Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

“How did your brother know you went to Paris?” Gu Ci frowned. She had told Jiang Junlin that Qin Wan had gone to Paris, and Ji Chi was in the car at the time. Jiang Junlin had kept his conversation with her brief, and Gu Ci hadn’t revealed any information.

Qin Wan chuckled. “It’s our understanding. Now there’s a tricky problem. I can’t contact him. The layout of the residential building is not that complex, but if I go in recklessly, it will surely attract Ji Chi’s attention. The master doesn’t know I’m nearby. I can’t send him a message. If he calls you, remind him, and I’ll seize the opportunity to let him know I’m nearby. Another option is to kill Ji Chi. I asked the owner of the small clinic, and Ji Chi is still badly injured.” “Don’t act recklessly.” Gu Ci could feel Qin Wan’s malice towards Ji Chi, and she really wanted to kill him. From Qin Wan’s perspective, it wasn’t hard to understand. “Ji Chi is seriously injured. If your brother took him to the hospital, it means he doesn’t want Ji Chi to die. By the way, can you play the violin?”

“Yes, but not proficiently.” Qin Wan raised an eyebrow. “In front of someone who doesn’t understand music theory, I can pretend a bit, but it’s all show, no substance.”

“My brother is highly knowledgeable about music theory. Music can also convey messages. I’ll send you a piece of music, and if he can hear it, he’ll know you’re nearby.”

“Don’t make it too complicated. My skills are limited.”

“Got it!”

After modifying a segment of musical notes and incorporating it into a composition, Gu Ci suddenly thought of a better method. She played it once, recorded it, and sent it to Qin Wan. “The only drawback of the recorded piece is that it’s not loud enough. If we set up a loudspeaker on a snowy day, it will be conspicuous and draw attention. You can learn the composition from the recording I sent.”

“Alright!”

“I’ll give you a list. In case of an emergency, you can contact these people. If you think you can handle it without alarming anyone, don’t contact anyone. This list was left to me by my brother, but now, within the underworld, it’s hard to tell who is a friend or foe. We have to prioritize my brother’s safety, so don’t contact them unless it’s an emergency. If you do contact them and information leaks, at least 1 can trace the mole.”

The most pressing issue now was not knowing who was leaking information about the underworld, and they needed to protect Jiang Junlin.

“I understand!” Qin Wan said. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.”

After hanging up the phone, Gu Ci opened the dark web’s internal network for the underworld. In fact, she had already identified six individuals, but she didn’t know who they were specifically. The only thing she knew was that they were someone else’s puppets, hidden even deeper than her brother, manipulating everything behind the scenes, and even selling intelligence to Black Hawk. Fortunately, she hadn’t been exposed, which was the only good news.

With a steady stream of information at her disposal, Rong Li caused significant trouble by reaching out to the Dark Web of the underworld for a rescue mission. Facing internal and external threats, she needed to rescue her brother as quickly as possible.

In Paris, just 500 meters away from Ji Chi’s safe house, Qin Wan resided in a guesthouse. She had purchased a violin and was attempting to play the composition given by Gu Ci.

For Gu Ci, the composition was not challenging at all, but for Qin Wan, it was a painful practice. It felt like a waste of time. Qin Wan pondered how to convey a message to Jiang Junlin as quickly as possible without alerting Ji Chi or the Dark Web operatives. Both factions were skilled at monitoring and tracking. If Jiang Junlin’s address leaked, it would lead to dire consequences.

Observing a young boy next door taking his sister shopping, Qin Wan had a brilliant idea.

The young boy was buying groceries with his sister since Jiang Junlin and Ji Chi couldn’t leave the house. Qin Wan handed the boy some money and asked him to help with the shopping, reducing the need for Jiang Junlin and Ji Chi to go outside. No one would suspect the children.

Inside the supermarket, Qin Wan intentionally bumped into the young girl, causing her some discomfort. She crouched down, apologizing, “Little sister, I’m sorry for bumping into you. Does it hurt?”

Qin Wan’s French was exceptionally good, and she excelled at playing the innocent and gentle role. The little girl, originally in pain, obediently shook her head and replied, “It doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m so sorry!” Qin Wan handed the pink and purple plush doll she was carrying to the girl. “This is a gift from me to you. Press here, and it plays violin music. Do you like it?”

Young girls of this age couldn’t resist plush dolls. The little sister hesitated for a moment but said, “Brother said we shouldn’t take things from strangers.”

“Big sister doesn’t like dolls, but I accidentally dirtied it, so I hadve to buy it. I’m giving it to you as an apology. Do you like it?”

Blushing, the little girl replied, “1 like it!”

A plush doll dressed in a pink princess gown—what young girl wouldn’t like it?

“Then it’s yours.” Qin Wan secretly got closer to the little girl and whispered, “You have to listen to it all the time, okay? Big sister also really likes this song.” “Okay!” The little girl smiled sweetly, and as Qin Wan walked away, she made a heart gesture with her hand.

After getting some fruits, the brother asked, “Where did you get the doll?”

“A big sister gave it to me!” The little girl looked around for Qin Wan but couldn’t see her. “She bumped into me, so she bought the doll for me. Brother, I really like it. Can I keep it?”

The brother examined the plush doll and found nothing seriously wrong with it. “You can keep it.”

The little girl held the doll happily, listening to the violin music as they checked out. They then happily returned home, with her playing with the doll all the way.

Standing in the snowy weather, Qin Wan watched as the little girl continued to enjoy the plush doll. She smiled, knowing that girls of this age would eagerly play with a new toy. Before heading upstairs, she glanced back at the scene, reassured.

The young boy knocked on the door, and Jiang Junlin opened it. Amidst the music, he accepted the vegetables and fruits. The young boy was quiet and reserved, not one for many words. After delivering the groceries, he was about to leave when Jiang Junlin suddenly said, “Here’s some pocket money for you for troubling you in this blizzard.”

“No need!” The boy declined his offer..