Chapter 312: Two-Pronged Approach

In the evening, Chen Mo came to Cheng Wenjing's apartment again.

The idea Chen Mo gave Ahua could at best only secure the shares held by Wang Baiman.

But the shares Tang Zhudi holds are not much fewer than Wang Baiman's.

Chen Mo could not give up those shares either.

If he wants Tang Zhudi to willingly sell her shares, he must find a way through Cheng Wenjing.

After an intense two‑person activity, Cheng Wenjing lazily leaned against Chen Mo's chest, her fingers gently drawing circles on his torso.

"Mo Ge, is there something you need me to do tonight?"

Chen Mo held a cigarette in one hand and toyed with the softness on Cheng Wenjing's chest with the other, speaking softly, "What, can't I just be here simply to keep you company?"

"Hmph, you such a big boss, would you even look at a little assistant like me?" Cheng Wenjing cooed, "You only need to come and keep me company occasionally."

Although Cheng Wenjing follows Chen Mo, she only knows that he is a big boss and a Triad Society elder.

Chen Mo's exact strength, how many subordinates he has, how many women are at his home—Cheng Wenjing does not know clearly.

Nevertheless, even just those bits she knows make her aware of the huge gap between her and Chen Mo.

She doesn't think she holds much weight in Chen Mo's mind.

After all, their relationship didn't start pleasantly.

Hearing Cheng Wenjing say that, Chen Mo smiled lightly.

Chen Mo still greatly appreciates Cheng Wenjing's self‑awareness.

"Don't underestimate yourself. After all, a woman as smart and capable as you, I still like a lot.

After a while, when I secure Longfa Profession, I'll promote you. Whatever you want in daily life, I'll buy for you.

As long as you behave, I'll treat you the same as any other woman."

Given Chen Mo's current net worth and confidence, his flattering words sound especially credible.

Cheng Wenjing was moved beyond belief, her eyes shimmering, looking ready to mount a horse at any moment.

Chen Mo pressed firmly with his hand, restraining the restless Cheng Wenjing.

"Come to think of it, I actually have a small task for you to do."

When Cheng Wenjing heard Chen Mo say there was something she needed to do, she was briefly startled, her gaze dimming a bit. She then tilted her body and slipped a hand around Chen Mo's waist.

"I'm yours. Whatever it is, as long as you want me to do it, I will."

Chen Mo sensed a hint of reluctance in Cheng Wenjing's tone, and chuckled lightly, "Did you misunderstand? It's just a little thing, not asking you to kill anyone."

"Huh?" Cheng Wenjing looked up puzzled, "You don't need me to kill Wang Baiman and..."

Before Cheng Wenjing could finish, Chen Mo shook his head, "Matters of killing, I have specialists among my subordinates to handle."

Moreover, what I need are the shares they hold, not their lives.

"In my bag there's a file on Wang Baiman, containing the several women he keeps outside, plus photos of him fooling around with other women."

"Later, act as if by accident and reveal these to Tang Zhudi, just enough to sow discord in their marriage."

"Is that all?" Cheng Wenjing couldn't believe that what Chen Mo asked her to do was so simple.

"I said, it's just a little thing. Whatever your usual work is, just occasionally tap a drumbeat at Tang Zhudi's ear and that's enough."

Cheng Wenjing quietly let out a sigh of relief.

At first she thought Chen Mo wanted her to kill Wang Baiman and his spouse.

Being asked to kill Wang Baiman gave her no psychological pressure.

But being asked to kill Tang Zhudi, she still felt some resistance.

Although she is now fully straightened by Chen Mo and completely subservient to him, after all, he was someone she once liked.

In other words, he was her former white moonlight.

Even though she is still willing to obey Chen Mo, she feels a bit uneasy inside.

Now that she hears Chen Mo only wants her to stir up the couple's relationship, Cheng Wenjing feels no psychological pressure at all.

She already thought Wang Baiman was unworthy of Tang Zhudi.

This job suits her perfectly.

With emotions fluctuating, Cheng Wenjing increasingly felt Chen Mo was an understanding person, and couldn't help extending her little tongue to gently lick his chest.

Then she lifted her head, her wet eyes gazing at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo lowered his head to look at Chen Wenjing in his arms, smiling, "Looks like you've rested enough?"

"Hmm..." Cheng Wenjing nodded, responded softly, and couldn't help licking again.

"Since you've rested..."

Chen Mo reached out, lifted Cheng Wenjing's chin, meeting her eyes, his thumb brushing across her lips.

Then, he slightly raised his chin, gesturing toward Cheng Wenjing.

Understanding, Cheng Wenjing turned, knelt up, kissed Chen Mo's chest, then continued downward.

She kissed his pectorals, shark‑muscle, abs, and mermaid line, then kept going down...

"Sss..."

Chen Mo couldn't help reaching into Cheng Wenjing's hair, inhaling a cold breath.

...... (Much text omitted)

The story diverges into two threads.

After Ahua and Wu Ying returned to their own turf, they immediately set things in motion.

First they assigned a few people to tail Wang Baiman's movements, then had someone buy a law book to verify whether the legal clause Chen Mo mentioned was true.

After confirming that relations with girls under fourteen are indeed a crime, they promptly ordered Wu Ying to take a few people to the Ci Yun Shan area to find a young little sister.

Everything seemed to proceed in such an orderly fashion.

But, there's no way things would go that smoothly.

Ci Yun Shan is in the countryside; many young people have no livelihood at home, so it's no surprise they start hanging out at a young age.

But, no matter how young they are, they're already sixteen or seventeen.

There aren't many girls who start hanging out before the age of fourteen.

The key point is that girls under fourteen haven't developed at all; letting them go out to steal a wallet or cause trouble is fine, but thinking they could seduce men is wishful thinking.

Speaking of which, this is actually a bias caused by Chen Mo's inertial thinking from before his transmigration.

In Chen Mo's impression, girls aged thirteen or fourteen are already not small in stature; with some makeup and a more mature look, although they may differ somewhat from twenty-something adults, the difference from eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls is not big.

Some lecherous old men with lust on their brains absolutely can't tell the difference.

But, it's now the late 1980s.

Living conditions in the countryside are certainly not as good as they are today.

The circumstances of the families of those girls forced to hang out at thirteen or fourteen can be imagined.

Under such family conditions, those little girls are all malnourished like bean sprouts, short and thin.

No matter how they dress up, they still look like children.

Black Fly brought back the few girls he had finally found who were just a few months shy of turning fourteen, and had the venue's girls, already made up, change into mature outfits.

Ahua looked at the girls in front of him, his mouth twitching.