Chapter 164: Scheming

Han Yangting did not answer, only giving her a cold look.

If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place.

Meng Siyu's actions had been exposed; she looked sheepish and felt completely uncomfortable, as if she were standing there stark naked.

After a long while, she said, "I... have my reasons for doing this. Forget it, I'll explain it to you later. In any case, you shouldn't marry her; she is not a good match for you."

Han Yangting took a sip of wine without looking directly at Meng Siyu; his gaze had been on Bai Shuruo the entire time.

Bai Shuruo was chatting quite happily with David and even exchanged contact information; presumably, this business deal would eventually be concluded.

……

A few days later, Bai Shuruo excitedly told Meng Ze, "Meng Ze, I've landed a big order for our new company!"

"What big order?" Meng Ze asked.

Bai Shuruo handed the order to Meng Ze: "Look, a big client from Europe. The first batch alone is worth tens of millions."

Meng Ze was surprised: "So much cargo? Our new company is just a shell company; can we produce it?"

Bai Shuruo said, "I've planned it all out carefully. We'll outsource these goods to outside companies to make, and we'll just collect some business commissions. The commission is quite substantial, too."

Meng Ze stopped questioning and only said, "Fine, then do as you say."

Bai Shuruo nodded: "However, the outsourced companies must be qualified, and the products they make must be as good as Baiyin's."

Meng Ze nodded.

He only felt that the two of them were like thieves.

……

The CEO's office.

Ali sent a screenshot of David's order to Han Yangting and added, "The Young Mistress has now found a company in Hangzhou to do it, and she has taken a commission of several million for herself."

Han Yangting stared at the order with deep eyes, saying nothing.

Ali couldn't help but say, "Sir, are you just going to indulge the Young Mistress in her reckless behavior outside? This is an order worth tens of millions."

After a long while, Han Yangting finally said, "Just consider it practice for her."

"..." Ali was speechless.

After leaving the office, Ali couldn't help but walk to the edge of the corridor, light a cigarette, and then look up at the sky.

What is love in this world? It can drive a CEO to act like a fool.

……

Following this logic, Bai Shuruo later used the name of Baiyin Group to take on several more orders, all worth tens of millions.

She even snatched one right out of Han Yangting's hands.

This day, Han Yangting asked her, "By the way, how is that order from the American client you've been following coming along?"

Bai Shuruo put on a guilty look: "I'm sorry, Brother Han, I might have lost that order."

Han Yangting was not annoyed, only stroking her head as he said, "Then forget it. You don't need to blame yourself; don't make yourself sick over it."

Bai Shuruo looked at him, a trace of guilt welling up in her heart.

This trace of guilt was real.

For a man to be able to tolerate her to this extent meant that this was true love.

Yet, she only wanted to scam him.

"Brother Han, are you really not angry with me?" she asked again.

Han Yangting said earnestly, "I'm not angry with you. How could I be angry with you? My Ruoruo is the most capable; if it doesn't work out this time, then we'll try the next."

Having said that, he pulled her into his arms.

Bai Shuruo lay in his embrace.

Perhaps because of the guilt, she did not refuse when he reached out to touch her.

He kissed her, and she did not refuse either.

Before she knew it, she had done it with him once more.

When reaching the peak, she comforted herself: just treat it as a normal need, a need devoid of feelings.

……

A few months later.

The weather had turned much colder, and it looked like another year was about to pass.

Bai Shuruo looked at her other account; the money in the account was already nearly three hundred million.

It had all been transferred out from Han Yangting's side.

This included snatching his company's business, as well as transferring funds using his official seal when he wasn't paying attention.

It was still far from enough, however.

But Bai Shuruo was patient; if half a year wouldn't do, then a year; if a year wouldn't do, then several years. Sooner or later, she would hollow out his company.

This day was New Year's Day.

Due to the lifting of mask policies, many people had fallen ill, and the internet was filled with wailing.

Bai Shuruo was no exception.

Lying in bed, her whole body aching and running a high fever, it felt as if there were razor blades in her throat.

She had to pause her plans and stay home to rest.

She looked at many women on the internet complaining about their husbands—either hiding far away, or not taking care of the children and leaving them to their feverish wives, or just lying flat and doing nothing at all.

Yet Han Yangting didn't even wear a mask, bringing her water and medicine, and even insisting on taking care of her by the bedside, unafraid of contagion.

At that moment, she felt guilt once again.

She even wanted to refuse to drink the water he brought her.

"Brother Han..." she asked with a hoarse voice, "Aren't you afraid I'll infect you?"

"Sooner or later I'll catch it anyway, isn't it the same whether it's early or late?" Han Yangting said indifferently.

Bai Shuruo felt like crying.

The fragility of being sick, combined with the uncertainty of the road ahead, left her not knowing how to choose.

Why did Heaven send such a man to her side?

This man was good in every way, except that he was an enemy.

"Ruoruo, what's wrong?" Seeing her cry, Han Yangting couldn't help but come over to comfort her.

At the same time, he patted her back while she was coughing.

Bai Shuruo shook her head: "It just feels very painful."

"Where does it hurt?"

"My whole body hurts," she said.

The doctor at home had already examined her and said that unless she took special medicine, she would just have to endure it slowly.

Even though Bai Shuruo had clearly taken the special medicine, she still felt the agony.

That afternoon, Meng Ze sent a WeChat message asking her that another sum of funds had arrived, and asked how she wanted to handle it?

She thought for a while and replied: I am still sick, let's talk about it after I recover.

In fact, Meng Ze was also sick.

He did not go to work today, but was lying in the house in the old alley, on that tattered bed he had slept on since he was a child.

He hadn't stockpiled medicine beforehand, and by this time, he was just relying on drinking water.

It was just that he was in so much pain he couldn't even be bothered to boil water, so he drank bottled mineral water and at the same time pressed the mineral water bottle against his forehead.

After enduring for a day, he only felt his body burning in a daze, a feeling like he was about to die.

He thought, maybe he should call an ambulance, so that if he passed out from the fever, he wouldn't die without anyone knowing.

Later he thought again, if I die, I die.

In this world, no one cares about him while he is alive, and after he dies, he can go underground to reunite with his mother.

He threw his phone aside and just fell asleep like that.

In a muddled state, he felt someone applying an ice compress to his forehead.

Then, a thermometer was tucked under his armpit.

He half-opened his eyes and saw a face that was both familiar and strange.

Is it really him?

He asked with a hoarse voice: "How did you... come here?"