nucmednet Chapter 968 Miss Chang has such refined tastes
Chapter 968 Miss Chang has such refined tastes
The lights in the gilded clubhouse were still dazzling, with crystal chandeliers refracting tiny specks of light.
But ever since Teng Zijing stepped into this place, the atmosphere that should have been relaxing and leisurely has...
It was completely replaced by a cold, deathly silence, like a cage shrouded in invisible cold.
Liu Lu's gaze gradually focused, and as he made out the familiar furnishings around him,
His heart skipped a beat—he had actually returned to the gilded club.
Teng Zijing's voice, carrying an undeniable air of authority, rang out in the silence:
"Liu Lu, have you thought it through in one day?"
Liu Lu's throat was sore and dry, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper scraping: "Could I have a glass of water?"
Deng Zhouyi waved to the waiter, who quickly poured a cup of hot water from behind the counter and handed it over.
Liu Lu took the water glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The warm water flowing down his throat helped him regain some strength.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, remained silent for a moment, and when he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot.
"I was tricked into coming back. Qi Haoyu didn't hide anything from me at all."
They were just scheming to get their hands on what Haoyu had.
However, Haoyu placed it in a safe place, and even I don't know where it is.
He told me that if anything happened to him, he would send it to me by mail.
"What?" Chai Rui, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly exclaimed, breaking the tense atmosphere.
All eyes immediately turned to him, like countless needles pricking him, making him tremble all over.
A murderous intent suddenly flashed in Liu Lu's eyes as he stared intently at Chai Rui, gritting his teeth as he said:
“Chai Rui is in cahoots with them!”
That gaze was like a sharp sword; if it could kill, Chai Rui would probably have been torn to pieces by now!
Liu Lu stared intently at Chai Rui and continued, "From the moment I stepped into the club..."
He kept an eye on my every move, and when he saw me searching the room,
Thinking I had obtained Haoyu's hidden items, they lied and said someone called, asking me to bring the items to the resort to meet them.
It's all my fault for being so blind back then, only thinking about finding Qi Haoyu and finding out what trouble he had encountered.
Unable to see through their tricks, she followed his directions and found Haoyu at that dilapidated resort…
At this point, he could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face.
"I only realized I'd been deceived when I met Haoyu. They'd been leading me by the nose the whole time."
He told me to leave overnight and took me to the drainage outlet downstream of the resort, where I was discovered by the people watching me.
Haoyu was injured and fell into the river while protecting me from the danger...
I ran for my life, and when I escaped, I crashed into a truck. The driver called the police for me, but Haoyu…”
Liu Lu collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably. The greatest sorrow was the realization that everything was beyond repair.
Teng Zijing noticed the discomfort in Jiang Chengyu's expression, picked up his wine glass and gently touched it to Jiang's glass, raising an eyebrow in acknowledgment.
Jiang Chengyu sighed helplessly, picked up his wine glass, and the two looked at each other and drank it all in one gulp.
Teng Zijing's gaze returned to Chai Rui, his tone calm yet carrying immense weight:
"Tell me, how much did you take from them to be so eager to help harm people?"
Chai Rui trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while his face fell in a mournful expression.
"Please have mercy, Lord Jing! I was bewitched and acted foolishly for a moment..."
At this point, he suddenly seemed to remember something and abruptly pointed upstairs.
"Oh, right, Mr. Jing! Miss Chang... no, Chang Miaomiao is still in Liu Lu's guest room!"
"Chai Rui!" Liu Lu's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted angrily, "Haoyu has given you a lot of benefits over the years!"
"When I worked at the club, I helped you out of a lot of trouble. How could you let just anyone into my room!"
Teng Zijing's face revealed a look of anticipation, and he turned to Jiang Chengyu, saying:
"President Jiang, let's go meet Miss Chang, who is both beautiful and intelligent, and see what surprises she has in store for us."
Jiang Chengyu stood up and followed Teng Zijing toward the elevator. Deng Zhouyi, Lu Feng, and others, escorting Liu Lu and Chai Rui, followed closely behind.
Seeing this, the remaining people in the hall dared not stay to watch the "show" and whispered among themselves, "Let's go, let's go!"
"When gods fight, if we mortals don't take this opportunity to leave, we'll just get caught in the crossfire!"
The crowd instantly stirred, shouting, "Quick, let's go!" and surged toward the door.
But as soon as they reached the door, everyone froze—a group of fully armed people stood outside.
With their faces painted and armed with guns, the dark-skinned crowd surrounded the entire clubhouse, their imposing presence intimidating.
The leader shouted sternly, "Everyone, squat down where you are and await further instructions!"
Those men and women who were used to being pampered had never seen anything like this before, and screams erupted instantly.
Upon hearing the command to "squat down," their legs went weak with fear, and they obediently squatted down at the doorway, not daring to breathe.
The mirror in the elevator reflected the two figures, and the small space was filled with a faint smell of alcohol and a subtle tension.
Teng Zijing watched the numbers on the panel climb steadily, the cold smile still lingering on his lips.
She turned to look at Jiang Chengyu: "President Jiang, you don't seem to like this atmosphere?"
Jiang Chengyu leaned against the wall of the sedan chair, his hands unconsciously tucked into his pockets, his tone tinged with impatience:
Why should I like this atmosphere? I must be crazy to spend this time with you today.
At the construction site, Fan Wei is waiting for me to check on a batch of new materials, and you're the one..."
"Don't be so boring." Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow, putting on an innocent-looking face.
A sly glint lurked in his eyes. "I'm on serious business here. I've brought you to see a 'ghost-catching' show,"
You're still not happy? This is just to give you an explanation for what happened before that caused you to fall from the building.
Jiang Chengyu rolled his eyes at him and said sarcastically, "That's all in the past, who needs your explanation!"
After several encounters, he knew Teng Zijing all too well; this man, seemingly cynical,
In reality, he is meticulous in his calculations, and what could make him mobilize such a large force must be something significant.
However, resorting to vigilante justice and surrounding clubs at the drop of a hat is really not his style.
"Ding—" The elevator arrived at the floor and the door slowly slid open.
Teng Zijing gestured for them to proceed: "Let's go! The best part of this show is yet to come!"
In Liu Lu's guest room, Chang Miaomiao sat gracefully on the sofa, holding a wine glass.
The scarlet liquid swirled gently in the glass. She took a small sip, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused.
The chaos from just now kept replaying in my mind—
After Chai Rui's panicked phone call, "Master Jing is personally at the club," ended,
Zhang Chenghe teased her with a playful smile:
"I'm not as lucky as you. That guy probably wouldn't even look at someone like me."
So… Miss Chang, why don't you try the same trick again? I'll see if I can slip through a window first.”
She initially thought it was a joke, but after Zhang Chenghe slammed the door and left, she was so angry that she stomped her feet.
Looking at the room that had been ransacked, a wave of panic washed over her.
After hesitating for a moment, she opened the door and chased after him, hoping to find a way to survive with Zhang Chenghe.
Who knew that just as they followed him through the side gate of the staff dormitory,
Then a cold voice came from outside: "Don't move, hands up."
Zhang Chenghe was suddenly surrounded by a group of fully armed men, with the dark muzzles of their guns pointed at him.
The two men went up and turned around to cover Zhang Chenghe. This scene terrified her.
Chang Miaomiao covered her mouth and practically scrambled back as she turned and ran.
In a panic, they rushed into the elevator and fled back to the guest room.
Leaning against the cold door, she gasped for breath, her heart pounding as if it would explode.
It took me a while to calm down—Zhang Chenghe's words "using the same old trick" suddenly became clear in my mind.
Her large, watery eyes sparkled. "Yes, no matter how cold and hard Teng Zijing is, he's still a man."
She looked down at her carefully applied makeup and the long dress that accentuated her figure.
Her fingertips gently traced the smooth, silky texture of her face. Back then, her adoptive father was able to establish himself in Kunming through such means...
Having been exposed to this from a young age, how could she not know how to utilize her own advantages? Since she couldn't escape, she might as well take a gamble.
She took a deep breath and drank the rest of the wine in her glass in one gulp; the spiciness of the wine sobered her up a bit.
She got up and walked to the vanity mirror, tidied her slightly messy sideburns, and touched up her lipstick.
Make sure you still look that charming yet aloof demeanor.
Having done all this, she sat back down on the sofa and picked up the other glass of wine she had just poured.
Adjust to the most natural posture, as if the panic just now had never happened.
Faintly, the sound of the elevator arriving could be heard from outside the door.
Then came the sound of steady footsteps approaching, and her fingers tightened slightly around the wine glass—
Here it comes! This time, she must win.
The moment Teng Zijing pushed open the door, a complex smell mixed with alcohol, perfume, and dust hit him, and he subconsciously coughed lightly.
Jiang Chengyu followed closely behind, his gaze sweeping across the room without making a sound—the floor was a mess.
The wardrobe door was wide open, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the bedside table drawer was pulled halfway up, clearly having been thoroughly searched.
However, what made the two stop in their tracks was a figure that stood out starkly against the chaotic scene in the room.
Chang Miaomiao lay languidly on the back of the sofa, one long leg crossed over the other.
The low-cut halter dress she wore was loose and baggy, outlining her undulating curves.
She seemed unaware that someone had entered; her red lips were slightly parted as she tilted her head back and slowly drank the wine in her glass.
The curve of her throat carried a deliberate allure, and the charm in her eyes exuded a deliberately crafted mystery.
Only when she heard a noise did she slowly raise her eyes, her gaze first falling on Teng Zijing, then turning to Jiang Chengyu behind him—
The other person was wearing a burgundy shirt under a white suit jacket, which accentuated their tall and imposing figure.
Her temperament was gentle and composed, quite different from the cold and imposing aura surrounding Teng Zijing.
Chang Miaomiao's gaze paused noticeably for a moment, then a subtle tenderness appeared, even softening the curve of her lips.
Teng Zijing took in her subtle change, his eyes growing even colder, but a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Miss Chang...what refined taste..."