Chapter 84: Send Me Home

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xing Shu had never interacted with Liu Xiangru before, yet she could callously make an innocent victim bear all the responsibility with just a phone call. How could she be a kind person? Was this the kind of woman Nie Heng liked?

Nie Heng frowned. Of course, he could read between the lines. “Xing Shu, I don’t know you, but I know Cheng Lang. He wouldn’t casually put a USB flash drive that involves tens of billions of yuan into his jacket pocket. I believe that Liu Chun did hire someone to give you the works. But you must have made up the part about the trade secrets.”

Xing Shu retorted, “So what if I made it up? If it wasn’t for my smarts, I

wouldn’t just have injured my feet, but my face would have been disfigured as well. You should know what looks mean to women, right?”

Nie Heng’s eyes slowly narrowed. “What do I have to do to make you give up pursuing the matter?”

Xing Shu said, “That depends on how far you can go for Liu Xiangru.”

Nie Heng bellowed, “Xing Shu!” A cold glint flashed across his eyes. If Cheng

Lang was not sitting beside him, he would have already laid hands on Xing Shu.

He warned Xing Shu, “Watch yourself if you know what’s good for you.”

Xing Shu sneered. “If I know what’s good for me? I’m the only victim here.

Maintaining the right to pursue the matter means I don’t know what’s good for

This was not the first time Nie Heng had been forced to eat humble pie before Xing Shu. He was so furious that he looked away from Xing Shu. Instead, he turned to Cheng Lang. “Aren’t you going to take her in hand?” He felt that Xing Shu was too conceited as a kept woman just because she was in Cheng Lang’s good graces.

Cheng Lang’s fingers played with his coffee cup. Sensing Nie Heng’s gaze, he slowly raised his head. “If someone wanted to disfigure Liu Xiangru’s face, what would you do?”

Nie Heng replied, “Of course I would kill him! I won’t even let his family off!” He continued. “How can Xing Shu compare to Liu Xiangru? Xiangru is my fiancée, the woman I want to marry. Xing Shu is just a fling you have; to cast aside when you get tired of her.” Nie Heng did not mince his words, even though Xlng Shu was right in front of him. Indeed, there was no need to be gentle. After all, this was something that both of them knew very well. Xing Shu knew that Cheng Lang was just toying with her. He was protecting her now because he had yet to be tired of her.

Xing Shu felt a stab in her heart. She slowly clenched her fists. “Nie Heng, this matter has nothing to do with whether I’m a fling or not. It’s about a man’s dignity.” She did not want to hear Cheng Lang’s answer, so she cleverly shifted the topic to a man’s dignity. Regardless ot how long her relationship with Cheng Lang could last, at least she was Cheng Lang’s woman now.

Cheng Lang looked up and his gaze landed on Xing Shu, as if he was trying to decide something.

Xing Shu’s body stiffened for a moment. She tried her best to maintain her poker face and even joked, “If Young Uncle can’t even protect a fling, won’t he be left a laughingstock?”

Nie Heng did not expect Xing Shu to give such an answer. He frowned and asked, “Xing Shu, what exactly do you want?”

Xing Shu lowered her eyes. “What I want is very simple. Liu Chun and Feng Jian have to apologize to me personally. I also have some questions for them. As for that hooligan at the police station, he has to go to jail.” She was not asking for a lot, and she made no mention of any trade secrets. It did not exist in the first place, so it was not propitious to further any investigation. Moreover, Nie Heng and Cheng Lang were as thick as thieves; she should not burn bridges.

Nie Heng lit a cigarette. “Fine, I’ll get them to come over.” He said something else, but Xing Shu tuned out. After Nie Heng left, she looked up at Cheng Lang. His expression was indifferent, as if he had not been affected by Nie Heng’s words.

Xing Shu laughed self-deprecatingly. Love was too cheap in Cheng Lang’s eyes. It was so cheap that it was not worth the effort to explore. Nie Xi was right—he was cold-hearted. Falling in love with him would only be doomed to perdition.

Xing Shu stood up and grabbed the walking stick. “Young Uncle, why don’t you get Jian Yaochuan to send me back?” She wanted to pull herself out of the abyss while her mind was still clear.

Cheng Lang looked up at her and stood up to pull her into his arms. “I’ll send you.”

He said “send”, not “stay”. Xing Shu ignored the sadness in her heart and forced herself to chin up. “Then I’ll have to trouble Young Uncle.”

The two of them did not speak along the way. When they returned to the apartment, Xing Shu hitched along on her walking stick. Seeing that Cheng Lang did not leave immediately, she could only hobble to the kitchen to boil water. “I only have instant coffee. You wouldn’t be used to it, so have some water instead..”