Chapter 358: Chapter 358
Yu Yuanshen looked over, paused, and said, "Don’t you think so?"
Chen Si Heng frowned, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "We can’t rule out the possibility, considering the timing, and the fact that it involves the Gu Family’s archrival over the years..."
"Moreover, the initial source of this news was an obscure website with no traceability..." Yu Yuanshen opened his suddenly vibrating phone and, after a glance, handed the email interface to Chen Si Heng.
It was the report just delivered by his subordinates’ investigation.
In an instant, Chen Si Heng’s heart was stirred.
Both were skilled in data networks, although they had different approaches, it didn’t mean Chen Si Heng didn’t understand what Yu Yuanshen implied.
A quick glance at Miss Zhou’s news alerted Yu Yuanshen to something, prompting him to investigate.
Chen Si Heng smirked and took another careful look at the email content before handing the phone back.
He said, "You and President Feng are truly once-in-a-lifetime adversaries, in ancient times, you’d be Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi~"
Chen Si Heng spoke with a smile, referring to intelligence and capability, assuming that this speculation was accurate.
Feng Chengjin’s approach was too crafty and unpredictable, yet Yu Yuanshen managed to follow and guess it, which was remarkable and perceptive.
However, Yu Yuanshen’s face stiffened immediately.
Especially recalling when Feng Chengjin once said, he could never be part of the Sima Family...
Yu Yuanshen’s gaze lowered slightly.
An extraordinarily handsome face cast a shadow.
Chen Si Heng quickly realized his mistake, embarrassed, he cleared his throat, "Uh, Old Yu, I wasn’t referring to Miss Gu..."
Yu Yuanshen paused, smiled gently, "It’s okay."
Though he said so, the loneliness in his eyes couldn’t deceive anyone.
Especially since Zhuge Liang never lost to Sima Yi in his life, but fate couldn’t be defied, and the realm eventually fell into the hands of the Sima Family.
Those chestnut-colored eyes, usually lacking any sharpness or aggressiveness, the long-term habituation to light blue shirts or white suits evoked more of a tranquil serenity.
At this moment, one could feel this pool of water was subdued, heartbroken, unable to flow again...
Chen Si Heng’s eyelashes trembled, with some indescribable heartache.
He sighed, "Then, what are you planning to do now?"
"To inquire further if Miss Zhou is involved, if she is, I won’t let her go."
At once, Chen Si Heng couldn’t help but laugh and cry while looking at Yu Yuanshen. He was asking about his emotional life, what he would do without Miss Gu.
Yu Yuanshen felt scrutinized, a bit uneasy, "What’s the matter?"
Chen Si Heng chuckled, shook his head helplessly, got up, "Okay, anyways, let me know if there’s anything you need, although we are not suitable for entangling with too many aristocratic disputes, if we do get caught up, we are not afraid of provocation."
With the support, Yu Yuanshen smiled with an expression like the lingering afternoon sunshine, "Thank you."
Yu Yuanshen saw Chen Si Heng to the door.
In front of the deep-colored black walnut door, Chen Si Heng pondered for a moment before stopping.
He turned back and asked, "Who are you planning to inquire about?"
Actually, asking Feng Chengjin directly would be the most convenient.
However, Yu Yuanshen seemed to remember something, paused, and said, "He Qimo."
Inside Yunfeng Hotel.
The battle between He Qimo and Shen Jian妮 had escalated to the point of continued confrontation.
The entanglement from the previous morning led to He Qimo locking Shen Jian妮 in the bathroom, letting her "reflect in solitude," while he went to the outside bathroom himself.
But Shen Jian妮 was not one to take defeat lying down and accept fate.
Being locked up for a whole day had made her furious enough to want to curse.
He Qimo was even ruthless enough to have Liang Xi deliver takeout to her in the bathroom.
Although the presidential suite’s bathroom was clean, spacious, and comparable to a bedroom.
Equipped with a TV, air conditioning, comfortable seating, and a massage bathtub for relaxation.
However, it lacked tables, chairs, and couches and restricted free movement.
Facing the predicament of sipping wine on the toilet and slicing sausage by the sink.
She had to answer Xiao Liu’s call and assure him of her well-being despite her frayed nerves due to threats to her career.
Shen Jian妮 truly had the impulsive urge to shoot He Qimo on the spot.
So this morning, it was He Qimo, recently lost in thought to the point of distraction, who fell into her trap.
He Qimo, sleepless at night and dozing until noon, got up intending to use the bathroom.
Although at the moment he pushed the door, he recalled something.
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In a split second, a full bucket of water splashed onto his face.
Thus, after contemplating for 6 seconds and 563 milliseconds, he coldly laughed silently and once again entered the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
This time, Shen Jian妮 miscalculated.
Because He Qimo once again made her deeply understand what it means to experience one’s most hated moment as the gentleman’s most regrettable experience.
Now, facing the cold and shadowy He Qimo, the likes of which she had never seen before.
Shen Jian妮 felt that being a star to this extent, if exposed, nobody would believe her boss was using such unwritten rules on her.
Especially as He Qimo regains his status and aura of a big man, he grabs her and showers her thoroughly with the spray nozzle, especially on the face, for twenty minutes.
Sprayed to the point where she almost doubted her life, feeling like a jellyfish that forgot it had been placed in a tank.
Of course, more bewildering was how He Qimo, meticulous enough not to touch women, managed this peculiar self-discipline.
Wondering if there was really something wrong? Especially since he and Gu Zixuan had been married for eight years without having children.
Shen Jian妮 was full of disdain.
Emerging from the bathroom, for this time she finally conceded and admitted fault.
He Qimo no longer kept her confined.
Now, Shen Jian妮 wrapped in a huge towel, dripping from head to toe.
Her angry eyes and inner derision nearly cursed He Qimo’s ancestors to oblivion.
In front, two meters ahead, He Qimo wasn’t faring much better.
His white shirt was drenched beyond salvaging; his pants left a 10 cm trail of water stains on the carpet with every step...
He removed his shirt, wrapped in a towel, wiping his hair.
His eyebrows furrowed like mountain peaks.
Twenty-eight years without ever being in a physical fight.
Never fought a woman !
Especially as a CEO learning the behaviors and manners of high society.
Now living under the same roof, constantly bickering over daily issues with Shen Jian妮, and engaging in water wars.
He Qimo just couldn’t comprehend...
His face was cold, his demeanor chilling.
The moment the phone rang.
He was slightly startled.
His brows tightened further, stepping forward, picking it up...