Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1716 - 1705: Muscle Memory

"Although they hide it well, years of training have ingrained it into their muscle memory. Do you remember Mrs. Smith during the meal?""Nothing special. Very graceful movements, not even a sound when cutting the beef."

It was this exact point Alice noticed something extraordinary about Mrs. Smith,

In such a leisurely private picnic setting, unless someone had dining etiquette engraved in their bones, this wouldn't happen.

Ning Fan shook his head and asked another question, "What do you think of today's steak?"

"It was okay."

With Alice's discernment, giving such a comment already said it all.

Ning Fan stated directly, "The beef was tough, hard to chew."

"But what does that prove?"

Alice still didn't understand the connection in all this.

"Ask yourself how a sixty-something ordinary woman managed to hold the knife without a hint of tremor and deftly divided that tough steak into four pieces."

After listening to Ning Fan's hint, Alice finally noticed this.

At that time, Mrs. Smith was holding the plate with her left hand and the knife with her right,

The whole cutting process was supported solely by her left hand holding the plate.

Just as Ning Fan said, under these circumstances, even while cutting, Mrs. Smith didn't let the plate shake at all,

Moreover, that piece of tough steak remained unmoved on the plate, unaffected by the force of the knife.

"Maybe the knife was too sharp."

Thinking of this, Alice shook her head.

No matter how sharp the knife, the steak was greasy, and the friction coefficient between it and the smooth plate was low.

Without a fork to stabilize it, unless one pays special attention to such details, even if Alice were to do it, the steak would inevitably move.

"And Mr. Smith's hands, did you notice them?"

Seeing Alice's confused expression, Ning Fan directly said, "Mr. Smith claims to be a carpenter, yet his hands don't have so much as a scar, not even a callus. Is that normal?"

"There are many suspicious points like this. As they enjoy their leisure time, both keep their backs straight, like leopards ready to pounce..."

As Ning Fan pointed out these suspicious aspects, Alice was completely convinced and couldn't help asking, "So who are they?"

"Who knows?"

Ning Fan shrugged and chuckled softly, "Their background and identity don't concern us, and they mean us no harm. Let's just treat them as friends met by chance."

"That's true."

Alice agreed, nodding, then looked at Ning Fan with admiration, "You know so much, Ning Fan, no wonder Dad keeps telling me to listen to you this time."

"It's nothing really. Just being a bit more attentive, observing more."

Ning Fan modestly waved his hand, but felt a sense of satisfaction within.

Probably no man would be immune to a girl's admiring gaze, especially a young beauty.

Back at the motel, having laughed and joked with Alice, Ning Fan's expression turned sour, muttering to himself, "That Bick, it's so late and he's still fooling around outside. Shouldn't have given him money first."

It's already close to midnight, and Bick, the driver, hasn't returned.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Ning Fan called Bick's phone, only to hear a notification that it was turned off.

"Even his phone is off..."

Suddenly Ning Fan's face tightened, detecting something wrong.

Bick, like most black men, had typical vices: greedy, lustful, boastful, chatty...

But Ning Fan could still see some good qualities in him.

As for how he treated others, Ning Fan wasn't sure, but towards himself, Bick was respectful and wouldn't dare to be perfunctory.

Yesterday when Ning Fan called, Bick managed to resist temptation, sent away those women, rested well, and prepared for the long journey.

This showed that Bick was not entirely without judgment and was rather attentive.

Otherwise, Ning Fan wouldn't specifically reward Bick.

Knowing they were leaving in the morning and Ning Fan had repeatedly emphasized this, Bick wouldn't have indulged in playing until late at night without returning.

"Unless something happened to him."

"Who had something happen?"

Seeing Alice's naive expression, Ning Fan couldn't help teasing, "There are three of us, you and I are here, who else could something happen to?"

"Oh dear! Something happened to Bick? What happened?"

Seeing the worry in Alice's eyes, Ning Fan couldn't believe she would become the Blood Clan's first female Prince in the future.

"Don't worry. It's nothing serious, probably just a minor conflict."

Where there are people, there is Jianghu. As a must-stop supply point for travelers, this area has substantial benefits, so some gang forces are sure to be stationed here.

"Alice, I'll go find him, you..."

"I'll go with you."

"Alright."

Ning Fan nodded, though after arriving, he had used mind perception to search and confirmed no sign of cultivators.

But considering Alice's natural ability to hide, Ning Fan still didn't want her out of his sight.

"Where should we look for him? Should we alert the police?"

Ning Fan quickly stopped her, "No need."

Arriving at the motel's front desk, after paying a hundred US dollar tip, Ning Fan learned where the fun was.

With tourists attracted by the gas station, the nightlife here was quite vibrant.

Three bars, a cinema, a pool hall...

"Let's go to the Nightingale Bar first."

Hearing Ning Fan's decision, Alice pointed at a nearby store, saying, "Why not go there first?"

"This..."

Looking at her pointing at the quiet bar, Ning Fan rolled his eyes. He couldn't tell Alice directly.

With Bick's taste, how could he possibly go to an elegant quiet bar? He must be drawn to an underground bar with flirtatious girls.

And the Nightingale Bar is the only place here that can satisfy Bick's preferences.

Looking at the ambiguous neon sign of Nightingale Bar, Ning Fan hesitated. The adult scenes inside seemed unfit for bringing Alice in.

"Why aren't we going in?"

Curious, Alice peeked towards Nightingale Bar, her eyes as eager as trying to see through the door.

"Would you wait outside for me? I'll be right back."

Alice pouted, "Why?"

"Because it's not suitable for you to enter."

Ning Fan, bracing himself, was ready to tackle the upcoming barrage of questions.

"Isn't it just a strip club! I've already grown up, I can enter openly."

Alice tried to appear indifferent, but her eyes betrayed her nervousness.

Ning Fan didn't notice this, only surprisedly asked, "How do you know?"

"I heard people talking."