Shui Miao was openly flirting with an innocent woman!
But as the old saying goes, “Flies don’t buzz around unbroken eggs.” Fang Qing had always harbored a restless heart. Even if Shui Miao hadn’t flirted with her, she would have reached out to him first.
Fang Qing sat in front of her computer, searching for information about the Chen Group in Zhonghai City, where a photo of Shui Miao appeared on the website.
Seeing that Shui Miao was indeed the Honorary Chairman of the Chen Group and receiving a text message from him, her heart began to race. According to the information, Shui Miao was still unmarried.
Fang Qing understood her own status—she could never become Shui Miao’s wife.
But she didn’t even expect to be his wife. She only hoped for a few passionate encounters to make her life worthwhile. Besides, the man was wealthy, powerful, and famous—being his mistress wouldn’t lack many benefits. If she could really manage a super mall with five thousand employees, it would be worth it. At the very least, she could enter high society, right?
Some women, once they fall in love, become incredibly naive.
Other women, once they find a new lover, become heartlessly indifferent toward their previous men.
Fang Qing was exactly this kind of woman.
“Mr. Chen, since you put it that way, how about we have dinner together? At the Night Jasmine Boat Restaurant on the south side of Fuqian Road, Room 20. I’ll treat you. We can talk about managing the super mall.”
Fang Qing replied decisively with a message.
She didn’t hesitate at all, appearing very proactive.
After all, she had never respected Chen Rong in the first place. They had already been living separately, managing their finances independently. She also knew that Chen Rong often messed around outside, and she herself had never been a quiet or obedient woman.
After reading the message, Shui Miao quickly replied, “There’s nothing more to talk about. I prefer things straightforward. Get ready and come with me directly. I won’t treat you badly. Of course, if you have a boyfriend, now is the time to say goodbye to him. Forget tonight—three days from now, I’ll come to your store to pick you up. Think about it—I’m serious.”
Shui Miao put away his phone. His goal had already been achieved.
He guessed that the person who had knocked Duan Hongmei unconscious and driven her mad must have been Fang Qing. If it really was her, she would definitely drop Chen Rong within these three days.
What wouldn’t a ruthless woman be capable of?
Even Pan Jinlian poisoned Wu Dalang to death. And Chen Rong, who lived off women, wasn’t much better than Wu Dalang.
Fang Qing, born with a seductive face, had a voluptuous figure and a fiery temperament—no man could ever satisfy her. Breaking up with Chen Rong was only a matter of time.
What Shui Miao had done acted as a powerful catalyst.
Sure enough, after receiving Shui Miao’s message, Fang Qing’s heart was in turmoil.
Putting down her phone, her eyes darting, she began plotting her next move.
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The night was quiet, darkness like a demon silently swallowing everything.
A silver-gray minivan without license plates slowly entered Ghost Street, noiselessly, like a cat slipping into a bamboo forest.
Shui Miao extended his earth-element immortal energy around his body, enveloping the reclining chair, forming a cylindrical shape about three meters in diameter. The earth-element energy condensed and transformed into a giant trash can.
Shui Miao, whimsical and careless, actually transformed himself into a trash can.
The van stopped in front of Shui Miao’s store. Three men in black clothes, wielding cleavers and steel pipes, got out and directly approached the shop.
At half past midnight, Ghost Street was deathly silent.
One of the men lightly touched the door—it moved.
They exchanged a brief glance and pushed the door open. But when they saw a mother and daughter sitting inside the store, the three men froze.
Especially the thin young man in the middle, whose eyes were wide and unmoving.
Indeed, this young man was Chen Rong.
“Big brother, did we get the wrong place? Weren’t we supposed to beat up a white-haired kid? Why is it a woman now?” One of the men, with a dragon tattoo on his arm and a scar on his face, looked at Chen Rong in surprise.
Another man holding a steel pipe sneered evilly, “Big brother, this woman must be that kid’s wife. Why don’t we just—”
“Slap!”
Chen Rong immediately slapped the man across the face, then kicked him to the ground, pressing the cleaver against his chest coldly, “Say that again if you dare!”
“Big brother, I—I’m sorry!”
The man on the ground turned pale with fear, completely stunned.
Another man came over cautiously, puzzled, “Big brother, do you know them?”
“She’s my wife. All of you, get back to the car now.”
Chen Rong put away the cleaver and walked straight into the store.
The two subordinates, confused and hesitant, looked toward the shop while heading toward the vehicle. “Thud!” Both of them bumped their legs against the trash can. Chen Rong shot them a glare, and they quickly scrambled back into the van. But once inside, their legs began to ache mysteriously.
“Chen Rong! You bastard! You actually dared to come!”
Suddenly, Duan Hongmei rushed toward Chen Rong with a pair of scissors. Her eyes were wide with fury, like a madwoman ready to fight to the death.
Chen Rong grabbed her wrist holding the scissors, tears streaming down his face as he said emotionally, “Hongmei, I’ve been looking for you all these years. Where have you been?”
“You lying scoundrel! You ruined our lives!”
Duan Hongmei cried too, her other hand slapping his face repeatedly.
Chen Rong didn’t dodge, letting her hit and curse him.
After thirty or so slaps, Duan Hongmei finally ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, Xiaohua, who had long been used to seeing her mother go mad, walked over blankly and asked Chen Rong, “Are you my father?”
Hearing this, Chen Rong’s heart shattered.
He released Duan Hongmei’s wrist holding the scissors and knelt on the ground, hugging Xiaohua tightly, sobbing uncontrollably…
“Chen Rong, you don’t deserve to be her father!”
Duan Hongmei caught her breath, regained some strength, and plunged the scissors into Chen Rong’s back…
Blood immediately gushed out…
“Ahh!”
At the sight of blood, Duan Hongmei suddenly snapped out of her rage.
But Chen Rong continued hugging Xiaohua, crying and saying repeatedly, “Dad is sorry… Dad is sorry…”
At that moment, the two men in the van saw their boss injured and wanted to get out, but suddenly their legs went numb!
Then they saw the giant trash can suddenly vanish, transforming into a white-clothed young man with blood flowing from his eyes…
“Ahh!”
“Ghost!!”
The two men wanted to scream in terror, but suddenly found they couldn’t make a sound!
The white-clothed young man with blood streaming from his eyes approached the car window with a terrifying grin…
Poorly frightened, the two men fainted instantly.
Shui Miao resumed his original form, sneered coldly, and whispered to the two unconscious men, “Serves you right. Remember this next time you plan to harm people at night. You’re lucky you’re not scared to death.”
“Ring ring…”
Suddenly, a mobile phone began to ring.
It was a call from Fang Qing to Chen Rong.
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