The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Nowadays, it was common for people to have many childhood photographs.

However, it was strange in Tan Bengbeng’s case.

There were very few photographs of her in her adulthood, let alone her childhood photographs.

Besides a few professional photographs, there were almost no other photographs of her.

The extent of the popularity of selfies and various photography apps made Tan Bengbeng seem as though she had been living a life that was as dull as the ancient people.

To even find these photographs was a Herculean task.

He stopped just short of climbing a mountain of knives and plunging into boiling oil.

“Young Master Han, Tan Bengbeng had vanished and it is also unknown if she’s still alive. Why do you want to look for her childhood photographs so suddenly? If we really want to look for her, shouldn’t we also be using the photographs she took more recently.” asked the assistant as he did not understand what was going on.

Hearing what he said, Yu Yuehan’s gaze darkened slightly and he moved the cursor to her clearest picture. He opened his mouth slowly and said, “I’m suspecting that Tan Bengbeng did not get to know Nian Xiaomu just three years ago.”

“What?” the assistant said, dumbfounded.

Yu Yuehan did not provide any further elaboration and instructed him to continue searching for Tan Bengbeng’s childhood photographs.

At the same time, he took out his phone to retrieve the picture that he had taken at Fan Yu’s place, putting it before his computer for comparison.

According to Nian Xiaomu, Tan Bengbeng had treated her very well.

However, Tan Bengbeng seemed to have treated her too well.

Putting aside the possibility that they got along very well, they could have known each other long before this!

Xing Li and Xing Fang did not give him the vibes of the little girl wearing black clothes. However, as for Tan Bengbeng…

A streak of light flickered across Yu Yuehan’s eyes.

Tan Bengbeng keeping a low profile could not justify the fact that not a single childhood photograph of her could be found.

What was Tan Bengbeng, or rather, what was the Tan Family, hiding?

Yu Yuehan tightened his grip on the phone slightly.

He carefully compared each photograph to the one on his phone. However, it was a pity as the images were too blurry for anyone to recognize who was in it.

After a long while, he could only put down the phone.

His long slender fingers drummed against the surface of the table. Facing the picture on his computer screen, he sunk into deep thoughts…

On the other side.

Nian Xiaomu sprinted from the Yu Family’s villa back to Tan Bengbeng’s apartment as if she was chased by hounds.

Her whole body was relieved the moment she pushed the door open.

Her mind was filled with the scene where she was almost caught by Yu Yuehan…

As the saying goes, one should not do anything wrong, or any minor incident could scare you to death.

Nian Xiaomu turned around to place the keys on the shoe cabinet, picked up her bag and walked towards the room.

She had not eaten much this afternoon as she was worried about Yu Yuehan. She had yet to have her dinner and after getting scared, she was famished and felt like she was floating in the air.

She jumped onto the bed and was about to order delivery with her phone.

It was now that she missed the scrumptious dishes made by the Yu Family’s chef very dearly. Just the thought of it was enough to make her salivate.

Her stomach was growling from hunger. When she heard the knock on the door for the food delivery, she instantly jumped up from the bed, turned around and dashed out. In her excitement, however, her leg knocked against the cabinet beside the bed.

“Ping!” the photo frame on the cabinet fell to the ground with a “Bam!”

Nian Xiaomu hurriedly scampered to collect the food and placed it on the dining table, before coming back to pick up the photo frame.

She took a glance at Tan Bengbeng who was wearing an academic dress. She wiped the photo frame clean and placed it back on the cabinet.

When she was ready to go out, she caught a glimpse of a photo album that was in the narrow space between the bedside cabinet and the bed.

She reached out for it instinctively.