hotmtlnovel Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Jian Jing knew what she looked like in Fang Limin's eyes: a girl with a bit of a temper but also some ability.
He wanted to use her, so he flattered and pleased her to satisfy her vanity. At the same time, he also wanted to threaten and warn her to obediently follow his instructions without taking initiative.
To put it nicely, it was called combining kindness and severity. To be blunt, it was nothing more than carrots and sticks. But no matter which one, it seemed to have succeeded.
During the investigation process, she complained a lot, but still found the murderer and groom for him as instructed.
He thought he had grasped her and seen through her completely.
So when she took out a gun, he was not afraid at all. He pretended to be weak as a joke that men like to tease and pamper women - look, the little kitten is showing her claws. I'll just pretend to be scared and play along.
He was confident and self-assured that everything was under his control.
Jian Jing had endured him until now for this very moment, when he was most complacent, to destroy his self-confidence.
In fact, she had already stuffed all the bullets from the gun into the storage box. Even the darkest villain would not get his head blown off.
But Fang Limin didn't know that.
With this shot, his sense of control over her would vanish into thin air.
You thought I was just making empty threats. No, I really will shoot.
You thought I was a principled justice warrior. No, I really can kill you when I go crazy.
You thought I was conquered, controlled and seen through by you. No no no, I was deceiving you.
I'm the one who sees through everything.
I'm the hunter.
The brink of death feeling is enough to eliminate all desires and destroy all self-confidence.
Damn, you're so easily scared!
"Knock knock knock," a knocking sound came from outside the door. The secretary's calm voice was mixed with caution: "Chairman, do you have any instructions?"
"Pour a nice cup of tea for Miss Jian," Fang Limin said. His tone was a little strange.
But the secretary didn't notice: "Yes."
Jian Jing smiled imperceptibly. Look, only now did she get a cup of tea.
The secretary quickly brewed some expensive tea leaves. As soon as he entered the door, the faint tea fragrance drifted everywhere.
Fang Limin said, "This is this year's Ming Qian tea."
Jian Jing understood. Although she didn't know much about tea, she knew Ming Qian tea was as expensive as gold. She said, "It smells nice."
"This is worthy of Miss Jian," Fang Limin recovered his composure. "You are our family's benefactor. Thanks to you, our Xiao Yan just escaped disaster."
"The groom has his own good fortune," Jian Jing politely declined the compliment as if she were just an ordinary girl. Now she no longer needed sharp words. "You flatter me too much."
"The younger generation is formidable," Fang Limin praised. Then his tone changed, "Although my abilities are limited, you saved a father's child. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Jian Jing nodded: "There is."
Fang Limin calmly said, "What is it?"
"I want to find someone," she said slowly. "Have you heard of Grandmaster Tian Qi?"
Fang Limin pondered.
Jian Jing remained silent and waited. He didn't speak, so she didn't speak either.
After about three to five minutes, Fang Limin finally said, "I've heard this name before. He seems to be a moderately famous feng shui master."
"How can I find him?"
Fang Limin said, "This person is very mysterious. He only takes referrals from close contacts. It won't be easy for you to find him."
"Not even Chairman Fang can do it?"
He smiled and lightly sipped the fragrant tea, "You don't have to try to provoke me. I said I would thank you, so I certainly will." After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's do this. I'll ask some friends and see if there is a way."
"Then thank you in advance," said Jian Jing. Her goal was achieved. She didn't want to stay a minute longer.
"Does Miss Jian have no other requests?" he asked.
"Other requests?" Jian Jing spread her hands. "You've already paid 30 million to save the groom. I don't think there's anywhere else that needs to thank me."
Fang Limin raised his eyebrows.
"The chairman doesn't think I'll do two tasks but only take one reward?" she smiled.
After ordering her around all day, even if it was for the system task, she had to nip him for some money. Otherwise, it would be hard to get rid of the feeling of being ordered around.
Fang Limin said, "Of course not. But since the person I wanted got away, you can only get 10 million."
Jian Jing looked at him for a moment. As expected of a businessman. At times he needed to be shrewd, he wouldn't let go of a penny.
“She never told me who my father was, and I never asked. He may have died or gotten married.” Kang Mu Cheng started talking and realized that it wasn't as difficult to talk about as he had imagined. “Although I don't feel that lacking a father had any impact on my life, this is an area that is very unfamiliar to me.”
Jian Jing listened in silence.
He said: “At your age, you probably think thirty is very old?”
Jian Jing said: “As long as one doesn't die, everyone will reach thirty.”
Kang Mu Cheng laughed. But he said: “When I was twenty, I thought the same way. Thirty seemed like the age when one would already be a father. But time passed in the blink of an eye. There is nothing that must be done at a certain age. Family and marriage are not necessities for me, I'm in no hurry.”
Jian Jing nodded: “That’s fine too.”
Kang Mu Cheng couldn’t help glancing at her.
“What are you looking at me like that for? Do you think I'm very old-fashioned? That one must get married and fall in love?” She retorted irritably.
Kang Mu Cheng chuckled. He realized that this topic was not actually difficult to discuss. When he was willing to be frank with her, she was also generous in sharing her views.
“Girls generally crave those things more.” He recalled Rong Rong, she had been so happy at the wedding today, eyes shining bright, like a crowned princess.
Jian Jing dismissed it and repeated Chi Feng’s words: “Romance affects my IQ.”
Kang Mu Cheng: “?”
Afraid that he had set a bad example, he quickly added: “Not necessarily.”
Jian Jing refused to continue on the topic, and asked instead: “What about President Kang? Isn’t she coming home?”
Kang Mu Cheng: “She went out drinking with friends.”
Jian Jing: “...Impressive.”
Attending an event in the morning, then taking a plane to rush back for a wedding, and going out drinking afterwards, such vitality was truly astounding.
She would not have managed. Her eyelids kept drooping now, exhausted from sleepiness.
Kang Mu Cheng: “Sleep if you want to. I'll wake you when we arrive.”
Jian Jing mumbled in acknowledgement, her eyelids instantly closed as she fell asleep.
Kang Mu Cheng shook his head, pulled over to stop the car, took a blanket from the backseat and spread it over her. Only then did he reduce his speed and leisurely drive back to her home.
When they arrived, he woke her up, accompanied her into the elevator and sent her to her home. Only after ascertaining no one else was home did the knot in his heart untie.
“Meow.” Buding walked over, meowing at the bathroom.
Kang Mu Cheng looked at it.
It looked back at Kang Mu Cheng.
He turned and left.
Buding circled around his feet: “Meow meow meow?” Aren't you going to scoop my litter?
Kang Mu Cheng: “You have two litter boxes.”
Buding, aggrieved: “Meow meow meow.” But I like that one.
Kang Mu Cheng admonished: “Don't be so fussy.”
Buding: “......”
Kang Mu Cheng was iron-faced and refused to indulge the cat's bad habits. He briskly closed the door and left.
By the time he returned home, it was almost midnight.
"Auntie Wang, stew some sweet soup." He told the housekeeper, "My mother went out drinking again."
Auntie Wang had worked in the Kang household for seven or eight years, and was very familiar with the temperaments of her two employers, young and old. She immediately acknowledged and went to the kitchen to get busy.
While working, she also asked: “Do you want something to nibble on first? You went out for drinks today, didn’t eat well right?”
“Cook me a bowl of noodles and make me a cup of tea.” Kang Mu Cheng said.
He took a shower, changed into loungewear, ate a bowl of noodles in the dining room for a late night snack, then took the teacup to the study to start working.
At two in the morning, President Kang returned home, kicked off her high heels, and headed straight for the kitchen to take the stew.
Kang Mu Cheng heard the noise and went downstairs. Frowning at her, he asked: “How much did you drink?”
“Not much, just two glasses.” After downing a bowl of the hot stew, President Kang felt warm and cosy inside. “My son is so good, knowing to keep supper for me.”
Kang Mu Cheng shook his head: “You should drink less too.”
“I’ll drink a bit more while I’m still young, won’t be able to once I’m older.” President Kang blinked and mysteriously said: “Right, let me tell you something. Someone went to the police station to confess today, said Fang Limin wanted to kill her, and produced some nice stuff.”
Kang Mu Cheng: “What?”
“Remember Qili Bridge from eleven years ago?” President Kang said. “The big bridge collapsed, killing over eighty people and severely injuring over a hundred. It was Fang Corporation's project.”
Kang Mu Cheng softly inhaled.
“Their stock is going to plunge.” President Kang's eyes were bright, not at all like a drunk person. “Let’s think of a way to acquire Fang’s Dream Tower.”