"Bungee jumping?" Shen Yiming asked in astonishment.
"Yeah, they said after dinner... He and Leng Lingxiao are going bungee jumping and asked if you want to jump too?"
"No, no, that’s too frightening."
"Yiming, so the reason Leng Lingxiao specifically called me over today... was he worried that Tangtang would think of her parents while trying on the wedding dress? With me by her side, chatting and laughing, it might distract her?"
"Yes, that’s exactly the idea."
"You knew all along?"
"Not really, just a guess. After all, we’ve been close friends since childhood, who doesn’t understand whom?"
"Then when did Li Zishen get to know her?"
"We hadn’t interacted before. Just like you, I met him in person for the first time that day... at the Chihai Hotel. He’s indeed impressive. But compared to Ling Xiao... he still falls short by a large margin."
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She hadn’t expected there to be so many interesting things between Tang Xiaowan and Leng Lingxiao, a history of 15 years. No wonder Li Zishen would suffer such a defeat.
"The order in which people appear... really matters. It’s a pity Li Zishen was one step too late."
"You can say that to me, but never repeat it in front of Ling Xiao, otherwise... it could lead to loss of life," Shen Yiming warned very seriously.
"No way, is he really going to kill him?" laughed Li Ruonan, clearly disbelieving.
"You don’t understand Ling Xiao. This guy... how should I put it, is indeed faultless as a friend, truly great. But when it comes to Tang Xiaowan... it’s a whole different story. He just won’t be himself!"
Li Ruonan nodded as if she understood, then turned her phone back on and looked at the message again.
Bungee jumping, late at night?
[Wow, perfect, I also want to eat. Bungee jumping is out for me, though—I’ll just cheer you on instead.]
On the other end of the phone, upon receiving Li Ruonan’s reply, Tang Xiaowan felt a great relief; she didn’t want her own impulsive desires to affect others.
"Tangtang, come on, have a pastry," Leng Lingxiao said with a smile, gesturing for Tang Xiaowan to open her mouth.
An osmanthus cake was savored, its fragrance lingering in the mouth.
"Do you think... it could have been Wang Junchen who... deliberately left behind his nail, wanting to know the result too?"
After he spoke, Leng Lingxiao pulled Tang Xiaowan into his arms, gently stroking her black hair.
His gaze was profound, showing no emotion.
"You really wanna jump with me?" Tang Xiaowan asked with her large eyes blinking, her voice soft.
"Of course, we used to avoid physical contact as men and women, but now as a lawful married couple, I should certainly exercise my husbandly privileges."
"Cut it out, stop it, that’s annoying."
Seeing that his Little Wife’s mood had stabilized, Leng Lingxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze becoming more tender.
What’s bungee jumping anyway? As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.
At this moment in Huang City, at the Nanfeng Mansion, Tang Mei was seated on a single sofa, her gaze coldly fixed on a black-clothed person wearing a mask.
"Boss, I’ve made the arrangements, it will all be cleaned up by five."
The room was so quiet it was suffocating.
The black-clothed person stood with head lowered, hands gloved in black and properly placed at his sides, highly respectful, waiting as if for a verdict.
"If this happens again..."
"Yes, I will take care of it myself."
Standing beside the black-clothed person, stiff and with an extremely complex expression, was Du Jiahao, a member of the overseas "Me and You" organization who had once taken Tang Xiaowan hostage.
Considering his time with the organization, it wasn’t short, but it was the first time he had faced the true visage of the boss.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous, as cold sweat dripped down.
Before returning to the country, he had heard about some of the internal situations of the organization from Qin Feng and learned that Tang Mei was the real boss of "Me and You."
New members had disappeared, old members had returned to their positions, of course, except for the traitors.
One could say the clean-up had been thorough.
Such a thunderous approach couldn’t help but shock Du Jiahao, inspiring a sense of admiration in him.
"As an intermediary member..."
"Just do it, give me a quick end, this drawn-out waiting... are you preparing to wage a psychological war?"
"Qin Feng went to Country D... He couldn’t have fled, could he?"
Before Du Jiahao could figure these things out, Tang Mei’s cold gaze suddenly fell on him, sharp as a drawn blade, chilling and piercing.
"Is it... my turn now?"
Du Jiahao’s heart trembled, and he involuntarily took a half step back, then forced himself to say calmly, "Boss, I am an overseas member, Mr. Wang, he..."
"Traitors don’t deserve any privileges."
Tang Mei’s voice was very cold. She stood up and slowly walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, her steps light yet enough to make Du Jiahao break out in a cold sweat and feel suffocated.
"I know my error, please punish me as you see fit, boss."
As soon as he spoke, a man dressed in black suddenly clutched Du Jiahao’s throat, ominously saying, "You want to die, is that it?"
"Yes... cough cough, but Mr. Wang..."
"Very well, I’ll oblige you."
Du Jiahao didn’t resist. His throat was gripped so tight he could hardly breathe, and soon he was unable to speak, yet the man in black showed no sign of letting go.
His grip grew increasingly stronger, so much so that Du Jiahao’s eyes began to roll back, his face losing all color.
Just then, Tang Mei suddenly interjected.
The man in black quickly released his hold and stood aside, thinking to himself that it was good he stopped in time, or else Du Jiahao might have died by his hand.
With those words, the man in black gave Du Jiahao, who was still gasping for air, another cold look, and then produced a bottle of liquid medicine, pouring all of it down his throat.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The strange liquid caused Du Jiahao to cough violently as soon as it hit his throat, but within a short half minute, he felt an incredible relief.
Not poison, but... an antidote?
Could it be that the one meant to be killed isn’t me but...
"Boss, you’ve really misunderstood Mr. Wang. He simply asked me to drive over and take a few rounds to see if Lady Tang had returned, he really didn’t mean anything else, I swear on my life it’s true."
Man in black: Didn’t mean anything? It seems you’re unaware of the explosion a year ago!
"I’m referring to... your immediate superior."
Du Jiahao’s expression shifted slightly, and he looked at Tang Mei in surprise, "I’m slow-witted, please enlighten me, boss."
His thoughts were already in disarray at this point.
In reality, Tang Mei was explaining what she meant earlier—traitors shouldn’t have privileges.
"I know, over the course of this year... you were just fulfilling your duties, after all, you were under his command, it can’t be called a betrayal yet. However, a proper punishment is still necessary, or else... it’ll be hard to maintain authority."
"As long as it’s not killing Mr. Wang, anything is fine."
Seeing Du Jiahao endure whipping, threats, and even poisoning, yet still staunchly maintain a loyal stance, Tang Mei felt deeply gratified.
"Did I ever say... I was going to kill him?" Tang Mei waved her hand, signaling the man in black to leave.
Du Jiahao bowed his head, "No."
"It seems... hm, he was right, you indeed aren’t suited to be an assassin. There’s no need to report back to Wang Junchen, why not just switch places? According to Lin Xiaoxiao, you can hold your liquor... that’s just perfect."
Hearing this, his face registered complete shock as he looked up, unable to believe his own ears, especially the part about Lin Xiaoxiao mentioning his drinking ability.
Lin Xiaoxiao and Lei Ziyi are not dead?
Could it be... the kill order was revoked?
Before Du Jiahao could ask, Tang Mei raised her hand to point, her gaze landing on the rosewood coffee table.
There lay a brown leather file bag.
"Go on, it’s getting late."
Du Jiahao nodded, "Yes, boss."