Chapter 125: Ke Zhongyu Rubs Jiang Lai's Crown

Qiao Chuan: "President Shen, if the lady is not at home and not at Cui Zhai, the only three possibilities are a hotel, a friend's house, and her old home."

Shen Xun immediately said, "She only goes back to the welfare institute for the New Year, and her project is cooperating with the Ke Clan, so she has no time to leave A City in the short term."

Only the hotel and the friend's house remain.

He had Qiao Chuan check all the major hotels in A City, while he himself planned to look for Ke Family Eldest Miss.

Ke Family Eldest Miss has been Jiang Lai's only friend in recent years.

"There's another matter." Shen Xun recalled every word from Steward Deng and Jiang Lai's bedroom at Cui Zhai, copying everything, "Contact the managers of major luxury clothing stores and have them send clothes to her home according to Jiang Lai's height and weight; you handle it personally."

"Alright, President Shen."

Shen Xun hung up the phone and drove away from Cui Zhai.

Steward Deng, standing clearly on the upper floor, turned and said, "Shen Xun has left."

Wang Ruohua nodded, "Don't tell Jiang Lai about tonight's matter; I'm afraid she'll worry that we were harassed by Shen Xun and go to see him."

"Understood."

……

Nanshan Villa No. 9.

Jiang Lai and Ke Zhongying ordered a whole table of takeout, opened a bottle of champagne, and were about to start eating.

The doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Ke Zhongying got up and walked toward the door.

Jiang Lai thought to herself, it's really lively here today.

Ke Zhongying looked through the display screen and saw that it was her brother.

"……"

Did not open.

Disturbing her and Jiang Lai's sister's evening drink!

The doorbell was disabled; Ke Zhongyu, not seeing the door open, a flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he kept pressing.

The next second the doorbell continued to be disabled.

The man's eyes grew deeper.

Ke Zhongyu took out his phone, dialed a number, and once connected, his voice suddenly deepened: "Ke Zhongying, open the door."

Ke Zhongying was so frightened that her phone nearly fell to the ground.

"I'm coming! How did you know it was me!"

"Quickly." Ke Zhongyu urged coldly.

Why did he notice?

Because Jiang Lai wouldn't be so rude.

The last time Professor Wang and Professor Cheng dined here, Jiang Lai would open the door to see them and explain everything clearly.

And today Ms. Nian mentioned in passing that Ke Zhongying went to look for Jiang Lai.

The door in front slowly opened.

Ke Zhongyu lifted his hand intending to strike his sister, but Ke Zhongying had already anticipated and silently hid behind Jiang Lai.

The one who opened the door was Jiang Lai.

His palm was raised high in front of Jiang Lai, looking exactly like he was about to strike.

Jiang Lai lifted her eyes curiously, questioning with her gaze what was happening.

Ke Zhongying, smug, hid behind her and lifted her chin toward her older brother.

I now have Sister Jiang Lai!

I'm not afraid of you!

Ke Zhongyu gave her a cold glance.

Then, a broad, gentle palm rested on Jiang Lai's crown, and the man pretended to be relaxed and composed as he rubbed it.

Jiang Lai stood there in a daze.

The man passed by her side, followed the scent to the dining room, then went on his own to the kitchen's dishwasher, taking out sterilized bowls and chopsticks.

Ke Zhongying looked at her brother and spat, "Shameless, acting as if this were your own home."

Jiang Lai was still daydreaming.

Ke Zhongyu had just touched her crown.

The previous person who touched her crown was Dean Mom.

Jiang Lai turned around, looked at the man who, already adept at taking bowls and chopsticks, was sitting in the dining room, and walked over slowly.

"President Ke."

"Dr. Jiang."

The former address was courteous, the latter carried a hint of deeper meaning.

Jiang Lai pursed her lips, gave no further explanation, and Ke Zhongyu didn't seem to expect an explanation from her.

On the signing day, Ke Zhongyu was not surprised; he had apparently guessed it long ago.

Now most people know her identity, and there's no need to explain it to Ke Zhongyu again.

"How did President Ke find the time to come over?"

"Right, what are you here for?" Ke Zhongying glared at him, "You came right after work, just to mooch a meal, right?"

Ke Zhongyu took out an invitation and placed it in front of Jiang Lai.

"Celebration banquet, sincerely inviting Dr. Jiang to join."

Jiang Lai thought one of Assistant Zhou's group would come, but didn't expect Ke Zhongyu himself to deliver it.

"Thank you, Director Ke." Jiang Lai took the invitation letter, got up to put it away, and when she returned the glass before her was already full.

Ke Zhongying immediately disclaimed, "It wasn't me."

Then it could only be Ke Zhongyu.

Ke Zhongyu raised his cup, lightly clinked it against the one before her, and said, "Congratulations, Jiang Lai."

This time it isn't Dr. Jiang.

He tipped his head back and swallowed half a cup in one gulp.

"Congratulations to you too, Director Ke," Jiang Lai also drank half a cup.

Ke Zhongying watched from the side, brow furrowed, fearing Jiang Lai might overdrink herself.

"Brother, Sister Jiang Lai doesn't have a high tolerance; why are you drinking so much?"

Ke Zhongyu knew her tolerance was low and was familiar with how she looked when drunk.

But he thought that Jiang Lai, having hidden her identity and suppressed her feelings for so long, should let loose a bit.

The last time she got drunk she let it out well, no longer the cold, distant demeanor, speaking her bottled frustration and grievances like a normal person.

Champagne is still alcohol; after half a cup, Jiang Lai gradually felt her face warm.

She reached out and lightly brushed the back of her hand against her cheek.

Ke Zhongying glared at her older brother, "Look at the trouble you're causing!"

Ke Zhongyu noted that her hand was much smoother than when he first saw it.

Shen Xun, that beast.

Since Jiang Lai stopped making him do chores, his hands have become soft.

Shen Xun, that beast.

He cursed him twice in his heart.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced at his younger sister still staring at him, and said coldly, "Eat your own food."

Ke Zhongying had only taken two bites when her phone rang incessantly, as if fighting for her life.

It was the manager of her tavern.

Even though she knew her brother knew everything, she still slipped away to answer it.

"What? Someone causing trouble?"

"Yes, the troublemaker demanded to see the owner and wouldn't leave without meeting him."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Ke Zhongying hung up, came before the two, and before speaking, Ke Zhongyu and Jiang Lai said in unison, "What's happening?"

Ke Zhongying looked left, then right.

Since when have these two developed such tacit understanding?

"Nothing much, I have an urgent matter, I have to leave first." Ke Zhongying bent down, hugged Jiang Lai, whispered into her ear, "Just make sure my brother gets driven out."

Facing her older brother again, she bent over and snarled low, "If you dare to lay a hand on Sister Jiang Lai while she's drunk, I won't have this beastly brother of mine any more."

She clenched her fist.

Ke Zhongyu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "Something happen at the tavern?"

"No!" Ke Zhongying denied outright, grabbed her bag and sprinted away.

Jiang Lai said, "Director Ke, don't scare her."

Ke Zhongyu raised his eyes in surprise, saying coldly, "You two seem pretty close."

Like a resentful wife.

"Hmm, Chongying and I are friends," Jiang Lai replied softly, continuing to eat, taking small bites and chewing slowly.

Ke Zhongyu asked, "What about us?"

Jiang Lai: "Partners."

Ke Zhongyu: "…"

He already knew.

He shouldn't have asked.

He lifted his glass and drank the remaining half.

Jiang Lai knew little of table etiquette; seeing him gulp, she followed suit with a gulp.

Seeing Ke Zhongyu pause, she suddenly curved the corners of her mouth.

He temporarily forgave her earlier remark, "partners."

The intoxication came quickly.

Jiang Lai felt a wave of dizziness, her chopsticks fell to the floor, and she bent down to pick them up.

Her forehead struck the table edge.

Bang.

Ke Zhongyu reacted swiftly, rose, and cushioned Jiang Lai's forehead with his palm.

Jiang Lai's forehead pressed straight against the man's palm, while his finger joints hit the table edge.

A sharp pain radiated, and the man let out a light hiss.

Because Ke Zhongyu rose so quickly, he knocked over the hot soup, and the broth streamed toward Jiang Lai.

He circled the table, lifted Jiang Lai with one hand, and quickly moved her away from the table.

Jiang Lai startled, and in panic her hands instantly braced on Ke Zhongyu's shoulders.

She sat in the man's sturdy arms, trembling with her head bowed low.

"Did any soup spill on you?" the man asked, turning his head, their noses touching.

Alcohol vapors swirl, breaths entwine.

Ke Zhongyu's Adam's apple bobbed.