Chapter 104 Who Has the Truth?

Lang Ruoxian nods calmly: “I’m better than him.”

“Ha-ha! I’ll wait and see then.” Lang Qin pats his shoulder and leaves in the early morning next day.

Yan Hua thinks Lang Qin and his son very strange, but even stranger is Deng Jingjing. She hasn’t went out for a few days after Lang Cha spoke to her secretly and next day she went to the hospital to pick Lang Li up.

“What’s more, she now serves Lang Li diligently every day.” Yan Hua answers. Fei Ying asks her what happened to Lang Li recently when they sit again in the cafe across the street from the parent-child education center.

“It’s said that Lang Ruoxian might be the luckiest illegitimate son, who rose to power so quickly and now he even takes over the reins of the office.” Fei Ying takes a cashew nut, “I guess Deng Jingjing is afraid, after all, the real master now is Lang Ruoxian.”

“There will be no room for her in the Lang Family if she doesn’t serve Lang Li well.”

Yan Hua frowns: “You’re right, but I always feel like there’s something missing...”

“The class will be ended in one hour, shall we go to the shopping mall nearby?” Seeing Yan Hua’s annoyance, Fei Ying suggests, “Buy, buy, buy, that may kill your bother.”

Fei Ying wants to buy slippers, in the very gaudy style with flowers which hits big online.

“This brand also releases new similar designs, the quality are definitely better than online.” Yan Hua is dragged into the shop where she sees many tawdry slippers with large flowers, but most of them look good and nice.

So she wants to buy one too.

“You promised last time to leave a purple one for me, now you sell it to someone else and I have to wait again. Tell me, how can I wait? I’m going on a trip abroad. I don’t care. You have to find me a purple pair today!”

Standing nearby to choose shoes with Yan Hua, Fei Ying whispers: “Look at that man, he wears purple socks.”

“So what’s wrong with the purple socks?” Yan Hua answers in a lower voice.

“Don’t you know?” Fei Ying says evilly, “Usually, men in purple socks work as that...”

“That?”

“Public Relations, the prostitute...”

Yan Hua shows a goddamn look and Fei Ying tugs at her sleeve, “Really, Fei Yi told me that.”

“Fei Yi even told you this?” Yan Hua has never seen a male PR guy before, so she steals a few glances.

They murmur for a long time when the man is arguing with the clerk. Then his phone rings and he goes to Yan and Fei’s side to answer the phone.

“Darling!”

Yan Hua shivers at his sound. The guy speaks like a spoiled child and keeps calling the one at the other end of phone “darling.” What? Yan Hua listens carefully for a second and an image rushes to her: Why is the sound from the phone so familiar?

“So when could you come out?” The guy twists his body coquettishly, “I haven’t seen you for over half a month, and I miss you.”

“Don’t give me money, I’m not after it. You know that, I did all for you. “

Fei Ying pretends vomiting, while Yan pats her gravely: “What? You’re sacred?”

“No, I thought... “ She doesn’t finish her words.

While the man says again: “If the Lang Family’s affairs can’t be resolved, you will never come out to see me, right?”

Yan opens her eyes widely the moment she realizes who is at the other end of his phone!

Lang Ruoxian has been busy these days. As now the head of the whole Lang Consortium with thousands of employees, he has to plan carefully for the future ahead.

“Young Master, don’t you go back to the apartment?” Coming out of the office, Shu Sheng asks.

“Back to the old house.” Lang Ruoxian looks in a good mood.

Because Yan Hua called him this afternoon to try to back tonight. Don’t mention to try, Lang Ruoxian would climb back if it’s possible.

It’s already 2 o’clock at mid-night, and Yan Hua is still watching from the window. Seeing Lang Ruoxian’s car coming back, she rushes to the door and waits there.

Lang Ruoxian is about to knock when Yan Hua’s bedroom door is opened.

“Miss me so much?” Lang Ruoxian smiles, and walks in to kiss her.

Yan Hua wipes her face and says seriously: “I found a great secret!”

“I’m all ears.” Lang Ruoxian glances at Gungun, and the little baby sleeps sound with bubbles between the tender lips.

Yan Hua throws him onto the sofa: “Deng Jingjing has a gigolo outside!”

Lang Ruoxian raises his eyebrows: “How did you find out?”

“I...” Yan Hua pauses, “Wait, how did I find out? You... you knew it already?”

“Yes.” With her big eyes widened, Yan Hua looks charming and lovely, and Lang Ruoxian can’t help pulling her over to hug.

Yan Hua jumps up: “Do not touch me. Please make it clear, when did you know that?”

“When she was finding one.”

Yan Hua thinks for a second, “She knew your father had a mistress, so she went out to find a gigolo too?”

“Something like this.” Lang Ruoxian’s casual answer increases Yan Hua’s suspicion.

“Don’t say that. Tell me what is going on.”

Lang Ruoxian signed: “Give me a hug first.”

This time, Yan Hua sits in his arms without hesitation: “Fine, tell me!”

“So you do want to know...” Lang Ruoxian smiles, “Knowing Lang Li was looking for a lover outside, Deng Jingjing met this PR guy through her friends and spent a lot of money to keep him under her care.”

“That’s all?” Yan Hua looks at him doubtfully.

“That’s all.” Lang Ruoxian’s body suddenly becomes straight and tight.

“So Grandpa did know she has a lover?” Yan Hua remembers that Lang Ruoxian once mentioned that Lang Cha has many contacts in the hand after riding the whirlwind in the business circle for his whole life.

Anything Lang Ruoxian can find out, Lang Cha can discover too.

“He knew it and warned her that night.” Lang Ruoxian puts gently his hands around Yan Hua’s waist, “Grandpa told her that she would get nothing if my dad dies.”

No wonder that Deng Jingjing suddenly became so virtuous to serve Lang Li well by herself each day.

“So Grandpa must know Lang Li has a concubine outside.” Yan Hua says firmly.

Lang Ruoxian nods and his body is still rigid. But Yan Hua is so focused on the question that she ignores the physical changes of the man’s body.

“Someone has to take responsibility for my dad’s situation...”

“What do you mean?” Yan opens her mouth, “the gigolo poisoned...”

She stops abruptly and finally through her thin leisure-wear she feels something warm and hard between her legs.

“You...” Yan Hua tries to stand up.

Lang Ruoxian put his hands around her: “Don’t move! Or I will eat you now!”

.”..” Yan Hua dares not move.

They hold each other in silence. Yan Hua can feel Lang Ruoxian’s rapid breathing and his hot hands at her waist.

She wants to ask him if he is all right, but he can’t fool her. Yan can feel that the thing under her nightdress, instead of getting smaller, becomes bigger...

“LANG RUOXIAN.” Yan Hua gnashes her teeth.

Lang Ruoxian picks Yan Hua up unexpectedly, puts her on the bed and rushes out of the bedroom.

Yan Hua hurriedly slips into the quilt, and after a few minutes, she still feels that the place of her body is warm. She can’t help but stretch her hand to touch it. When she realizes what she is doing she buries her head into the quilt angrily.

He is the one to blame, rogue!

“You checked? It really was Deng Jingjing on the phone?” Fei Ying keeps thinking about the encounter and calls Yan Hua in the early morning next day.

Yan says yes and shares her no more information about it. It’s the business of Lang Family after all.

“I met the mistress of Lang Li last time. Don’t you think she has now another gold daddy?” Fei Ying gossips, “Fei Yi said it wouldn’t be over, because your grandpa will not let the one who poisoned his son go so easily.”

Yan Hua says to herself: “It’s the same as what Lang mentioned last night.”

So she keeps thinking about it and watching news online, and waiting for some breaking messages on Lang Li’s mysterious mistress. Nearly half a month has passed and there is still no news. Yan Hua gradually forgets it.

“Young Master.” Shu Sheng gives Lang Ruoxian an address, “Here’s where Lang Cha locks up the person, and he visits there by himself... Now the one inside has been tortured to death.”

Lang Ruoxian squints at it: “Sooner or later, Grandpa will find it out wrong.”

“Shall we take the first strike to...”

“Go. Try to set her free, and she will surely come to the company.” Lang Ruoxian knocks on the table twice, “then we need no strike.”

One day at the end of May, a woman covered in wounds bursts into Lang’s Tower and says she wants to meet Lang Ruoxian. Seeing her ill-fitting dress and black and blue face, the receptionist is afraid to let her go upstairs.

The receptionist tells the security guard to throw her out, and the woman starts crazy yelling:

“I didn’t kill Lang Li! I know nothing about it!”

“It wasn’t me, really, wasn’t me...”

She struggles desperately and scratches the security guards. No one dare to call the police because of what she is screaming, and someone goes upstairs to notify Lang Ruoxian. But before Lang Ruoxian comes downstairs, Lang Cha surrounded by a crowd hurries into the tower.

“Take her away.” Lang Cha commands with a sullen face.

While someone called the police. The police cars with siren ringing stop at the front gate of the tower.

“Grandpa?” Lang Ruoxian goes out from the elevator.

Finally Yan Hua finds the online news about Lang Li’s mistress, with a photo of the front gate of Lang’s company, where stand Lang Ruoxian, Lang Cha and policemen...

“Yan Hua, Yan Hua! Did you read the news?” Fei Ying calls Yan Hua first to gossip.

“...Just read it.” Yan rolls her eyes, “And you do have nothing else to care?”

“Everyone care about it, not only me.” Fei says, grinning over the phone.

That’s true, news goes viral online and citizens particularly concern about love and enmity affairs of magnates.

“I know less than you. As the saying online, the mistress put Lang Li on a diet that could slowly cause his organ to fail.”

Fei Ying and Yan Hua heave a sign, and so do the netizens. Most of them are in a panic and rush to check if their daily diet has any problem. At last the government has to invite some health experts to counter these rumors.

Reading the news online, Deng Jingjing throws the newspaper into the dustbin and shows a look of satisfaction. Her phone rings just then and she looks at the number calling.

“Lang Ruoxian? Why do you call me?”

Lang’s voice is as faint as usual: “Auntie, there’s something I think I have to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“About... the reason why you learned cooking.”