Chapter 96

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094: Xie Shang’s uncontrollable possessiveness, the beginning of Changling’s script (second update) “Additionally, I’m quite vengeful. If you harm Wen Changling, I’ll harm you too, so please, Miss Fu, think carefully before you act.”

Fu Ying’s expression was cold. “Are you threatening me?”

Xie Shang didn’t deny it. “You can take it that way.” He stood up, his attitude indicating that there was no need to delay their time any further, “Miss Fu, take your time with the drink.”

Xie Shang left first and closed the door behind him.

Fu Ying sat alone for a while. The water in her cup had gone cold. She dipped her finger into the water and wrote a character on the table: Wen. The ‘Wen’ of Wen Changling.

She laughed.

What about a person who shone like stars or the moon, they were still bewitched by the Wen family’s girl.

Fu Ying picked up the document Xie Shang had left behind, placed it in her bag, and turned to leave.

She pushed open the door.

A man stood erect at the entrance, nearly one meter ninety in height, his mere presence exuded an intense sense of oppression.

“Madam.”

She was the new wife of the old head of the Zhou family, and many called her Madam, or Madam Zhou.

The man was named Chen Baishi, and he was the bodyguard her dutiful stepchild had specially hired to protect her after she nearly died in a car accident.

That dutiful stepson was also somewhat clever. In order to plant someone close to her, he had staged the car accident quite convincingly. She would have felt bad not accepting his offer, out of respect for her stepson’s meticulous efforts.

Chen Baishi was a retired serviceman. If one were to describe him as an animal, an Alabay shepherd dog would fit perfectly;

fierce and strong, not prone to initiating attacks, but possessing a strong sense of territory and extremely loyal to its owner. To put it another way, he was a dog with a high level of loyalty.

As soon as she got into the car, Chen Baishi’s phone rang.

Fu Ying, seated in the back, kicked the back of the front seat with her bare pink high-heeled shoe and ridiculed him with a laugh.

“What? Reporting to Zhou Sheng again?”

He threw the phone into the glove compartment. “No.”

As a spy, Chen Baishi’s acting skills were lacking a bit. Maybe it was because he came from a military background, where everything was done strictly by the book. Such a person could have done anything well, yet he chose to be a spy dog.

Fu Ying didn’t feel like playing along. She leaned forward slightly, her slender wrist curling around the headrest of the driver’s seat, and her pale fingers tapped lightly, almost imperceptibly, on his shoulder.

“Chen Baishi, how much did Zhou Sheng pay you?” She had apricot-shaped eyes and a round face, joking with a smile. “Why not work for me instead? I’ll pay you double.”

Chen Baishi sat upright, his expression unwavering, his muscles taut, always solemn and serious. “Madam, the car is about to start. Please sit back properly.”

The fingers of the ‘madam’ he spoke of were already slipping inside his collar, providing a stark contrast between his rough, solid build and the woman’s soft, delicate hand.

A faint scent of perfume wafted from behind, encircling him.

“If not money, then perhaps people will suffice.”

Chen Baishi was true to his name, as immovable as a rock. “Madam, please sit back.”

Fu Ying’s expression changed in a second, and her pretty manicured nails left a red mark on his muscle-hard skin. “All dogs serve a master, but you insist on being Zhou Sheng’s dog. Boring.”

She settled back into her seat, closed her eyes, and didn’t say another word to the rock.

Chen Baishi was someone who, if no one else spoke, could stay silent for a lifetime. There was not a sound in the car, which had undergone soundproofing, as Chen Baishi drove steadily.

Fu Ying fell asleep and was having a nightmare, murmuring a name indistinctly.

Everyone called her Madam Zhou.

But Madam Zhou was actually only twenty-seven years old.

Chen Baishi parked the car by the roadside, turned off all the lights inside, and then just waited, doing nothing.

*****

Xie Shang stopped at the intersection. From a distance, he saw Wen Changling talking with an unfamiliar man.

A passing car suddenly honked its horn. Wen Changling didn’t hear it clearly, so the man leaned in a bit closer, apparently saying something, and they talked for several minutes.

The man seemed to be in a good mood, laughing cheerfully.

After the man left, Xie Shang approached and casually asked, “Who was he?”

Wen Changling said, “Just a stranger.”

She had just finished work and was on her way home.

“Did you also just get back?”

“Yes, I went to see a client.” Xie Shang walked to Wen Changling’s right side. “Why would a stranger talk to you?”

“He was asking for directions.”

The man was a tourist.

He had asked Wen Changling how to get to Plum Blossom Alley and what good food and fun places were around.

Wen Changling was looking at her phone, reading a message from Granny Zhu, without looking up. “Xie Shang, do you prefer salty or sweet zongzi?”

Dragon Boat Festival was just a few days away.

Xie Shang countered her with a question, “Which kind do you like?”

“I like sweet zongzi.”

He said, “Sweet it is then.”

Wen Changling replied to Granny Zhu, telling her that both she and Xie Shang ate sweet zongzi. She held onto Xie Shang’s clothes with one hand as she followed him. Occasionally, her head would bump into his back; she wasn’t watching the path and kept looking at her phone, “Granny Zhu said she’ll make zongzi tomorrow, and she’s asking if you have any dietary restrictions.”

“None.”

She typed with her head down, walking unsteadily until she stepped onto the curb.

Xie Shang stopped walking, steadied her waist, and guided her down, “Stop looking at your phone when walking.”

Wen Changling made a sound of acknowledgment and walked properly.

Close to home, Xie Shang suddenly said, “The look in that guy’s eyes just now wasn’t very nice.”

Wen Changling turned her head back, “Hm?”

Why is he bringing this up again?

“Can’t he tell that you’re directionally challenged? Yet he still asked you for directions.”

So was he critiquing the other guy’s poor judgment or reminding her, the directionally challenged one, to be more self-aware?

Wen Changling touched her nose, failing to understand men, “Boss Xie, your words are quite harsh.”

Xie Shang didn’t say anything more.

Upon arriving home, Wen Changling went to her own courtyard. After crossing the threshold, she looked back, “Aren’t you going home?”

Xie Shang entered, took one of her hands, and embraced her.

She was a bit stunned.

“I’m sorry,” Xie Shang said in a low voice, apologizing, “I misspoke earlier.”

His tone had been off. He had minded how close that man had been to her, minding that he and Wen Changling had been talking throughout.

Wen Changling rubbed her chin against his clothes, very fond of the agarwood scent on him, “There’s no need to apologize, I didn’t mind it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Gu Kaiyun was right. Some afflictions, if repressed too long, explode with overwhelming force when they finally break out.

He was still in the explosive phase, so he was having a bit of trouble handling it.

“Changling.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t forget our promise,” Xie Shang tightened his hold around Wen Changling’s waist. His body had been restless lately, wanting to be closer to her, “You have to love me.”

He was desperate to be loved by Miss Wen, to be marked by her.

Wen Changling looked up at a passing cloud, her gaze clear, “I haven’t forgotten.”

*****

The light on the second floor was on, and the computer was still running.

Wen Changling walked in and shut the door.

“Changling.”

The voice came through the computer.

Wen Changling took a seat.

The person on the other end was pouring a drink, the sound of liquid clinking evident: “The game can begin now.” Raising the glass, they clinked it against the computer, “Changling, I wish you success.”

Wen Changling echoed, “I wish you success too.”

She turned off the voice chat and brought up the video from the mini camera on her screen.

An island, a villa, the sound of the waves.

Men and women, swinging their bodies, engulfed in revelry.

Two days later.

Tong Taishi was photographed boarding a luxurious yacht, heading to a private island, accompanied by four female friends.

Nurses gossiped during their break, mentioning the scoop.

“I thought he was locked up.”

Xiao Cai used to be a dedicated fan of Tong Taishi, now a resentful one; every mention of him was like swallowing a hundred flies: “It’s because of his strong background. Despite so many people hitting him, the worst he’d get is being ousted from the industry, yet he lives on luxuriously.”

Wen Changling was facing her computer, looking at the doctor’s recent orders.

Living very luxuriously indeed.

The pawnshop card she gave to Cui Ying was just an appetizer; the main course hadn’t even started.