Chapter 32: A Tangled Mess

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Secretary Xu emerged from the office in high spirits, feeling absolutely fantastic. When she saw Xiao Wang and Xiao Ruan standing guard outside, she flashed them a handsome thumbs-up. The two hurried over and asked in unison, “Sister Xu, how did it go?”

“Intense, passionate, and positively impossible to look at!” Secretary Xu piled on the adjectives, leaving them completely bewildered. They pestered her relentlessly. “Tell us everything! We want the gossip!”

“Come on, come on. Back to the office—I’ll tell you all about it.” With a grand sweep of her arm, she strode toward the secretary’s room, carrying herself like the leader of a gang.

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Hotel, Rong Zhenlin swirled the red wine in his glass. After Rong Xi had left, he drained it in one gulp, his tongue sweeping over the wine lingering at the corner of his mouth. His narrow eyes were filled with darkness. He lightly flicked his cuff twice, then slowly rose, preparing to leave.

At that moment, the phone on the table rang.

He lowered his head and frowned in annoyance before answering. “What do you want?”

“Where are you fooling around now?” Rong Wei’s deep voice carried a trace of displeasure. His son had lost his mother at a young age, and Rong Wei had spoiled him considerably. Moreover, because of his demanding work, he had rarely been able to care for the boy. Hoping to make up for it, he had always granted nearly every request. He had never imagined that this would be the result.

“I’m not fooling around. I’m having a perfectly proper meal.” His face was full of impatience. The man was already well into his twenties, yet his father still insisted on controlling him every day.

“Come home for dinner tonight. There’s something I need to discuss with you.” How could he ever feel comfortable handing the Rong family over to this son? Xi’er was exceptionally capable, but unfortunately, she was a girl and could not inherit the family business.

Rong Zhenlin sat back down, crossed one leg over the other, and drawled lazily, “Whatever it is, say it over the phone. I have a date tonight. I don’t have time to go home.”

“You must come back!” The voice on the other end turned stern. If he did not rein his son in now, who knew what would happen? The boy had grown bold enough to disregard even his father’s orders.

“Fine, fine, I know!” Go home? What for—to watch that little slut fawn all over him? Still, the woman certainly knew what she was doing. Tsk, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed himself. Perhaps tonight…

“Be home before six.” Rong Wei issued the order directly and hung up before he could reply.

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“Hmph. Just wait until I inherit the fortune.”

He tossed the phone onto the table, picked up the wine bottle, and poured himself another drink. He continued drinking until his eyes were bloodshot, then staggered outside. At the elevator, he waited for the car to slowly rise. The moment the doors opened, he lurched inside, both hands apparently grabbing two soft, yielding masses.

A scream immediately rang in his ears. “Pervert! There’s a pervert!”

When he focused his eyes, he realized that the person shouting was Chu Feiyuan. She and Li Xiaofen had chosen the finest floor at the Imperial Hotel for their meal. As they were about to come upstairs, her mother had run into an acquaintance and stopped to exchange pleasantries. Chu Feiyuan had grown impatient and taken the elevator up first, never expecting to encounter a pervert who would grope her.

“What are you screaming about?” Rong Zhenlin rubbed his ears and shook his heavy head hard. Squinting at her, he slurred, “You—you look like that, and you still think I’d molest you? Even if you were handed to me, I’d find you—find you unappealing. Don’t—don’t use such an outdated trick.”

“What did you say?” Chu Feiyuan’s face flushed bright red. How dare he speak to her that way? Without thinking, she brought her high heel down hard on the top of his foot. While he hopped about in pain, she shoved him out of the elevator, closed the doors, and pressed the button for the first floor.

After finishing her conversation with someone, Li Xiaofen had just been about to come upstairs when she saw Chu Feiyuan emerge from the elevator in a fury. She hurried over. “Yuanyuan, why are you coming back down?”

Secretary Xu emerged from the office in high spirits, feeling absolutely fantastic. When she saw Xiao Wang and Xiao Ruan standing guard outside, she flashed them a handsome thumbs-up. The two hurried over and asked in unison, “Sister Xu, how did it go?”

“Intense, passionate, and positively impossible to look at!” Secretary Xu piled on the adjectives, leaving them completely bewildered. They pestered her relentlessly. “Tell us everything! We want the gossip!”

“Come on, come on. Back to the office—I’ll tell you all about it.” With a grand sweep of her arm, she strode toward the secretary’s room, carrying herself like the leader of a gang.

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Hotel, Rong Zhenlin swirled the red wine in his glass. After Rong Xi had left, he drained it in one gulp, his tongue sweeping over the wine lingering at the corner of his mouth. His narrow eyes were filled with darkness. He lightly flicked his cuff twice, then slowly rose, preparing to leave.

At that moment, the phone on the table rang.

He lowered his head and frowned in annoyance before answering. “What do you want?”

“Where are you fooling around now?” Rong Wei’s deep voice carried a trace of displeasure. His son had lost his mother at a young age, and Rong Wei had spoiled him considerably. Moreover, because of his demanding work, he had rarely been able to care for the boy. Hoping to make up for it, he had always granted nearly every request. He had never imagined that this would be the result.

“I’m not fooling around. I’m having a perfectly proper meal.” His face was full of impatience. The man was already well into his twenties, yet his father still insisted on controlling him every day.

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“Come home for dinner tonight. There’s something I need to discuss with you.” How could he ever feel comfortable handing the Rong family over to this son? Xi’er was exceptionally capable, but unfortunately, she was a girl and could not inherit the family business.

Rong Zhenlin sat back down, crossed one leg over the other, and drawled lazily, “Whatever it is, say it over the phone. I have a date tonight. I don’t have time to go home.”

“You must come back!” The voice on the other end turned stern. If he did not rein his son in now, who knew what would happen? The boy had grown bold enough to disregard even his father’s orders.

“Fine, fine, I know!” Go home? What for—to watch that little slut fawn all over him? Still, the woman certainly knew what she was doing. Tsk, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed himself. Perhaps tonight…

“Be home before six.” Rong Wei issued the order directly and hung up before he could reply.

“Hmph. Just wait until I inherit the fortune.”

He tossed the phone onto the table, picked up the wine bottle, and poured himself another drink. He continued drinking until his eyes were bloodshot, then staggered outside. At the elevator, he waited for the car to slowly rise. The moment the doors opened, he lurched inside, both hands apparently grabbing two soft, yielding masses.

A scream immediately rang in his ears. “Pervert! There’s a pervert!”

When he focused his eyes, he realized that the person shouting was Chu Feiyuan. She and Li Xiaofen had chosen the finest floor at the Imperial Hotel for their meal. As they were about to come upstairs, her mother had run into an acquaintance and stopped to exchange pleasantries. Chu Feiyuan had grown impatient and taken the elevator up first, never expecting to encounter a pervert who would grope her.

“What are you screaming about?” Rong Zhenlin rubbed his ears and shook his heavy head hard. Squinting at her, he slurred, “You—you look like that, and you still think I’d molest you? Even if you were handed to me, I’d find you—find you unappealing. Don’t—don’t use such an outdated trick.”

“What did you say?” Chu Feiyuan’s face flushed bright red. How dare he speak to her that way? Without thinking, she brought her high heel down hard on the top of his foot. While he hopped about in pain, she shoved him out of the elevator, closed the doors, and pressed the button for the first floor.

After finishing her conversation with someone, Li Xiaofen had just been about to come upstairs when she saw Chu Feiyuan emerge from the elevator in a fury. She hurried over. “Yuanyuan, why are you coming back down?”