Chapter 2127: Things Are Getting Strange

When returning to her bedroom, Jiang Motian noticed the door to Jiang Mobai's bedroom was open.

Through the gap, she could see Jiang Mobai standing right in front of a small table.

And his expression did not look very good.

Worried that something had happened, Jiang Motian walked over and asked, "Are you alright?"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Mobai put down the thing in his hand and replied, "I'm fine."

His expression, however, did not look like he was fine at all...

Jiang Motian lowered her gaze, discovered the item on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

"An anonymous letter someone sent me; I was just about to tell Su Kexuan."

Since their last argument, the two of them had not been in contact.

But at this very moment, Jiang Mobai could not be bothered with being at odds.

He scratched his hair and muttered somewhat impatiently, "Qingkong shouldn't be capable of doing something so sleazy."

Upon hearing the name Qingkong, Jiang Motian hurriedly picked up the anonymous letter.

The more she read, the tighter her brows furrowed.

She also heard Jiang Mobai asking, "Do you think what the letter says is true? Did he... really harass a female model?"

Although Jiang Mobai had not met Qingkong many times, he always felt that Qingkong was not the type of person who could do such a thing.

Yet this anonymous letter was so detailed and convincing...

Jiang Mobai felt a bit lost.

Jiang Motian did not answer Jiang Mobai's question.

She countered, "Why would this person send it to you anonymously?"

"Look here, the anonymous sender says he sent anonymous letters to many famous people; he wants everyone to join forces and help uphold justice."

As Jiang Mobai spoke, he pointed his finger at the letter paper.

There was indeed a line of small text there that Jiang Motian had not noticed just now.

Just as she was staring closely at the small text, Jiang Mobai made a decision: "I'm going to call Kexuan right now!"

Seeing Jiang Mobai pick up his phone, Jiang Motian stopped him: "Kexuan already knows, and... this matter has already been exposed online."

Exposed?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mobai hurriedly took out his phone to check.

While he was looking, Jiang Motian explained, "Wanyi told me the news, and I already contacted Kexuan at the first opportunity."

When those two were on the phone, Su Kexuan was driving.

So they did not talk much.

Jiang Motian originally did not think this matter was very tricky.

Until she saw this anonymous letter...

Things seemed to be getting strange.

Jiang Mobai had already roughly looked at the news online.

But he was even more confused: "How could someone move so fast!"

There were plenty of people who were jealous of Qingkong's success.

Now that they had seized the opportunity, they would naturally make a big fuss out of it.

But this disturbance had come without any warning.

And it was coming on aggressively.

Jiang Motian also did not know how things would develop.

Taking a light breath, Jiang Motian knitted her brows and lowered her head in deep thought.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to that envelope.

Jiang Motian picked up the envelope again to take a look.

On it, there were only the printed words "Jiang Mobai".

Apart from that, no useful information like an address could be found.

Then...

If one wanted to find information on the anonymous sender, one could only check the surveillance footage.

Thinking of the surveillance, Jiang Motian immediately had a servant go retrieve it.

And judging from the surveillance at the main gate, the person who delivered the letter was dressed in black.

They were not tall and were also wearing a hat and a mask.

Such a person could be said to have no distinguishing features whatsoever.

Wanting to find them? It was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

But when Jiang Motian zoomed in on the surveillance video, she discovered a problem:

The envelope in the video was different from the one on Jiang Mobai's table.

Especially the pattern.

Jiang Motian immediately called over the servant who had first discovered the anonymous letter.

She asked the servant for details about the envelope.

The servant, however, said with a troubled expression, "This... I don't remember what pattern was on it."

Jiang Mobai often received letters from admirers.

The servants in the house were accustomed to seeing anonymous letters and would not pay them much attention.

After hearing the servant's words, Jiang Motian was not discouraged.

Instead, she pressed on, continuing to ask: "Apart from you, did anyone else see it?"

"No, as soon as I found this letter, I delivered it directly to Young Master Mobai."

"Did the envelope come into contact with water or any other liquid?"

"It did not."

"And your hands when you held the letter, were they dry?"

"They were."

The servant's words made this matter become even more baffling.

Jiang Motian also couldn't help but mutter: "If it wasn't swapped and there was no extra contact, how could the pattern on the envelope have changed?"

The servant said based on intuition: "Could it be that it wasn't the same letter at all?"

Jiang Mobai immediately retorted: "It is the same letter, why would I bother changing the envelope!"

He was about to say more, but his phone rang.

It was a memo reminder.

Jiang Mobai hung up, then frowned and said: "Let's stop here, I need to go out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

"I have an interview in a while."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Motian immediately said guardedly: "An interview at a time like this... will the other party bring up the matter of Qingkong?"

"Rest assured, this interview was scheduled beforehand; we're just chatting about racing topics."

Jiang Mobai gave Jiang Motian a reassurance.

However, Jiang Motian did not feel at ease.

Instead, she watched Jiang Mobai's back with a look of anxiety...

Jiang Mobai arrived at a coffee shop as promised.

There weren't many people here, and Jiang Mobai spotted the reporter right away.

This reporter was not interviewing Jiang Mobai for the first time.

The cooperation between the two sides had always been very tacit.

This time, the interview also proceeded very smoothly.

But... Jiang Mobai was occasionally absent-minded.

Discovering Jiang Mobai staring blankly once again, the reporter said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang is not in the best state today."

"Ah, my apologies."

Jiang Mobai's apology was sincere.

He also wanted to adjust himself and complete this interview earnestly.

The reporter was quite understanding.

He said: "Is it because you've been sitting for too long and are feeling uncomfortable? Why not stand up and move around a bit?"

"That might be good."

Jiang Mobai leaned on his crutch and stood up, preparing to stretch.

But just at that moment, something fell out of his pocket.

Plop—

Hearing the sound, Jiang Mobai looked down.

But he saw the reporter pick up the item for him first.

He even said while picking it up: "It's a letter, could it be written by an admirer? You don't mind if I take a look, do you!"

I do mind!

Of course I mind!

Damn it, that was that anonymous letter!

Jiang Mobai reached out to snatch the letter back.

But there was a table between the two of them.

And Jiang Mobai was not mobile.

It took two attempts before he snatched the letter back.

But...

The reporter had already seen a few words.

And they were all key information!

The reporter looked at Jiang Mobai with excitement and said: "So you are the anonymous whistleblower!"

Jiang Mobai denied it righteously: "It wasn't me!"

"Hey, there's no one else here, I won't spread it."

"It really wasn't me!"

To increase his credibility, Jiang Mobai simply told the other party about receiving the anonymous letter.

But the reporter didn't quite believe him.

He said: "If you wanted to expose it, you could have just posted it online; why go through all this trouble and send anonymous letters to several people of status? That's just doing something unnecessary!"

The man's gaze was like a cold blade, sweeping across the room and landing directly on Jiang Baobao.