Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Kang nodded.
Leng Shuangwei was so unlucky that she had such a mother.
“Jiang Qifei didn’t call Miss. Feng after she got into the hospital. She only called Liao Qiulong,” Lu Kang said.
“I’m glad that she still has some sense of shame. She’s afraid that her daughter might know about all these,” Nian Junting showed disgust on his face when saying, “Now, let’s see what Liao Qiulong is going to do. If he turned out to be impervious to this situation, he shouldn’t blame me for being impolite.”
Lu Kang smiled, “I’ve bought those people whom Jiang Qifei hired to stalk Miss. Xu so he won’t suspect her.”
“Just 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.” 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.
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.
“Last time, you said that Jiang Qifei is Liao Qiulong’s mistress. Is that right?” Luosang showed the news to Nian Junting and said, “Is she going to become Mrs. Liao?”
Nian Junting glanced at her phone, then tasted the codfish. He then responded in a bland tone, “The older he is, the more muddled he becomes.”
“All men like pretty women,” Luosang gave him a sideways glance and said, “You might be obsessed with some woman too when you got old.”
Nian Junting put down his chopsticks, curved his lips in a smile and replied, “I’m not sure if I’ll be obsessed with some other woman, but I am sure that some woman will be obsessed with me. That, is inevitable.”
Luosang rolled her eyes. “If you dare flirt with another woman, I’ll find another man and make you so angry. Just like what your mother did to your father.”
Hearing that, Nian Junting couldn’t 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.
“You said that you know how to deal with Jiang Qifei. What if she became Mrs. Liao?” Luosang was getting worried.
“Liao Qiulong owns a public company, and I, am a financier. Do you think he can win me?” Nian Junting laughed carelessly.
Seeing the mysterious smile on his face, Luosang didn’t 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.
“The day after tomorrow, go to Yunnan with me.” Nian Junting refilled Luosang’s juice glass, “Yi Group is holding a shareholder’s meeting in the holiday resort in the film and television base. I need to be there.”
“I have classes,” Luosang replied.
“You’re not going to Beijing in the middle of this month anymore, so you can ask for leave,” Nian Junting reminded her, “Didn’t you say you wanted to convince Zeng Zhun?”
Luosang’s eyes glowed. That was an opportunity.
“Take the opportunity,” 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 Junting’s lap and said, “I can’t smell mushrooms. It makes me sick.”
“Take the chicken soup away,” 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.