Chapter 507: Make Sure He Wears His Horns

Chapter 507: Make Sure He Wears His Horns

Ding Ruilong had contacted Mao Rusong out of the blue?

Wu Chen turned it over in his mind. It was unlikely his arrangement with Mao had been exposed. Ding had neither the means nor any reason to discover it suddenly.

And judging by Mao’s tone, Ding’s unexpected call definitely had something to do with Wu Chen again.

Which meant the problem was He Shiqin.

“Go on,” Wu Chen said. He offered nothing more. Wu Weidong was still at the table, after all. Wu Chen had already told him about He Shiqin and the grudges involved, but that was the extent of it.

He’d never intended for Wu Weidong to get directly involved. All he needed was for the man to hand over his shares to Wu Yurong. There was no reason for him to know the details of how certain events would unfold.

“He asked whether I’d been keeping an eye on He Shiqin lately. He knows I used to watch her for him. My guess is he’s discovered Miss He is no longer in Modu…”

“Mm…” Wu Chen murmured thoughtfully. “What else?”

“Not much. He just asked about her. I told him I’d had some things come up lately and let it slip… He may have heard about what happened to me, because he didn’t push. He did ask me to help look for her, though. I expect he’ll have his own people searching as well…” Mao’s voice grew more anxious as he went on.

He was clearly terrified Ding would discover his relationship with Wu Chen.

Given Mao’s position, Ding couldn’t easily touch him on his own turf in Modu. Gu Ruibo wasn’t someone to trifle with, either.

But Ding Ruilong was an extremist.

Everyone knew how extreme he could be.

If Ding learned that Mao had known everything all along—that he could now be considered Wu Chen’s accomplice, especially with He Shiqin involved—Mao had no doubt Ding would resort to extreme measures against him.

And in Mao’s eyes, He Shiqin was the lesser problem.

The real issue was He Xinxin. Wu Chen had taken He Xinxin away too.

She was Ding Ruilong’s daughter.

Even if Ding refused to acknowledge her, he still paid child support every year. You couldn’t say he didn’t care at all, even if it was only about saving face.

“Mm. Looks like he hasn’t discovered anything yet,” Wu Chen said calmly. “You don’t need to worry about this. I’ll handle it.”

“All right, all right, Mr. Wu!” Mao’s voice relaxed immediately.

The fact that Wu Chen didn’t want him involved further—didn’t want to use him to mislead Ding—was an enormous relief.

And Wu Chen’s simple promise—”I’ll handle it”—really did have a reassuring effect.

“That’s all for now.” Wu Chen exchanged a few more words with Mao and hung up.

He set down his phone, swept his gaze over the people at the table, and smiled as though nothing had happened. No one asked who had called.

Lunch continued.

The meal lasted until around twelve-thirty. Wu Chen’s phone call was no more than a minor interruption, nothing that would prompt the others to think too much.

As lunch was drawing to a close—

His phone rang again.

He picked it up, glanced at the screen, and answered with a smile. “Ruobing.”

The name caught everyone’s attention. Wu Yurong merely glanced at him as usual, but the looks Wu Weidong and Han Yuzhi gave him were rather different.

Both Wu Chen and Wu Yurong had told them the same thing: Li Ruobing, the eldest granddaughter of the Li family’s senior branch, did not mind her boyfriend having lovers.

In fact, according to Wu Chen, he didn’t even need Li Ruobing’s permission to see other women.

That was what they’d said, but there had been no proof.

And Li Ruobing’s formidable reputation as a woman who tolerated no nonsense was deeply ingrained in Donghai…

Wu Weidong watched Wu Chen closely. He wanted to see whether the young man would lie, whether there was anything he wouldn’t dare say on the phone.

“Hubby, where are you? I’m having lunch with Qingying.” Li Ruobing’s voice came through.

From her tone, nothing in particular seemed amiss. She was simply calling Wu Chen at lunchtime. She’d probably been talking about him with Su Qingying again.

“At Senlan Manor,” Wu Chen replied directly, smiling.

“Oh?” Li Ruobing sounded mildly surprised. Then she adopted a teasing tone. “Well, look at you, my dear Mr. Wu. It’s only been a few days since you took me home to meet your family, and now you’ve gone to meet Wu Yurong’s family all on your own?”

She wasn’t misunderstanding anything. She was merely teasing him.

As the woman who understood Wu Chen best, she could easily imagine he must have some particular reason for taking the initiative to meet Wu Weidong.

“Ha.” Wu Chen chuckled softly. “Came to see the old gentleman and talk about how things are going at Senlan.”

“Having lunch?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s my hubby.” Anyone else hearing Li Ruobing’s teasing praise would probably have found it baffling.

But Wu Chen understood.

The fact that he was sitting down to lunch with them meant he’d taken complete control of the situation and gotten Wu Weidong to accept that his daughter was another man’s lover.

That was what Li Ruobing was praising him for.

“Well, enjoy your meal. Qingying and I are almost finished… Oh, right—Qingying asked me to ask you whether you’re coming home tonight.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

The call ended.

Wu Weidong had watched him the entire time. Although he couldn’t hear what Li Ruobing was saying, Wu Chen’s easy, unruffled manner still left him somewhat shaken.

It really did seem Wu Chen was speaking freely, concealing nothing, showing no fear of making Li Ruobing angry.

“Did she need something?” Wu Yurong asked gently from beside him when he put down the phone, as if it were merely a casual question.

“No.” Wu Chen smiled and glanced at her. “She’s having lunch with Qingying. Wanted to know if I’d be home tonight.”

Wu Yurong pressed her lips together slightly and said nothing more.

Wu Weidong caught the name “Qingying” and immediately thought of Su Qingying. Lately, Su Qingying and Li Ruobing had grown particularly close, and there’d been plenty of talk about it in Donghai.

But Wu Weidong didn’t dare read anything unusual into Su Qingying’s relationship with Wu Chen. He simply assumed the two close friends were having lunch together.

Lunch was over.

In the first-floor living room, Wu Chen stayed a while longer, drinking tea and chatting with Wu Weidong. Everything important had already been discussed, so they talked idly about one thing and another.

Before they knew it, it was one in the afternoon.

Wu Chen and Wu Yurong left.

Not long after they were gone, Wu Weidong set out as well. He was going to meet Lei Cheng.

…

More than half an hour later, in Donghai’s South District.

Wu Yurong got out of Wu Chen’s Lamborghini and climbed into her own car, driven by her bodyguard. They parted at the roadside. Wu Yurong was returning to the company, while Wu Chen had business to attend to.

Back on the road.

Driving with one hand, Wu Chen picked up his phone and swiped through it, taking a quick look at the trending topics on Weibo. He glanced at them, switched away, and dialed a number.

The call was answered almost immediately.

“Mr. Wu.” A cautious male voice came through.

It was one of Ding Ruilong’s men in Donghai—the first double agent Wu Chen had brought under his control. Meng Junhao.

Compared with Old Dao or Jiang Chuan, Meng Junhao had come under Wu Chen’s control much earlier, but Wu Chen had hardly made use of him.

Now it was time to put him to work.

“Let’s meet,” Wu Chen said.

Naturally, Meng Junhao didn’t dare refuse. The two agreed on a time and place.

After ending the call with Meng, Wu Chen immediately dialed another number. This call was answered just as quickly, and a soft voice came through.

“Mr. Wu.”

It was He Shiqin.

Wu Chen hadn’t originally had any particular plans for this afternoon. But Mao Rusong’s warning had made him realize Ding Ruilong would soon discover He Shiqin was in Donghai.

It would be easy to find out. The simplest approach would be to check where she’d used her credit cards. Her recent transactions had all been in Donghai.

What’s more, when Wu Chen had maneuvered He Shiqin into his plans back in Modu, he’d deliberately left behind hotel registration records. Ding would naturally be able to find out who had gone to the hotel with her.

There was no way to keep it secret that Wu Chen had taken He Shiqin away.

He hadn’t intended to keep it secret in the first place. Otherwise he wouldn’t have deliberately left those clues.

He’d only wanted to activate this part of his plan at the right time, using it to provoke Ding. Ding’s personality made him absurdly easy to manipulate. And now—since Ding had discovered something ahead of schedule, Wu Chen would put this part of the plan into action immediately.

The first step: make sure Ding Ruilong wore his horns properly.

Make him understand that Wu Chen really had cuckolded him.

“Are you home?” Wu Chen asked into the phone.

“Yes… I’m watching a TV drama,” He Shiqin replied.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Wu Chen said.

“All right, then… Xinxin and I’ll wait for you.” He Shiqin’s voice was soft. She didn’t know why Wu Chen was suddenly coming to see her. Although she suspected he had some business to discuss, a note of happiness still crept into her voice.

A little more than twenty minutes later.

Villa No. 9, Jinzun Manor, North District, Donghai.

Wu Chen had arrived.