Chapter 3 (1/2)

How Can a Dead Fish Move?

Unlike his impatience with Xing Shu, Cheng Xingyang suddenly became very tender. “Linlin, you’re awake? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t go out today, okay? What? You have a fever. Is it serious?” His tone changed from joy to worry, and finally to panic.

Xing Shu leaned against the front passenger seat, playing with her hair. She did not ask further. After hanging up the phone, Cheng Xingyang honked twice. When he saw that the car was still stationary, he punched the steering wheel twice in anger. Xing Shu viewed his reaction with mirth. Earlier at the apartment—if he had just gone upstairs to take a look, he would have discovered her tryst with another man. However, Cheng Xingyang was not interested in her, and would not go to her apartment. Xing Shu smiled at the thought of his reaction when he found out.

Cheng Xingyang extracted his car keys in frustration and rushed into the storm without even taking his umbrella.

“We’re not going to the banquet?” Xing Shu called out after Cheng Xingyang’s departing figure.

“Linlin is sick. I’m going to take a look. She’s your good friend after all,” Cheng Xingyang replied.

“Indeed, you should take good care of my good friend.” Xing Shu’s eyes brimmed with sarcasm.

Cheng Xingyang stopped in his tracks, before quickly disappearing into the rain. Xing Shu sighed and looked at the rain outside. She turned her head and realized that the a*shole Cheng Xingyang had taken the car keys with him. She frowned. Unbeknownst to her, the traffic jam ahead had cleared at some point in time—her car was the only one left, blocking the way. It soon attracted a stream of invective.

While trying to find an umbrella to exit the car, she saw several used condoms in the gap between the seat and center console. Her face darkened, and her stomach churned with disgust. She opened the storage box and saw the limited edition lipstick—the gift she had given Xing Linlin previously. There were only 20 of them in the world, so the odds of coincidence were very low.

Xing Shu sneered. She did not give a hoot about Xing Linlin’s blatant provocation. Unable to find an umbrella, she exited the car in the heavy rain and was immediately drenched. She stood in the dark—soaked to the bone—and watched the traffic police tow the car away.

Wiping the rain off her face, Xing Shu intended to try her luck at hailing a cab at the sidewalk. Just as she walked over, she saw a black Bentley slowly stop in front of her. Not only was the Bentley’s license plate conspicuous, but there was also a small flag beside it—an authorization to enter and exit any place unimpeded, even if it were a restricted military area.

Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and smiled. She opened the car door and got in. “Young Uncle, what a coincidence.”

Cheng Lang gave Xing Shu a glance before looking away, fingertips casually fiddling with the Buddhist bracelet on his wrist. “My nephew doesn’t want you anymore?” He went for the jugular at the first chance he got.