Chapter 449: Chapter 449
Downstairs, Wang Jinhui silently watched until Tang Mei left his line of sight and the sound of footsteps faded, followed by the dull noise of a closing door.
"Madam is fine, Mr. Wang..." Li Fugui started to say something but then stopped, and retreated with a smile.
Tang Mei, are you okay?
Wang Jinhui shook his head thoughtfully.
He was worried of course. He just hoped that the contents of the file bag were what Tang Mei wanted and prayed she wouldn’t sulk and take it out on her health.
But now, what should he do?
It was only three o’clock, too early for dinner. Last time it was pear with bird’s nest soup; this time, let’s go with red dates and goji berries.
Thinking this, Wang Jinhui headed to the kitchen.
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Knock knock knock, knock knock knock.
"Tang Mei... are you asleep?"
How could she possibly be asleep? He really had picked the most boring way to break the ice.
"The door isn’t locked. Come in."
With permission granted, Wang Jinhui swiftly entered and made a beeline for the balcony, as if afraid he would miss his chance if he were a step late.
At that moment, Tang Mei was lying on a lounge chair, holding the file bag in her arms, her expression serene.
It was good news, the answer she wanted.
Her father indeed had his secrets, and all his actions were in fulfillment of his duties.
"Come, try my cooking."
Wang Jinhui did not inquire about the contents of the file bag, nor did he ask who the middle-aged woman was. He only gently carried the bird’s nest soup to Tang Mei.
His movements were tender, his voice warm.
Although Tang Mei didn’t say anything more, she slightly opened her mouth, accepting the man’s feeding.
"Is it too hot? Eat some more."
"I remember before..." Wang Jinhui seemed to want to say something but changed what he was going to say after a glance at Tang Mei, "This is good for women."
"Jinghui, thank you."
Wang Jinhui’s hand holding the soup spoon paused for a moment, then he said with a smile, "Why be formal with me?"
"Jinghui, if, I mean if, Jiang Ruowan—the one you’ve waited half a lifetime for—turned out different from what you imagined. If she did something very... shocking, would you regret knowing her in this life, or regret... back then—"
"No regrets. She is who she is. No matter how she changes, she’s still my Ruowan, my wife."
The man’s gaze was intense, his voice firm.
"Jinghui... thank you."
"Why be formal with me?"
At hearing these words again, Tang Mei’s lips slightly curled, but her eyes were already moist.
As time trickled by, they kept each other company, speaking of the ambiguous past that only they could understand.
The street view of Huang City was glittering with colors.
Rows of luxury cars shuttled through the night, all eventually stopping at the exclusive parking area of Yelanxiang.
Tonight, all the private rooms were full, booked by distinguished figures and high society, from January to December, early on.
Why use the months as the names of the rooms?
To make it easy for guests to remember and also to save the hassle of thinking up new names—it killed two birds with one stone.
At the end of the corridor was the manager’s office.
Despite the interior being sumptuously and exquisitely decorated, it was as quiet as death at that moment.
Leng Lingxiao, dressed in austere black, lounged on the sofa, indolent and inscrutable, with no hint of whether he was pleased or angry.
His and Tang Xiaowan’s sudden appearances threw everyone off guard, stirring a frenzy of inner turmoil.
"If you’ve done nothing wrong, why be afraid? Hmm?"
"Then why are you still lingering here?"
"Madam... Is she really... going to move about freely tonight? Should we not assign someone to follow her?" The manager stood respectfully, hardly daring to breathe.
Ugh, she’s like a little ancestor!
If she encountered someone rash, someone who offended her, it would be the end of his tenure as a manager.
A single cold glance swept from Leng Lingxiao.
"Yes, your subordinate will arrange it right away."
After finishing his words, the manager quickly vanished, and Leng Lingxiao slowly picked up the square cup and drained it in one gulp.
Well, who could blame him for angering his Little Wife? Anyway, this place was full of his people, so he doubted that Wang Junchen could stir up any trouble.
Meanwhile, the hall presented a different scene.
Tang Xiaowan roamed around and suddenly noticed a man playing the piano, with two women swooning over him like lovesick fools.
Tch, that’s all? Compared to my Huahua... not even close, now that’s what you call a real catch.
With arched eyebrows and starry eyes, standing tall and handsome!
This thought brought a smile to Tang Xiaowan’s face.
In fact, she, blessed with exceptional looks, was no less a stunner in the eyes of others.
Clad in a dark red vintage gown, she was lively and charming, someone no one would expect to be the formidable Chairman of Lingxiao Group’s wife and the secret owner of this top-tier club.
Her 20-year-old visage was vibrant, and her skin, fair and baby-soft, didn’t seem like that of a married woman.
After a moment, Tang Xiaowan chose a secluded corner to sit down, planning to thoroughly enjoy herself later that evening.
Then, a man’s voice called out from the side, "Little sister, may I buy you a drink?"
The man, sharply dressed, with his thin lips slightly curved, might not be strikingly handsome, but he was decent enough, certainly better than the piano player.
What the hell, being hit on?
Despite my enormous wedding ring, it’s invisible to him?
Oh, deliberately trying to seduce a married woman!
Tang Xiaowan regained her composure and replied coolly, "I’m afraid if I accepted... you wouldn’t be able to leave through these doors. I suggest you look elsewhere, sir."
Sadly, the man didn’t heed her kind warning, just smiled and adjusted his tie.
His eyes wandered, seeming determined to succeed.
How could Tang Xiaowan’s slender waist, her watery eyes, her pert nose, and her full lips not make the man’s heart skip a beat?
"Don’t worry; I naturally can’t get drunk."
What a boast, ’can’t get drunk.’ Seems more like you are shameless. This is really getting on my nerves!
His companion, however, was far more sober, certain that this young lady was no ordinary person, and her words were not without meaning.
Visitors to Yelanxiang either attended lavish parties or private business meetings; it was nearly impossible to find a young lady alone without a male companion.
He quickly glanced at Tang Xiaowan’s ring and bracelet, a chill running down his spine.
Is it real? Looks real.
Such a large ruby, such fine quality, she must be someone untouchable!
So, he stepped forward, pulling the man to one side, "Mr. Wang Junchen will soon arrive; let’s not delay and get going. The important matters await."
"Why are you so afraid of Wang Junchen?"
"Fine, fine, forget I said anything. I’ll go ahead, you do as you please."
"Go on, it’s not a big deal."
Tang Xiaowan’s eyes gleamed, and she couldn’t help but wonder: Huahua was right, Wang Junchen was indeed coming.
Hmph, you’ll be in for it soon.
In Huang City, there couldn’t be many named Wang Junchen, and even if there were, they wouldn’t likely be able to enter Yelanxiang and book a private room.
The man mistook Tang Xiaowan’s guardedness for the young girl being intimidated by Wang Junchen’s renown, feeling somewhat triumphant.
Indeed, having a lot of money made things easier!
"Little sister, how about... we chat for a while?" The man gestured at the couch across.
Still wants to sit down and discuss life?
"Sorry, I’m very busy, no time."
Tang Xiaowan dropped that line and strode away.
"Hey, little sister, where are you going?" The man, intrigued, followed suit.
Unbeknownst to him, in a room on the first floor, the club manager was monitoring everything through the security system.
Damn it! To have the audacity to hit on the boss’s wife, is he trying to make me lose my job?
"Go, handle it right away."
The security captain nodded, "Yes, boss."