My Villain Is Super Sweet (GL) - CHAPTER 46

Gu Qingci had arranged for them to return to Rong City at a certain time and had also scheduled to meet again that evening. Around 8 PM, Lin Lang even sent her a message to confirm the evening meetup.

But after that—nothing.

Lin Lang was someone responsible and organized. She wouldn’t just disappear without a word like this.

The person on the other end of the call remained calm throughout and didn’t say any of those annoying things like, “Are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?” or “Maybe she just wants some time alone.”

Instead, he listened seriously the whole time—occasionally asking questions, noting down the information Gu Qingci provided, and repeating it back to her to confirm every detail.

His attitude alone brought Gu Qingci a sense of relief.

Finally, he said, “Alright, Miss Gu. Thank you very much for the information. We’ll begin investigating and verifying this matter as soon as possible.”

Then he added kindly, “If it turns out to be valid, you’ll receive a corresponding reward.”

Money wasn’t the point—Gu Qingci couldn’t care less about that. She didn’t need those hundreds of thousands. All she wanted was to confirm Lin Lang’s safety as quickly as possible and get her out of there.

She had no guilt or anxiety about possibly making a false report. Calm and composed, she said, “Alright. I hope it’s soon. I’m very worried about her—my colleague, Lin Lang—about her safety, and the possibility she could be harmed during this period.”

After all, she’d already gone missing.

“And I’m also worried about my own personal safety.”

One person had already disappeared—it was perfectly reasonable for the other to be anxious and scared, right?

The operator expressed understanding: “Of course. Protecting citizens’ personal safety is our duty.”

They ended the call politely.

Gu Minglan blinked, staring silently at her daughter, who looked ready to kill.
Savage. You’re savage.

Incredible.

Even she, as inexperienced as she might be, still knew what kind of organization was involved when things like confidentiality agreements and formal reports were brought up.

For once, she hesitated—was this like poking the hornet’s nest? Actively challenging an institution that should never be provoked?

She tried to be tactful: “Qingci… this doesn’t have anything to do with ‘that’, right?”

Wasn’t this a bit reckless?

What if nothing ends up happening—would they hold her responsible?

But Gu Qingci, who’d just done something thrilling and felt secure thanks to her faith in that organization, was now full of confidence.

Wiping her face, she dropped the soft, obedient tone she usually used around her mom and replied firmly, “Whether it’s related or not—that’s up to them to find out, right? All we did was notice Lin Lang seemed to be targeted. She’d just gotten back to Rong City and then mysteriously vanished.”

She shrugged with an innocent look, clearly signaling. I didn’t do anything wrong.

Fine then! Gu Minglan nodded. This was basically a case of “boldly throwing hands with confidence.”

She looked at her daughter with a gaze full of “my kid has surpassed me” pride—and yeah, she was kind of pleased.

Her daughter’s move—skirting the edge and playing hardball—was pretty D*mn brilliant.

After all, they didn’t know exactly what had happened. Lin Lang had disappeared, and based on caution alone, they’d checked and found that she was taken away while unconscious.

As for family disputes, or entanglements with the He family? None of that mattered.

What mattered was: Lin Lang had signed a confidentiality agreement. Who knew if what the other party was after… was the confidential experimental results?

She’d been kidnapped—how was that ‘not’ an abnormal situation?
Yes, it does count!

Noticing something suspicious and making a perfectly normal report call, asking the proper authorities to investigate—what’s wrong with that?

Absolutely nothing!

The logic checks out!

Faced with her mother’s proud and affectionate admiration, Gu Qingci just gave a faint smile.

But that smile made Gu Minglan’s heart skip a beat.

Help! Her daughter… kind of looks broken now…

She was smiling like a maniac!

And then, she heard her usually gentle, soft-spoken daughter speak, eyes gleaming, voice light and sweet—but laced with venomous danger:
“Mom, let’s figure out a way to take down the He family.”

The He family was seriously too annoying.

Constantly jumping out just to remind people they still existed.

Rather than always being on the defensive, wouldn’t it be better to just go on the offensive and end it once and for all?

Gu Minglan could only sigh helplessly.

That kind of thing isn’t as easy as just thinking about it, okay?

What she’d done earlier—just a small bit of revenge to make them hurt a little, vent a bit of her daughter’s frustration from being played—wasn’t meant to take down the He family in one strike.

After all, it wasn’t just the He family. They were part of a massive web of vested interests—pulling one thread could unravel the whole thing.

Going head-to-head with the He family wasn’t scary. But being too reckless would be like taking on the entire power bloc they were a part of. That would only make things ten times harder for themselves.

Those people wouldn’t just sit and watch their interests be threatened. They’d definitely retaliate. And once that blowback hit them—it wouldn’t be worth it at all.

After listening to her mother’s analysis, Gu Qingci nodded:
“Oh, I get it. We split them up from the inside first—separate them one by one. Once the He family’s all alone, then they’re easier to deal with.”

Before the ship capsizes, trying to sink everyone on board for the sake of one person is too risky.
But if you can get the rest of the people to abandon ship first—then sinking the boat gets a lot easier.

And Gu Qingci didn’t look the least bit disappointed.
After all, the He family had spent over thirty years, through two generations, building up what they had. They worked hard, caught the right opportunities, and accumulated their power bit by bit.

Their foundation ran deep.

Gu Qingci never expected to take them down in one single blow.

She was still young—and the first-generation head of the He family, Old Master He, along with the second-generation leader He Weimin, were both getting old.

As for He Jikai?
It’s not that she looked down on him… okay, maybe a little—but it depended on who you were comparing him to. Sure, he was better than those useless rich kids who only cared about partying, but if you stacked him up against the actual heirs trained to take over major enterprises? He fell way short.

He was skilled at scheming and making people miserable, sure—but he hadn’t even touched the core of the He Group.

If she could catch him slipping up this time and have him thrown in jail, that would be even better.

She suppressed the urge—the deep, burning urge—to completely destroy this man.

Slow and steady. If three to five years wasn’t enough, what about eight or ten?

She refused to believe she couldn’t do it.

Now that the call had been made, and she trusted action would follow soon, most of Gu Qingci’s anxiety eased.

The remaining bit was worry—concern that Lin Lang might have already been harmed during this time.

Just thinking about that ridiculous rule where only immediate family could file a report… and that so-called “legal guardian” who could toss someone into a psychiatric facility at will—it made her furious.

She was this close to just marrying Lin Lang on the spot!

Otherwise, she had zero legal rights.

If she and Lin Lang were in a legally recognized relationship, she could’ve marched right into that D*mn Mingxin Psychiatric Facility and dragged her out personally!

Wait a minute—was Lin Lang really in there? Could she have been moved?

She forced herself to calm down and contacted the same person Gu Minglan had previously paid big money to in order to dig up reliable info.

“Yes, Mingxin Psychiatric Facility. If you can get someone inside, or find a contact on the inside, confirm whether she’s there and if she’s safe.”

“Money is not an issue. But it needs to be fast.”

“The sooner, the better!”

When Gu Qingci finally realized that, regarding Lin Lang’s situation, she had already done everything she possibly could, frustration overwhelmed her—she yanked at her own hair in irritation.

As long as Lin Lang didn’t appear safe and sound in front of her, she would worry. Constantly. There was no calming down.

That anger, born from helplessness and suffocation, had to go somewhere.

So, she started methodically dissecting and analyzing everyone and everything tied to the He family’s interests—peeling back each layer, trying to see into the core. As she wrote, she calculated in her head: if she were to go after the He family, how could she win over these people?

Waiting was pure torment.

Whether waiting for news, for a person, or for a definitive answer…

Every minute and second seemed to stretch endlessly—time crawling forward only when dragged and pushed, inch by painful inch.

For the first time in her life, Gu Qingci understood what it meant for a day to feel like a year.

These past two or three days had felt like decades of torture.

Maybe when people are anxious, they need something to believe in. Once she’d done everything she could—left no stone unturned—there was nothing left but to pray. To pray that the person in her heart was safe and sound.

To distract herself, to avoid becoming a cornered beast pacing its cage, she even voluntarily took up the role of “big sister-in-law,” temporarily helping Lin Lang care for her younger sister.

She kept in touch with Lin Yao, calmed her nerves, and even shared some tips on how to study effectively for the college entrance exam. She talked about what to focus on in the first year at Huada University, what to aim for in the second, and what to plan for in the third…

And so on.

Every now and then, Lin Yao’s intelligence would genuinely impress her, and she’d think: No wonder she became my right-hand woman in that dream life!

So clever, so sharp!

But the moment that thought surfaced, a chill ran down her spine.

This proud young lady—usually a firm atheist—instinctively put her hands together in a frantic display of superstition. No matter the origin or belief system, she started muttering prayers from every tradition she could think of.

“No offense, I’m just a clueless little thing who doesn’t know better!”

Please, please, don’t let that nightmare become reality!

“Knock on wood! I take it all back!”

“Lin Lang is definitely going to be safe and sound!”

She didn’t need Lin Yao to avenge her. She didn’t need them teaming up to rain hellfire down on the world.

Woo woo woo, screw having a capable assistant—she just wanted Lin Lang back!

Meanwhile, Gu Minglan quietly watched her daughter growing more superstitious and unstable by the day.

And she didn’t even know how to step in.

Because really… wasn’t it better to have something to believe in, than to spiral into a pit of silent despair and obsession with darkness and revenge against the He family?

Still, she couldn’t shake the odd feeling that had been building in her chest.

Since when… did Qingci care about Lin Lang this much?

Yes, Lin Lang had saved her once, which could technically be called a life debt. And they got along well after that, sharing similar ideals—friends, or even trusted colleagues, sure.

But this?

This level of devastation, like the whole sky had collapsed?

Of course, she wasn’t saying Qingci should be cold-hearted or ungrateful. But wasn’t this a bit… too much?

Her daughter was so out of sorts—restless, anxious, devastated but trying so hard to hold it together, pretending to be fine while managing everything else—

To be honest?

Even if it were me in trouble, she’d probably react about the same.