Chapter 105: Just Watch the Show Tomorrow

Chapter 105: Just Watch the Show Tomorrow

Li Ruobing couldn’t work it out. She hadn’t been able to work it out from the start. Wu Chen had dealt with several of Jinfu Group’s directors with almost uncanny speed, and she still couldn’t see how those few men alone could accomplish anything.

Wu Chen had said earlier that he wouldn’t talk to all of them, only a portion.

That must be the whole of it.

“You don’t understand Jinfu Group, and you don’t understand the Su family, so… why not simply wait for the result?” Wu Chen slanted a look at her. “Some things are genuinely complicated to explain, and you’re an outsider, so you won’t follow it. If you don’t believe me, ask Qingying… she ought to understand more than you do by now.”

Li Ruobing blinked, then turned to Su Qingying.

“It is useful, certainly…” Su Qingying said, hesitating. She glanced at Li Ruobing, then back at Wu Chen. “But there are still parts I can’t work out. It’s just…”

“All right, all right. Qingying, you’re such a good child.” Wu Chen smiled helplessly.

Wu Chen was twenty-two and Su Qingying twenty-seven, five years his senior, and he called her a good child.

Su Qingying had missed his meaning again.

“Someone in a superior position has to learn to keep things in her heart.” Wu Chen looked out at the street and its passing traffic. “Whether you understand or not, there’s no need to show it outright—least of all to someone with no stake in the matter.”

“Qingying, if you’d pretended just now to understand and then deliberately refused to say anything… our dear Miss Li Ruobing would have thought a great deal more of you. She’d have been curious enough to burst. She’d have kept asking you, and the more you held back, the worse she’d feel. And then she would have taken the initiative to build a relationship with you…”

Su Qingying fell into thought. She could feel that Wu Chen was teaching her something.

Li Ruobing’s expression shifted. She drew a deep breath.

Angered by him again.

In that moment she felt, with perfect clarity, exactly what it meant to say the human heart is treacherous.

Too wicked.

“Wu Chen, is this fun for you?” she asked, cutting a look at him.

“It’s fun. Especially fun.” Wu Chen slanted a look back and smiled. Then he said, “All right. That’s enough for today. Time to go home and sleep… tomorrow, we just watch the show.” His voice eased, and he turned to her. “Ah—that’s right. There are still a few things I need to explain to Qingying. Would it be convenient for me to stay at your place tonight?”

“Inconvenient!” Li Ruobing answered, cold and flat.

And in the very next second she reached back and hooked her hand through his arm.

Her words and her actions had nothing to do with each other.

Li Ruobing truly had no choice. She could hardly let Wu Chen take Su Qingying away. If Madam Su found out, it was over.

So Su Qingying had to stay with Wu Chen, and stay with Li Ruobing as well.

Which left only Li Ruobing’s house.

And because they were standing on a public street, the reason she linked arms with him was of course that the two of them were the couple all of Donghai’s business circles knew about. The performance had to continue, and to run it well they had to mind it every moment.

Into the cars.

To Li Ruobing’s house.

It was late, and with few cars on the road they could move fairly quickly.

A little over half an hour later they arrived.

Jinhui Manor, South City High-Tech Zone, Donghai City.

It was a villa community a good distance from the city center. Li Ruobing had bought here because it was close to the South City CBD—only a dozen-odd minutes by car—which made the commute easy.

She owned three villas in Jinhui Manor, numbered 25, 26, and 27.

The three stood side by side.

She could hardly live in all of them herself, of course. She lived in Villa No. 26. Nos. 25 and 27 had been bought for her bodyguards.

She had a great many bodyguards.

Li Ruobing was under bodyguard protection twenty-four hours a day. Even at night, asleep in her bedroom, her bodyguards patrolled the grounds outside. And she had no enemies. Her own younger brother Li Ruotai didn’t require security on this scale, let alone her.

But this was what she wanted.

Because that moron Ding Ruilong was far too much of a nuisance.

Li Ruobing knew Ding Ruilong had been watching her all along. In her years in Donghai, the watchers and covert photographers he had sent near her residence—caught by her bodyguards alone—already numbered more than five.

And every one of them, naturally, had been fed to the fish.

With the people Ding Ruilong sent, Li Ruobing had always kept to the same rule: one shows up, she cuts one down.

Past eleven at night.

Inside Villa No. 26 at Jinhui Manor, decorated in cool tones.

Freshly showered and wearing a bathrobe, Wu Chen came quickly down the stairs and found Li Ruobing and Su Qingying still on the sofa in the first-floor living room. He had showered the moment he arrived, genuinely meaning to sleep, while the two women had gone on talking all this time.

They had to talk, of course. At the very least they had to get their scripts straight. The agreed version was that Li Ruobing had been counseling Su Qingying, that they had rested at Jinfu Teahouse—and yet they had ended up at Li Ruobing’s house.

What had happened in between, what Li Ruobing had said: all of it had to line up. When Su Qingying went back tomorrow, Madam Su would certainly ask.

In truth it wasn’t much of a problem.

As long as Su Qingying had been with Li Ruobing the whole time, there was no real problem.

“What are you two talking about? Aren’t you going to wash up and sleep…” Wu Chen asked with a smile as he came into the living room.

“Honey, what exactly do you do for work?” Su Qingying turned her head and asked.

“Me?” Wu Chen glanced at Li Ruobing. Plainly Su Qingying had already put the question to her and gotten nothing—Li Ruobing’s mouth was very tight. It hardly mattered, so once he’d sat down he said, “I’m an information broker.”

“An information broker… so that’s why you know so many things?” Su Qingying asked, her brows drawing slightly together. She had looked into Wu Chen’s file before. Apart from recent events, his earlier record looked entirely ordinary.

“That’s right. I’m a professional.” Wu Chen smiled, then took the initiative. “Tomorrow you have to go back and face your mother. Are you ready?”

Both women could feel him changing the subject outright.

And both understood that when Wu Chen didn’t want to discuss something, there was no getting it out of him.

“I’m ready!” Su Qingying nodded. She said it firmly, somewhat as if bolstering herself.

“Good. I believe in you.” Wu Chen nodded and smiled.

The three of them talked idly a while longer, mostly about how Su Qingying should handle things when she went home tomorrow.

“Um… Miss Su, it’s getting late. Why don’t you shower first? Use my room. The toiletries are all there, and the spare toothbrushes are in the drawer under the sink…” Li Ruobing said suddenly.

“No, Miss Li, you should wash first. I’m not in a hurry,” Su Qingying said, turning her head.

“Don’t be like that. In my home you don’t have to hold to all those upbringing rules of yours. Relax a little. You’re the guest. You go first,” Li Ruobing pressed.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Miss Li.” Su Qingying stood as she said it.

Wu Chen and Li Ruobing both turned to watch her go up the stairs, until a faint sound of a door opening and closing came from the second floor.

“Why did you send her away?” Wu Chen looked at Li Ruobing and asked with a smile. He could feel the deliberateness of what she’d just done.

“Come. Come with me.” She stood and beckoned to him.

She walked toward the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

Wu Chen got up and followed.

They came to the window. Li Ruobing drew the curtains open a little, pointed at the moon outside, and said, “Isn’t it pretty?”

“Hm?” Wu Chen went still. What was this? What did she mean? Looking at the moon?

Before he could react, she turned her head to him, wound both arms around his neck, and kissed him straight on the mouth. In the next instant her feet left the floor, her legs locked around his waist, and she hung off him entirely, kissing him.