Chapter 89 - Chapter 89: Come In

Chapter 89: Come In

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Feng Jian knew who the cousin-in-law Liu Chun was talking about and she was instantly afraid. But at the same time, she was also very indignant. Why would Nie Heng help Xing Shu? Don’t tell me other than Cheng Lang, Xing Shu got her claws into Nie Heng too? Feng Jian was so angry that her scalp went numb, and her eyes were filled with malice. Xing Shu wanted her to apologize in person? Fine, just as well that she had nowhere to vent her anger!

Half an hour later, Feng Jian and Liu Chun arrived at Xing Shu’s apartment promptly. Liu Chun raised her hand and banged on the door rudely. Then, she crossed her arms and looked at Feng Jian with an unbelievably cold expression. “You dare to use me as a tool this time. You’re something. When this matter is over, we’re done. I don’t have a friend like you.”

Feng Jian explained, “What happened this time was really unexpected. I didn’t know that Xing Shu would be so brazen as to fabricate tens of billions of trade secrets.” Moreover, six or seven men failed to give Xing Shu—a woman—the works. They even let her escape. Feng Jian did not show it on her face, but she was silently complaining that Liu Chun’s henchmen were all imbeciles. Although the two of them were marginal figures in the family, they had been living in luxury since they were young. Now, they did not see eye to eye.

Liu Chun lamented her bad luck and banged on the door again.

In the bedroom, Xing Shu was woken up by the heat. The orange light of the setting sun shone in through the window, coating the blanket with a warm orange color. Beside the window, Cheng Lang was wearing a simple sleeping robe and using her computer to deal with the company emails. His side profile was hidden in the shadows, and his hair was enveloped in a warm light.

Xing Shu could not help but take a few more glances. This was not the first time she had seen Cheng Lang like this. But no matter how many times she looked at him, he never failed to mesmerize her.

Cheng Lang had been getting it on with her since noon; for more than five hours. Now, he still had the energy to work. Xing Shu rubbed her sore waist and felt that she had brought this upon herself.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Cheng Xingyang was here again? She casually put on a shirt and walked to the window languidly. She bent down and kissed Cheng Lang on the lips. “I’ll have to trouble Young Uncle to hide in the bedroom. I need to get the door.”

Cheng Lang’s fingers paused as he glanced at Xing Shu’s neck. The hickeys from before had yet to disappear, and now there were new ones. Thinking that it might be a certain man at the door, he frowned and raised his hand to button her clothes one by one. Even when he buttoned the top one, he still felt that it was not enough. He reminded her, “Put on your scarf.”

Xing Shu was suffocating from the buttons. She raised her hand and was about to unbutton it when Cheng Lang grabbed her wrist. “Or go change.”

The corners of Xing Shu’s mouth curled up for a moment at Cheng Lang’s inexplicable possessiveness. She turned around and took a high-collared shirt. She took off her clothes without any inhibition. After changing, she even mimicked a model’s catwalk turn in front of Cheng Lang. “Will this do?”

Cheng Lang looked away, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his face. “Barely.”

Xing Shu rolled her eyes and walked towards the living room with her walking stick. She closed the door behind her. Feng Jian and Liu Chun were getting impatient waiting outside. Just as they were about to continue banging, the door opened.

Xing Shu was not expecting them. She raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable. Don’t stand on ceremony.”

Liu Chun had planned on vituperation, but when she saw Xing Shu’s smiling face, she felt it would be useless. Then, she saw that Xing Shu’s place was so small. Compared to her villa, it could only be described as a slum. Feng Jian— who was beside her—could not control her expression. She looked at Xing Shu with hatred.

Xing Shu walked to the couch unhurriedly and put down her walking stick. “Come in. Don’t stand at the door.”

Steam came out of Feng Jian’s ears. “Xing Shu, don’t be too smug!”

Xing Shu glanced at the coffee table. The water she had poured for Cheng Lang had already turned cold. She picked it up and took a sip. “I’ll only ask you a few questions. After I’m done, you can officially apologize.” She put down the cup and found a comfortable position to look at Feng Jian and Liu Chun. “Which one of you is the main perpetrator and which one is the accomplice?”

Feng Jian slowly clenched her fists by her side. She wished she could take the fruit knife on the table and cut Xing Shu’s face! This b*tch! The more nonchalant she was, the more uncomfortable Feng Jian felt. Seeing that Xing Shu’s feet were covered in thick bandages, she went forward and wanted to step on Xing Shu’s feet.

Xing Shu dodged quickly. She retracted her leg and splashed the water. Feng Jian’s hair instantly became wet as she screamed and pounced on Xing Shu..

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