Chapter 172: Tracking Ye Hua

Yang Lan stared at a decorative piece not far away, her gaze darkening.

In a low, haunting voice, she said, "You mentioned last time that you suspected Lu Yao might be the daughter of that woman from back then."

Ye Hua had been planning to grab a drink at a bar, but the moment her hand touched the door handle, she withdrew it upon hearing Yang Lan's words and sat back down in her chair. "Especially her eyes. The more I look at them, the more they resemble her. It's just a pity that woman died so many years ago, making it impossible to verify whether Lu Yao is truly her daughter."

"It's not entirely impossible. The organization kept a record of that woman's DNA back then. We only need to obtain Lu Yao's DNA and run a comparison," Yang Lan said through clenched teeth, letting out a cold sneer. "If... if Lu Yao really is that woman's daughter, then she has come specifically for the two of us."

"Then if we let her marry into the Ye family, won't that disrupt our plans?" Hostility toward Lu Yao deepened within Ye Hua. "We are on the verge of closing the net; we cannot let some vile woman ruin it."

"Then we have no choice but to... eradicate the roots!" Yang Lan's tone abruptly turned cold and fierce.

"We'll need to report to the organization first." One corner of Ye Hua's mouth curled upward, a flicker of delight flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Finally, she would get to see that beloved person she had yearned for day and night.

Ye Hua went out of her way to get her hair styled, selected the newest dress to wear, and sprayed on her favorite perfume. Once everything was set, she happily drove away from the Ye family's old residence.

As fate would have it, the moment Ye Hua's car pulled out of the estate, Ye Zehong was driving Lu Yao inside.

Lu Yao glanced toward the driver's seat and saw that Ye Hua was behaving completely out of character. Her face bore a seductive smile, radiant like peach blossoms—she possessed the absolute picture of sweet, blissful happiness that belonged to a woman deeply in love.

Frowning slightly, she asked, "Is Ye Hua in a relationship?"

Ye Zehong pondered for a single second before shaking his head with certainty. "In the capital, there isn't a single man worthy of her notice. The only person she holds in high regard is herself."

Lu Yao murmured, "That's strange, then. I just saw her looking unusually gentle and stunning, and she even went to the trouble of getting her hair done."

Ye Zehong curved his lips into a smile and asked cluelessly, "Is there anything special about that?"

Lu Yao rolled her eyes in profound exasperation.

Indeed, men never understood a woman's perspective, let alone noticed their subtle changes.

Patience wearing thin, she explained, "Usually, when a woman goes to see the man she loves, she will deliberately dress herself up. Washing her hair, in particular, is the highest form of treatment reserved for the man of her heart."

"Washing hair can be considered the highest form of treatment?" Ye Zehong merely smiled, but he grasped the underlying meaning in Lu Yao's words. He immediately turned the Ye family estate car around and pursued Ye Hua's vehicle at top speed.

Ye Zehong followed the car with caution, maintaining a distance that ensured he wouldn't get too close yet wouldn't lose her trail.

Humming a cheerful tune, Ye Hua drove her car into the underground parking garage of a shopping mall.

With a vehicle acting as a buffer between them, Ye Zehong entered the underground parking lot as well.

Making sure Ye Hua had parked securely, he brought his own car to a halt a short distance away.

To their surprise, the moment they parked, Ye Hua got into a white sedan. The car had no license plates, and before they even had time to step on the gas, the white sedan vanished from sight mere moments after making a turn.

Ye Zehong cast a deep, penetrating glance at Lu Yao. Astonished, Lu Yao unbuckled her seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and looked around, but she could detect nothing out of the ordinary.

Ye Zehong walked up behind her, his expression darkening as he said, "We've been counter-tracked. Do you remember that white delivery truck that was trailing right behind us when we first entered the parking garage?"