

Narrowing his eyes, Ruan Tianling asked, “What did you think of?”

“Nothing…” she shook her head, her demeanor calm, “Just something I can’t remember. I’ll tell you when I recall it.”

“Alright!” Ruan Tianling nodded earnestly.

Now, he wouldn’t miss any information.

He could no longer afford to overlook anything; he had to find Jian Yufei as soon as possible.

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After leaving the hospital, Gong Mei got into her car.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed Cu Haoyan’s number.

“Honey, I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know about Mi Sha? I remember hearing in London that she had a boss behind the scenes, is that right?”

“Why are you suddenly asking this? Yes, that’s true.”

Gong Mei asked him gravely, “Who is her boss behind the scenes?”

“I’m not sure; I’ll need to have someone look into it. What are you asking this for?”

“I can’t explain right now; I’ll tell you when I get back.”

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In the air, a faint and elegant floral scent wafted.

It seemed to be the fragrance of lilies…
The scent was refreshing and lifted the spirits.

Warm sunlight seemed to sneak through the window, warming the surrounding air.

Ethereal, holy, noble, and solemn music floated by the ears, cleansing the soul and making the world seem beautiful.

In the spacious and luxurious bedroom,
on the European royal bed, lay a woman with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as a waterfall.

It was none other than Jian Yufei.

Jian Yufei slowly opened her eyes to a ceiling adorned with exquisite pale golden angel frescoes.

On the bedside table, a fresh bunch of lilies stood with crystal clear water droplets rolling off the white petals…
The singing continued, the ethereal childlike voice seemed to come from heaven, unreal in its beauty.

Jian Yufei shifted her eyes, her clear, crisp eyes showing a hint of confusion.

She propped herself up, sitting dazedly, her attention drawn by the song drifting from outside.

What song was that?

It sounded lovely.

She listened intently, feeling as if she was in heaven.

Unconsciously, she stepped out of bed barefoot, stepping onto the expensive wool carpet and approaching the window–
Suddenly, she was captivated by the spectacular view outside.

The vast blue sky, dotted with a few holy white clouds.

In the distance, mountaintops covered in a layer of snow with white clouds swirling around them, resembling the Immortal Realm.

At the foot of the mountains, dense fir forests stood tall, their orderly and lush crowns vibrant and towering upwards…
The gaze traveled past the fir forest to a vast green meadow; in the middle was a crescent-shaped spring.

In Crescent Spring, several white swans frolicked and flew.

Then, she saw towering city walls.

The walls were perhaps a few hundred meters away, with vast open grassland in between, void of anything else.