"Why did you guys only come out now? I’ve been waiting for you so long I almost froze to death. Where did you go? Weren’t we supposed to search together? How come I couldn’t find you anywhere?" the little fat man rattled off a string of questions, but Meng Ping and Du Xiaosong ignored him. Seeing that both had gotten into the car, he had no choice but to take the driver’s seat willingly.
"Meng Ping, that woman is the Young Chairman’s fiancée, right?" Du Xiaosong had only met him after being transferred by the senior leader next to Meng Ping, having only heard of his name before. But he had indeed known Meng Fan from the beginning, and it was Meng Fan whom he came for. He was the person he admired the most, the hero in everyone’s eyes. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Du Xiaosong’s question abruptly brought Meng Ping’s lofty thoughts back to earth.
"Didn’t that woman say she’d love only the Young Chairman for life and remain pure?"
The little fat man, driving in front, sneered at this, "Are you stupid or is she stupid? You believe that kind of talk? I’ve always said, if you can believe what women say, pigs can climb trees."
"What you said applies to men, not women," Meng Ping corrected, "But you’re right!" Indeed, the little fat man had said this before.
"Damn it!" Du Xiaosong punched the car window beside him, and with a crisp sound, the glass instantly shattered into countless pieces.
The cold wind howled in, and the little fat man was aggrieved, "Are you sick in the head? Do you know how much this car costs? Do you know where it was bought? Do you know what brand it is?"
"I don’t know!" Du Xiaosong bowed his head in shame, having lost his temper, he had forgotten that the car windows were not smash-resistant.
"You know... you, this car was bought by our boss from abroad, so expensive it would scare you to death."
Unmoved by the incessant chatter of the little fat man, Du Xiaosong stared stubbornly at Meng Ping with bloodshot eyes, "Why did you just stop me from killing that bitch?"
Meng Ping, touching his chin, curled up the corners of his mouth with a sinister smile, "Just dying like that would be letting her off too easy. I want her shattered, disgraced, and tasting a fate worse than death."
The little fat man and Du Xiaosong in the front seat couldn’t help but shiver.
"What about that man?"
"You’ll find out!" Meng Ping turned his head, staring out the window lost in thought, not minding the cold wind pouring in. He was as still as a dead pool of water; the little fat man gave Du Xiaosong a look, and the two silently agreed to stop talking.
Even the little fat man felt that the boss had changed this time around, although he was still so kind to him. But he felt very strange, as if he had become a different person.
Firecrackers on the first day of the lunar new year had begun faintly sounding from before dawn, and by morning, every household in the nearby villages was setting them off. Qigang got up early, made a trip to the Rescue Association, and finished everything that needed to be done at the headquarters!
Sheng Ning woke up in a daze, her internal clock honed by years of training causing her to sit up sharply at the sound of the bugle. The sudden movement made her whole body hurt as though it were falling apart.
Sheng Ning’s scattered memories quickly collected, her dim eyes returning to lucidity. She remembered feeling something different on his side last night.
She was supposed to have asked him about it last night, but he cunningly dodged the question.
Could it be that he was injured and didn’t dare to tell her?
This thought made Sheng Ning unable to sit still any longer, and she hurriedly got out of bed to get dressed. Some of her clothes from yesterday were already torn to shreds, totally unwearable. Sheng Ning barely managed to make do before finally deciding to put on one of Qigang’s sweaters from the wardrobe.
And surprisingly, his sweater, worn on her, looked a bit like a loose-fitting dress, which only served to highlight her graceful, alluring figure.