After strolling through Antique Street, the sky had gradually darkened. Just then, Handsome B called, saying he had found Tang Jingrong’s exact location in Jin City. They agreed to meet at shop number one and set off together.
When Ye Shu and the other two returned to the first shop, they found both Big Commander B and Sun Nanjue had already arrived, so they asked, "Did you find out? What disease does Tang Jingrong’s father actually have?"
Sun Nanjue said, "We found out, it’s called Alzheimer’s Disease, or what people commonly call senile dementia. He’s only in the early stages—sometimes he remembers things, but sometimes he’s terribly forgetful. This time he had an episode and forgot everything. That’s why Tang Jingrong is planning to take him abroad for recuperation."
Ye Shu said, "If that’s the case, then let’s not delay, we should set off right away, to avoid any more trouble during the night!"
"Alright, let Big Commander B drive!" It was a rare occasion for Big Commander B to act as the driver for Ye Shu, speeding along the road with all sorts of drifting and smooth overtaking, showcasing his superb driving skills with a luxury car.
When he turned around, ready to boastfully ask them how his driving skills were, he found that they were both nauseously retching because of his driving.
"Handsome B, are you crazy? Do you even know how to drive?" Ou Linlin almost threw up.
"Hey, come on, no face given here? Even if you want to vomit, at least give me a good rating!"
"Good, my backside!" Sun Nanjue slapped Handsome B on the back of his head, "Can’t you drive, kid? You almost shook my gallbladder out."
"Hey, old man, why are you hitting him?" Qin Qianqian glared at Sun Nanjue, then said with a smile and applause, "Shuai Shuai, you’re so cool, I just love this kind of coolness! Shuai Shuai, you’re amazing, I love you!"
"Mmm—" After hearing Qin Qianqian’s words, Handsome B felt like vomiting himself. Professing love so casually, that felt a bit fake, didn’t it?
Only Ye Shu was deeply frowning, thinking about how to deal with Tang Jingrong later. Would showing up at his house late at night seem a bit too utilitarian?
The car stopped in front of a standalone villa, and after getting out, Ye Shu signaled for the two men to bring the gifts and then rang the bell on the villa’s iron gate.
The door opened, and an old woman peered out warily, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, could I ask if this is the home of Tang Jingrong, Mr. Tang?" Ye Shu had a pure smile on her face, like the sunshine illuminating the old woman’s somber countenance.
"That’s right, this is indeed Tang Mansion. But the young master has ordered that we do not accept any interviews from reporters during his stay at home," the old woman said, beginning to close the door.
"Wait a moment!" Sheng Shuai suddenly stepped forward and squeezed through.
The old woman became anxious, "Hey, what are you doing? Without Mr. Tang’s permission, no one is allowed in, or you’ll regret it!"
"Who’s causing a disturbance outside?" Along with a deep and stable male voice, a middle-aged man in a black suit of average height and excellent bearing stepped out from inside.
"Young master, they’ve come to see you," the old woman replied.
"Uncle Tang, I heard from my dad that you were back visiting, so I specially came to visit with my friends. You don’t mind, do you?" Qin Qianqian said, already briskly walking up to meet him, with the others following behind her.
"Oh? And who exactly is your father?" Tang Jingrong’s gaze focused on Qin Qianqian with curiosity.
"My father is Qin Musen, and I am his daughter, Qin Qianqian."
"Oh, so you’re Chairman Qin’s daughter." Tang Jingrong said, then countered, "Didn’t Chairman Qin ever tell you that I, Tang Jingrong, never discuss business during my private time?"