Chapter 1413: Chapter 1413
The residential area’s security guard had been replaced and didn’t recognize Tang Zheng. After asking a few questions, they finally let him in.
He inserted the key and found the lock already open. Pushing the door and entering, he saw Meiqin, who had already taken a bath, wearing home clothes and cleaning the living room, which had a thick layer of dust.
"Why are you so slow?" Meiqin jogged over, bent down to take a pair of slippers from the rack, and placed them in front of Tang Zheng, then immediately started to help him take off his shoes.
"No need, I can do it myself." Tang Zheng hurriedly reached out to stop Meiqin. He wasn’t that lazy, and seeing her serving him like a docile wife made him a bit uncomfortable.
"The hot water is ready, you go take a bath first, I’ll go cook," Meiqin said, standing up with a happy smile and helping Tang Zheng take off his protective clothing.
"Mm, thank you!" Tang Zheng said, heading inside, unable to face Meiqin. He didn’t like the Beautiful Leg Stewardess, nor did he want to maintain this kind of relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse, worried it would hurt her.
"I won’t let anyone else have you." Watching Tang Zheng’s retreating figure, Meiqin clenched her fist, turned off his mobile phone that he had left on the sofa, and didn’t allow other women to disturb her happy time.
In the steam-filled bathroom, the hot water washed over him, seemingly taking away all his fatigue and making Tang Zheng feel revived.
It was a destined peaceful evening. After dinner, Tang Zheng sat on the sofa, holding the RC Unit, idly changing channels.
There were many news stories about air quality getting worse. Tang Zheng’s constitution had improved, and his sense of smell had become sensitive. Ordinary people might not notice it, but he could smell the pungent odor, which was an unfortunate side effect of his enhancements.
After quickly tidying up, Meiqin sliced a fruit platter and brought some beers, placing them on the tea table.
"It’s Saturday, why aren’t you watching the English Premier League? You used to love soccer, right?" Meiqin took the RC Unit and changed the channel.
"I forgot." Because of the Trojan Horse Game, Tang Zheng’s ordinary life was long gone. Once passionate about soccer, now he was passionate about disassembling firearms.
When the soccer fans’ unanimous singing came out of the speaker, Tang Zheng was a bit slow to react.
"That’s great, today’s the derby between Manchester United and Manchester City," Meiqin said, taking a fruit-topped toothpick and advancing it toward Tang Zheng’s mouth. On the television, Van Persie missed a shot, creating a crisis, "General Van Persie is amazing, the old knight spent his money well."
Tang Zheng ate the fruit, chewed a couple of times, and Meiqin naturally leaned against him.
"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Tang Zheng distracted, Meiqin curiously asked, willing to understand a sport she didn’t like at all just for him, memorizing every hobby he had.
"Nothing much, just suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. I feel like I’ve settled down," Tang Zheng laughed, "like after a busy day, enjoying some leisure private time."
"This is private time," Meiqin said, biting into an orange slice and moving it toward Tang Zheng’s lips.
Tang Zheng, uncomfortable with this flirtation, was about to turn his head when Meiqin kissed him, and he could feel the juice from the orange spreading in his mouth.
Meiqin opened Tang Zheng’s pajama shirt.
"That’s enough!" Tang Zheng pulled Meiqin up and pushed her down onto the sofa.
As the early morning sunlight warmed the bedroom, Tang Zheng opened his eyes and saw Meiqin lying on his chest.
Lifting Meiqin’s draped black hair, Tang Zheng caressed her back, unsure of what to do. He wanted to turn her down, but once he opened his mouth, the Beautiful Leg Stewardess would play dumb and deftly change the subject.
"Let’s just take it one step at a time!" Tang Zheng decided to call Sister Xiu Ru to inquire about her health.
"You lie down a bit longer, I’ll come and get you once breakfast is ready," Meiqin, awake now, kissed Tang Zheng, straightened up, and stretched like a cat.
Meiqin had a good figure, although her chest was a bit small. However, this chest-thrusting movement also revealed her curves flawlessly.
Pang Meiqin looked at Tang Zheng, wishing she could possess him entirely, not wanting any other woman to touch him.
"No wonder there were no incoming calls!" Having found the turned-off mobile phone, Tang Zheng glanced at the bedroom and didn’t blame Meiqin.
Upon turning it on, a series of vibration alerts for incoming call messages appeared, including those from An Xiuru and Lu Fan, but most surprisingly, there was a number with an English name that had called more than a dozen times, meaning it was unlikely to be a misdial. The source of this content ɪs novel·fire.net
He found An Xiuru’s number, but ultimately Tang Zheng didn’t call; he truly didn’t know what to say.
"Uncle, what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering the phone?" Lu Fan pouted, accusing Tang Zheng, "Are you messing around with some woman again? Let me declare first, if you’re getting married, you must get my approval."
"Why?" Tang Zheng laughed, noticing that Little Lolita was in a good mood.
"Hmph, if you hide it from me, I’ll pretend to be your abandoned daughter and cause a scene at your wedding." Lu Fan declared righteously, "Ah, never mind, I have to go catch bad guys with Sister Zixuan today!"
Listening to the hang-up tone, Tang Zheng shook his head, still such a carefree child. As he was about to make breakfast, his phone rang again, it was an international call.
"Is this Tang Zheng? You finally answered. If it had been two days later, I’d be entering the game!" Miranda, hearing Tang Zheng’s slightly distorted voice, sighed in relief.
"Miranda? What’s up? Is there an emergency?" It had been months since their last contact, and the sudden call from this socialite made Tang Zheng cautious.
"From your tone, it seems you don’t welcome me?" Miranda was a sharp one, as a well-known socialite proficient in networking, her social skills were highly sophisticated.
"How dare I? I’m just flattered!" Tang Zheng deflected, changing the subject, "By the way, do you know about Nuclear Flame?"
"Yan Chiyang? That guy of Chinese descent? I’ve heard of him but never met him. After all, he’s a seed player in North America, not someone insignificant like me can meet," Miranda concluded, then suddenly realized, "What? Did you guys clash?"
"No, just an acquaintance." Tang Zheng frowned, knowing if it were Nurse Nicole, she might have told him straight, but dealing with Miranda, without adequate exchange of benefits, she definitely wouldn’t have spoken.
"Let’s not talk about him. Can you come to America today? I have some information to share with you, it’s important." Miranda urged Tang Zheng, "Get ready, I’m booking a flight for you right now."
"That urgent? What’s going on?" Tang Zheng pressed on, a cautious heart being necessary, not to mention relations could fade even among ordinary people after half a year apart, let alone amongst conquerors striving to survive in the Trojan World.
"The phone call surely is being wiretapped by the security bureau, let’s talk after you arrive in Los Angeles. I’ve booked a flight for you this noon, we’ll talk tonight," worried that Tang Zheng wouldn’t come, Miranda finally revealed a key point, "It’s about another seed player in North America, alright, I’m busy, got to hang up now."
"What’s wrong?" Pang Meiqin emerged from the bedroom and saw Tang Zheng’s brow furrowed almost into a knot, looking worried.
"I need to leave for a few days." Tang Zheng briefly explained, not notifying others to avoid worry.
"I’ll come with you." Pang Meiqin turned around to pack her luggage.
"That’s not necessary, if it’s a trap, it’s easier for me to escape alone." With Tang Zheng’s capabilities, it wasn’t easy to kill him; having more people might become a burden, "Everyone has a rare fifteen-day holiday; they should rest properly."
Pang Meiqin wanted to say more but was silenced by Tang Zheng covering her mouth.
At noon, at the airport, Pang Meiqin handed the suitcase to Tang Zheng, "Be careful on your way!"
"I will, wait for me to come back!" Tang Zheng walked a few steps, and Pang Meiqin caught up with him, wrapped her arms around him, tiptoed, and kissed his lips.
Some waiting passengers looked over; Tang Zheng’s handsome, straight figure was like a green pine, very eye-catching, but the men’s gaze all fell on Meiqin, who was dressed in well-fitted spring clothes accentuating her figure perfectly, especially her legs wrapped in silk stockings, stirring up desires.
The men envied Tang Zheng’s charm with women, as it seemed like the woman was the one chasing him.
A dozen stewardesses pulling suitcases walked by them; the sound of their high-heels tapping on the ground was clear. Naturally, they also noticed the couple.
"Meiqin?" One of the stewardesses saw Pang Meiqin, hesitated for a moment, then approached, "Is it really you? We haven’t seen each other since you resigned. What have you been up to lately? And how are Sister Qin Yan, Xin Lan, and Bai Guo?"