Chapter 59: Calculation! Cooperation!

Leng Wanqiu's lips curled into a faint smile.

After completely severing ties with Chen Xi, she was like a conduit opened through the Ren and Du meridians—once again becoming the iron-fisted queen who, despite being bullied and suppressed, rose to power and seized control of the Leng Group.

Her mind was now crystal clear!

Her calculations were now tightly interlocked.

She remained as exquisitely self-serving as ever!

Leng Wanqiu did not alarm the snake.

She wired a sum of money to the private detective, who, ecstatic, became as alert and cautious as a cat scenting blood, intensifying his surveillance of Chen Xi.

The private detective knew exactly who he was working for.

And the amount he received made him feel Leng Wanqiu's generosity, knowing that if he could perfectly—or even exceed—the tasks assigned by his benefactor,

he would receive an even more generous reward.

Song Wanrou and Chen Xi chatted amiably for a while.

Then, Song Wanrou took the initiative to take her leave.

Song Wanrou apologized:

"Brother Chen Xi, I need to go home for dinner—Xiao Mo is probably still waiting for me inside."

Chen Xi's face twitched, and he waved his hand:

"It's fine."

"Sister Wanrou, go home quickly—it's getting late; don't make Song Mo wait too long."

As Song Wanrou was leaving,

Chen Xi hesitated, then said:

"Sister Wanrou, can you promise me one thing?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you not tell Song Mo that we know each other?"

"Why?"

Song Wanrou of course knew why—Chen Xi merely feared his lie about having a close relationship with Song Mo would be exposed—but she deliberately asked anyway.

With the mindset of a cat playing with a mouse, she wanted to see how Chen Xi would answer.

Chen Xi put on an embarrassed expression, as if deeply ashamed.

"Song Mo seems to adore his sister—he's never even introduced me, his good friend, to her. I'm afraid if Song Mo finds out his sister knows me,"

"he might get jealous…"

"Song Mo is a good person, but sometimes he's really fierce—I'm a little scared."

While giving his reason, Chen Xi subtly mocked Song Mo for appearing refined but having a terrible temper.

It was all just an act for Song Wanrou's benefit.

"So, sister, can you grant me this small request?"

Saying this, Chen Xi looked at Song Wanrou with a pitiful expression.

Song Wanrou wanted to laugh.

【You're really pushing it, aren't you? You dare slander my brother? Do you really think I can't hear the meaning behind your words or see through your petty schemes?】

Song Wanrou smiled sweetly.

"Is that so? It seems my brother isn't as friendly and kind as I thought—I'll have to speak to him when I get home."

Seeing Chen Xi's expression darken,

Song Wanrou added:

"Don't worry—I won't mention you."

【Of course there's no need to let my brother know—otherwise, who knows what misunderstandings might arise? I'll make you, this green-tea man, suffer irreparable ruin… hehe…】

Chen Xi's face finally brightened.

"Goodbye! Sister Wanrou!"

"Goodbye."

Song Wanrou waved and left.

……

Back at home,

Song Wanrou smelled the aroma of food.

She saw Song Mo walking out of the kitchen, wearing an apron.

She exclaimed:

"Brother, did you cook this?"

Song Mo nodded with a smile.

"Yes!"

"After graduating early and being appointed as a Distinguished Professor, I only need to teach two classes a week—I'll have much more time at home now."

"With time to spare, of course I want you to taste my cooking."

Meanwhile, I can also improve my cooking skill's proficiency.

Song Mo found this to be a highly practical skill.

When elevated to a high level, it can even improve one's physical condition through dietary therapy, greatly benefiting martial cultivation.

It might even prevent poisoning.

"Brother, you're amazing!"

Song Wanrou was in a good mood.

She did not mention meeting Chen Xi, picked up chopsticks, and placed food into Song Mo's bowl.

"Little brother, eat more."

"I've noticed you've been busy lately."

"Hard work is good, and striving brings vitality to life, but your body is the most important thing!"

Song Mo smiled gently.

Life had been peaceful lately.

Song Wanrou cared for him deeply, and he truly enjoyed this tranquil time.

After finishing the meal.

Song Mo called Sheldon.

"Hello? Song Mo. You've called me a lot lately."

Sheldon's voice was full of complaint; he felt like he'd become Song Mo's subordinate, always doing all sorts of things for him.

You, guy from Huaguo, really have no sense of boundaries!

Doesn't Song Mo know that friendship is mutual? I never see Song Mo come to France to play a couple of Piano pieces, or attend my yacht party.

Won't you at least lend me some face?

Song Mo knew he'd been giving Sheldon tasks constantly lately, but who else did he know in a foreign country who was a noble heir with real power?

"Sheldon, did you receive the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills I sent you?"

"You should try them—they're priceless."

Song Mo's voice was filled with mystery.

Sheldon replied indifferently:

"I haven't taken them yet."

"But they look pitch-black and smell strongly of medicine—even though the scent is pleasant—I'm not sick."

"Why would I take something like this if I'm not sick?"

Song Mo sighed regretfully:

"Really? Didn't you check the instructions I gave you? They're in the compartment inside the medicine box."

"There are instructions?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Sounds of rummaging came through.

After a while.

Sheldon's surprised voice rang out.

"Song Mo, are these pills really that powerful?"

"The uses listed here sound exaggerated… especially that thing you mentioned about boosting yang—uh, I mean…"

"Are they really that effective?"

Song Mo smiled slightly.

"Sheldon, why don't you try one?"

"If you're afraid I'm trying to harm you, you can have the pill tested first to check for harmful ingredients."

"No need, Song Mo—I trust my friend."

Sheldon pinched one pill and put it in his mouth.

His body instantly warmed.

He fell silent all at once.

He carefully sensed the changes within his body.

Suddenly,

A shocked voice rang through the phone.

"Song Mo, do you wholesale these pills?"

"Give me ten cases!"

Song Mo scolded:

"Monster!"

"What kind of thing are you saying!"

"You called it a divine medicine!"

"Do you really think divine medicine can be wholesale?"

Sheldon chuckled awkwardly.

"Haha, you know I was just joking."

"Ahem, Song Mo, about that thing you mentioned before—the drug company partnership… that…"

"Still on?"

Song Mo smiled knowingly.

"Of course it's on!"

"In a week, I'll return to France to meet you."

(End of Chapter)