Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Kang nodded.
Leng Shuangwei was so unlucky that she had such a mother.
âJiang Qifei didnât call Miss. Feng after she got into the hospital. She only called Liao Qiulong,â Lu Kang said.
âIâm glad that she still has some sense of shame. Sheâs afraid that her daughter might know about all these,â Nian Junting showed disgust on his face when saying, âNow, letâs see what Liao Qiulong is going to do. If he turned out to be impervious to this situation, he shouldnât blame me for being impolite.â
Lu Kang smiled, âIâve bought those people whom Jiang Qifei hired to stalk Miss. Xu so he wonât suspect her.â
âJust in case, keep a close eye on him. Luo is pregnant after all. We need to be careful. I have to get our dad out of prison as soon as I can. Hopefully, we can get married this year.â The more he thought about it, the more delighted he was. He told himself that he must watch those people closely, in case some other unexpected problems might occur.
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Five days later.
While having dinner in a riverside restaurant with Nian Junting, Luosang was checking Weibo on her phone, as she felt a little bored. There was news that Liao Qiulong, the shareholder of Qifeng, was going to divorce with his wife.
âLast time, you said that Jiang Qifei is Liao Qiulongâs mistress. Is that right?â Luosang showed the news to Nian Junting and said, âIs she going to become Mrs. Liao?â
Nian Junting glanced at her phone, then tasted the codfish. He then responded in a bland tone, âThe older he is, the more muddled he becomes.â
âAll men like pretty women,â Luosang gave him a sideways glance and said, âYou might be obsessed with some woman too when you got old.â
Nian Junting put down his chopsticks, curved his lips in a smile and replied, âIâm not sure if Iâll be obsessed with some other woman, but I am sure that some woman will be obsessed with me. That, is inevitable.â
Luosang rolled her eyes. âIf you dare flirt with another woman, Iâll find another man and make you so angry. Just like what your mother did to your father.â
Hearing that, Nian Junting couldnât help but think of Nian Qingyun.
Yesterday, his grandfather called and told him that Nian Qingyun was having high blood pressure lately, and that he planned to retire early.
That was probably because he was always angry.
âYou said that you know how to deal with Jiang Qifei. What if she became Mrs. Liao?â Luosang was getting worried.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLiao Qiulong owns a public company, and I, am a financier. Do you think he can win me?â Nian Junting laughed carelessly.
Seeing the mysterious smile on his face, Luosang didnât know what to say.
He did know how to play the business game. Liao Qiulong was an industrialist. He might not be a match for Nian Junting in business.
âThe day after tomorrow, go to Yunnan with me.â Nian Junting refilled Luosangâs juice glass, âYi Group is holding a shareholderâs meeting in the holiday resort in the film and television base. I need to be there.â
âI have classes,â Luosang replied.
âYouâre not going to Beijing in the middle of this month anymore, so you can ask for leave,â Nian Junting reminded her, âDidnât you say you wanted to convince Zeng Zhun?â
Luosangâs eyes glowed. That was an opportunity.
âTake the opportunity,â Nian Junting said as he put a shrimp on her plate.
At that moment, the waiter served a mushroom chicken soup. Smelling the soup, Luosang immediately felt sick.
She hurriedly dragged over a bin and brought up what she had just eaten.
Nian Junting quickly stood up and patted her on the back.
After vomiting, Luosang barely had time to catch her breath before the second round started. She even vomited some bile, which made a strong bitterness linger in her mouth.
When her stomach was finally emptied, she wiped her mouth, raised her head and weakly leaned against Nian Juntingâs lap and said, âI canât smell mushrooms. It makes me sick.â
âTake the chicken soup away,â Nian Junting waved at the waiter. Seeing this woman in his arms who was tender and soft like a cat, his heart twitched from time to time.