Chapter 17: Packaged and Delivered

“Such a little rascal!” A smile warmed his eyes, softening his expression. After a brief silence, those weathered eyes fixed intently on her. “Girl, leave the Chu family for a while.”

“What did you say?” Chu Yitong nearly jumped to her feet. He wanted her to go live with a man? Had he lost his mind? That was practically sending a lamb into a tiger’s den!

“That is exactly what I have decided.” Every word from Chu Wentian was clear. “After breakfast, Uncle Hai will take you there.”

She stared hard at him, trying to determine whether he was serious. Unfortunately, she was disappointed. His expression was solemn beyond measure. Her fingers curled unconsciously, then slowly relaxed. In a slightly hoarse voice devoid of emotion, she said, “I understand.”

She rose and walked outside. There was no need to guess—her luggage should already be in Uncle Hai’s car. All she had to do was deliver herself there.

She had taken only two steps when a shout came from behind her.

“Girl!”

She stopped but did not turn around. The words that reached her ears made her want to charge back and fight him to the death.

“Girl, you haven’t spoken for too long, so your voice sounds absolutely dreadful. I prepared some excellent lozenges for you. Remember to take them on time, or you may never get married!”

“...”

He had already packed her off to someone else, yet he was still worried she would not be able to marry. Had he gone senile?

Ignoring him, she quickened her pace and left the laughter behind.

When she reached the place where she had gotten out of the car the previous day, Uncle Hai was already waiting. The moment he saw her, he came forward.

“Miss.”

“Uncle Hai!”

Before he could react, she opened the car door herself and climbed into the back seat. Her gaze fell on the servants in the distance as she rubbed her throbbing temples and lowered her head in thought.

“Miss, what did the old master—?”

Seeing her like this, Uncle Hai could not help worrying.

“It’s fine. He knows.”

The situation had not merely failed to make sense; it had grown more and more confusing. She clenched her hand into a fist, only to feel something hard press against her palm. It was the card the old master had slipped to her before she left, calling it an all-purpose card. She had not had time to examine it closely.

It was about the size of a bank card and appeared to have been made using gilded embossing, shining brilliantly in the light. She brought it closer for a look. There was only an English name and a mobile number printed on it.

Was this the person she was supposed to find?

“Miss, the card in your hand is made of gold foil.” Uncle Hai saw it through the rearview mirror. It was not something an ordinary person could possess. “Did the old master give it to you?”

“Yes,” she answered softly.

She had not expected it to be made of pure gold. Whoever she was meant to find clearly had an extraordinary identity.

“Where are we going?”

“I only know that it is somewhere in Linghai City. The old master told me to ask you for the exact address.” Uncle Hai wondered what, exactly, the old master was planning. The young lady clearly had no idea herself.

“Just drive around for a while, Uncle Hai.”

She needed a little time to adjust to everything that had happened so suddenly.

She did not know how long the car had been driving when she opened her eyes. Her gaze was clear and limpid. She raised her wrist to check the time, pressed her lips tightly together, took out her phone, and dialed the number.

At that moment, in the president’s office on the eleventh floor of Qingcheng Group, Xie Chenjing’s brows were slightly furrowed. His gaze was cool, and he seemed somewhat distracted. He set down the documents in his hand and walked to the window, his eyes settling on the distant horizon.

Secretary Xu was standing outside the office when she heard his crisp reply from within. She pushed open the door, and the first thing she saw was his tall, slender figure standing before the window. Sunlight scattered over him in fragments, unable to conceal his refined brilliance.

She awkwardly rubbed her nose. No wonder the women in the company were all crazy about him. Even his back alone was enough to hold one’s gaze. Though she was a married woman, she had still been dazzled before she knew it.

A handsome man truly was a disaster.

Quickly gathering her thoughts, she said, “President Xie, at noon you have a luncheon with the young master of the Rong Group.”