Chapter 094: You Were Teaching Our Miss to Play Golf

Chapter 094: You Were Teaching Our Miss to Play Golf

Li Ruobing’s expression truly should have changed.

Because she was Wu Chen’s nominal girlfriend. She had also just been arguing from the position that the two of them together were helping Su Qingying. So on hearing Madam Su say that Wu Chen had struck Su Qingying’s bottom on the golf course, her expression should have changed. She should have turned on Wu Chen and demanded an answer on the spot.

That was the normal reaction of a girlfriend.

But that wasn’t why her expression changed. Her relationship with Wu Chen was fake, and she knew exactly what sort of relationship he and Su Qingying had now.

Her expression changed because Su Qingying had said nothing about this part.

On the drive to Jinfu Teahouse, Li Ruobing had asked her a great many questions in the car. That was how she had been able to deliver everything she’d just said. But Su Qingying had never mentioned Wu Chen putting his hands on her, let alone striking her backside.

Which made it very hard for Li Ruobing to round this out.

She might even have to lose her temper at Wu Chen.

Wu Chen hadn’t warned her in advance either.

Because this particular problem was one he would solve himself.

“What’s going on?” Li Ruobing thought it through, leaned toward him slightly, and asked in a low voice through her teeth, looking exactly like a girlfriend whose blood was up.

This was precisely what Madam Su wanted to see. Li Ruobing had backed her into aggrieved silence a moment ago, and on the merits she couldn’t beat her. If the matter blew up and others learned of it, if outsiders started passing judgment and pointing fingers at Su family business, she couldn’t accept that either.

So she had leapt clean over every questionable point and interrogated Wu Chen directly. There was also an intent to sow discord between him and Li Ruobing.

“Madam Su.” Wu Chen pressed the back of Li Ruobing’s hand, looked at Madam Su, and asked with an easy, faint smile, “You say I put my hands on Miss Su and struck her bottom. I don’t know who told you that. Would you tell me?”

“You mean to deny it?” Her gaze sharpened in an instant.

“Did I say I was denying it?” Wu Chen said, still smiling. “I only feel that some things, even seen with a person’s own eyes, may not be true. So—would you tell me who told you?”

“Qingying’s bodyguard. He saw it himself. He would never lie to me.” Madam Su was certain Wu Chen was trying to deny it.

By this point she felt she had the situation sorted out.

Her daughter Su Qingying had struck up some private acquaintance with Li Ruobing, they were often in contact behind her back, and then her daughter had gone on expressing envy of Li Ruobing, even saying without a shred of conscience that her own mother controlled her.

Li Ruobing had wanted to help her daughter, had arranged today’s meeting, had meant to persuade her, counsel her, and meddle in the Su family’s household affairs.

Something came up for Li Ruobing at the last minute, so she sent Wu Chen to pick her up. And then this young man named Wu Chen, trading on the fact that he was Li Ruobing’s boyfriend, had used her daughter’s private friendship with Li Ruobing to win her trust. He must have filled her head with nonsense, and he had taken the chance to put his hands on her. Deceiving and bullying her kind-hearted daughter.

A shameless piece of scum.

That had to be it.

And now he didn’t even dare admit it.

“Ah, Miss Su’s bodyguard.” Wu Chen sounded as though he’d only just learned it, then went on, “Is he here? Outside? I wonder whether we might ask him in to say it again, face to face.”

He still dared confront the man?

Madam Su’s brows lifted. “He is. I’ll call him in.”

She picked up her phone, scrolled, and dialed a number.

“Come in.” That was all she said before hanging up.

He was right outside the door and came in quickly. The two bodyguards who had been with Su Qingying that morning had stayed with Madam Su since. When she went to the alley outside Wu Chen’s old family apartment, she had brought them along.

The one who entered was the tall bodyguard, the same man who had called in the report.

“Madam. You called for me.” He came in and gave a slight bow.

Madam Su said nothing. She gestured in Wu Chen’s direction.

The tall bodyguard straightened and looked at him.

“You were the one who told Madam Su that I put my hands on Miss Su and struck her bottom. Correct?” Wu Chen asked directly.

“Yes.” A single word, perfectly plain.

“He would never lie,” Madam Su put in.

“I didn’t say he was lying.” Wu Chen answered her, then smiled at the tall bodyguard. “Since you’ve said it already, might I trouble you to tell your Madam, in rather more detail, what else I did to Miss Su?”

The bodyguard froze, not following. Was the man exposing himself?

“What else did he do?” Madam Su couldn’t help asking.

The tall bodyguard looked at her and began, “He also—”

“In more detail, please,” Wu Chen reminded him.

“He… well, he held Miss from behind and hit the ball. Several times. Then he had Miss hit on her own. Then he pulled Miss very hard, yanked her aside all at once, and hit the ball himself.”

“And he struck Miss’s bottom. And he adjusted her shoulders.”

“He also kicked the side of Miss’s foot, to make her bring her leg in.”

“And he held Miss by the waist. Pushed the back of her head.”

“And… it looked as though he was correcting Miss’s form. Her stance.”

The account was extraordinarily detailed. He spoke for several full minutes.

It wasn’t that his memory was remarkable. It was that every abnormal thing Wu Chen had done to Su Qingying stood out sharply and was easy to remember.

Nobody dared treat Su Qingying that way. Only Wu Chen had treated Su Qingying that way. Roughly, even.

And as he talked, his own tone began to change. He heard it himself. It felt as though he might have… misunderstood something.

He had phoned in his report fairly early. He had called after the second time Wu Chen struck Su Qingying’s backside.

For the half hour afterward, while Madam Su was still on her way to Tangsha Club, he hadn’t reported again.

As she listened, Madam Su began to feel something was off as well.

She knew the bodyguard would never lie to her. He said whatever had happened. So although she still suspected Wu Chen of using the opportunity to take advantage of her daughter, taken as a whole, it did not look like embracing and groping in that sense.

“Finished?” Wu Chen asked.

The tall bodyguard turned toward him.

“If you’re finished, then I’ll trouble you to answer two questions. First: what did you think of my golf?” Wu Chen looked at him.

“Mm… good. Very good.” The bodyguard thought about it. “To hit that far, you might be at a professional level.”

“Second question.” Wu Chen looked at him again. “What do you think I was doing with your Miss during that half hour?”

“You were teaching our Miss to play golf,” the bodyguard said outright, then added, “And you were fairly strict.”

He’d just laid the whole thing out himself, so of course he had realized what Wu Chen had actually been doing.

At the time, Wu Chen truly had been teaching Su Qingying golf.

The moment he finished, Wu Chen turned straight to Madam Su.

He dropped the smile, and the anger came out heavy the instant he opened his mouth—the voice of a man who had fucking had enough of this entire day. “Madam Su. You heard him, didn’t you? Your bodyguard doesn’t lie. Your words, weren’t they? Then might I trouble you, in future, to get your facts straight before you come interrogating me?”

“And you want an explanation? What is it you want explained? Ruobing and I have been running ourselves ragged all day trying to help your daughter, and who exactly are you interrogating? Do you not know how appalling your daughter’s golf is?”

“Does she have a grudge against the ball, swinging like that? Is she playing baseball? If she can’t play, she shouldn’t play. Don’t insult the sport of golf. So what if I hit her backside? She kept sticking it out. Does she know how to stand? If she has anterior pelvic tilt, she should get it treated. I was going easy on her by not kicking her. What the hell was that swing? Has she no idea at all? I’ve taught plenty of friends to play these past few years, and I’ve never seen anyone as stupid as your daughter.”

“You—” Madam Su shot to her feet and said furiously, “You! Show my daughter some respect!”

Done.