Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1083: No More Waiting, Leave Now

Confirming that he was truly holding nothing back, Xinyan posed her final question: "Where are you taking me?"

Sun Ming dared not conceal anything and promptly disclosed the exact spot.

With that, she flung the stick away and signaled to the figures lurking in the darkness: "Take care of these people."

She then marched boldly out of the alley.

In her thoughts, she kept mulling over the exchange from moments ago—why was the Xue Family targeting her? How did they connect to the other three families, and what part, if any, did they play in the Gu Family affair?

Gazing at the sky, she realized tonight would demand her full attention.

Once outside the alley, she detected tails shadowing her: "No need to trail me. Report everything to my dad precisely and relay this message—I’ll crash at the small courtyard tonight and head back once I wrap up tomorrow."

The shadows stayed hidden: "How can we do that? What if reinforcements show up and you get hurt? We’d have no way to face the gentleman."

Xinyan absolutely refused to have them accompany her; she planned a solo nighttime scout of the spot Sun Ming named. Bringing them along meant no space cheats, ramping up the peril.

Feigning irritation, she snapped: "I took down those guys earlier all alone. You think I can’t handle myself? Get back quick, deliver the word, and don’t hold up the plan."

The follower wavered; prior to departure, the gentleman’s orders were clear: aid the lady, snag the targets, stay unseen unless vital, and obey her lead.

Noting her firm stance, they relented: "Fine, then stay safe, please."

Dismissing them, she slipped into a hidden nook and slipped into the space. She devoured a satisfying feast first, then altered her look so thoroughly not even her father could identify her.

Emerging from the space, she pulled out a bike and pedaled straight to Sun Ming’s mentioned location.

She figured that if the culprits grew impatient soon, they’d catch on to the exposure and bolt from the site fast.

Thus, speeding there was essential.

She skipped questions on the Xue Family since Jiang Peiqin had shared their basics multiple times, leaving her well-informed.

The Xue Family had abandoned the lavish courtyard, opting instead for their Beijing ancestral home.

Jiang Peiqin had noted the place was massive—a six-part courtyard—and she’d once had the luck to step inside.

Dusk blanketed the area by her arrival. She tucked the bicycle into the space before venturing in. Nearing the key zone, voices drifted from nearby: "Heizi, why haven’t they dragged the target back yet?"

"Any minute now. Remember, they said the girl’s got moves and could put up a fight."

"I worry they’ll botch it. Tip off the foe, and good luck getting another shot."

"Hey, Xiao Liu, pulling out idioms these days?"

"Cut it out, I’m talking business here, and you’re cracking jokes."

No point hunting more; this chatter confirmed her hunters hid in this very courtyard.

Xinyan skirted the voices’ origin, circled to the rear, scaled a limb overhanging the wall, scoped the interior thoroughly, and leaped inside.

Yet upon landing, her foot hit an object, producing a noise.

From upfront, a shout rang: "Who’s there?"

Xinyan snatched the snapped twig, erased the marks swiftly, and vanished into the space clutching it.

Shortly after her space entry, two figures drew near: "You imagining things?"

"No way, I definitely caught a sound."

"Likely racket from neighboring courtyards; nerves got you hearing ghosts."

"Let’s sweep again properly—better safe than sorry."

The pair patrolled once more, spotting no oddities. Satisfied, they retreated to the front yard.

To dodge any comeback, Xinyan lingered in the space awhile, verified their absence, then reemerged.

She stooped low, crept to the front yard, and melted into shadows. Sure no one exited, she edged to the window, catching words within: "Give it one more hour. No return, we pull out."

A reply came: "But if they’re in trouble, what’s the move?"

"What choice? This gig means our necks are always on the line."

"They’re our brothers—gonna ditch ’em just like that?"

"Heizi, hasn’t this always been the deal?

Want to sink us all?

Get it: exposure kills any save unless you fancy rotting with them."

The head-table man’s face darkened sternly: "Enough bickering. Critical hour here—think beyond yourselves?"

With that, he banged the table: "No more waiting—withdraw immediately. We’re outta here."