Chapter 313: Synchronous Advancement

Ahua waved his hand, sending the girl the flies had found away.

"Flies, these are the girls you found?"

"Yes." The flies didn't notice anything odd in Ahua's tone, and when he replied his voice still carried a hint of pride.

"I've been searching for a long time to find these girls. Let me tell you, Ahua, it's not easy to find girls who are out on their own before they're fourteen.

But I, Wu Ying, am no ordinary person, and I've managed to find several of them."

Ahua's face darkened again.

"Wu Ying, when you were with Mo Ge this afternoon, you also looked over Wang Baiman's file. Do you remember who Wang Baiman is?"

"A billionaire, of course I know!"

"A billionaire, and you even know he's a billionaire!" Ahua gritted his teeth.

"You want me to use these few 'bean sprouts' to lure a billionaire? What kind of billionaire would be attracted by a handful of dry little brats?

Forget the billionaire, even you—could you even look at these pieces of junk?"

"Um......" Wu Ying finally caught on, "Seems like it!"

"Huh......" Ahua steadied his emotions, exhaled a long breath, and rubbed his face with his hand to calm himself.

"Can't you find some mature, curvy girls? Not saying they have to be stunning, but at least they should be eye‑catching!"

Wu Ying thought about the process of finding girls at Ci Yun Shan today, and awkwardly scratched his head.

"Ahua, it's not that I don't want to look, I just can't find any! This is the best I could find today.

Fourteen is still a kid; how could she be mature?"

Hearing Wu Ying say that, Ahua also scratched his head in frustration: "What now? I promised Mo Ge that we must get this done."

The two sat together, sighing, smoking one cigarette after another.

Unfortunately, smoking does nothing for the problem at hand.

After they finished half a pack, Ahua tossed the lighter from his hand.

"Never mind, let's try. Since Mo Ge asked me to do this, there must be a reason."

"So, keep looking for people. Whether it's Ci Yun Shan or Kowloon Walled City, any place where people hang out, you go search.

I don't believe there aren't suitable girls.

As for these 'bean sprouts', I'll have someone bring them before Wang Baiman to see if he shows interest."

Anyway, there's no other way for now; we have to treat a dead horse as a living one.

At dawn, Cheng Wenjing woke up in Chen Mo's arms, saw he was still sound asleep, and decided not to wake him.

She got dressed and washed up.

Just as she was about to leave, Chen Mo stood in the bedroom doorway in only his pajama pants.

"Don't rush off. Have you looked over the completed documents?"

Cheng Wenjing stepped toward the doorway, then pulled back, hurried to Chen Mo, rose onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't worry, I've already read them. I haven't memorized everything, but I grasp the gist."

"That's fine. No need to tell Tang Zhudi too many details; over‑explaining looks forced. Just give her enough to understand."

"Got it, I'm heading to work."

Chen Mo gave Cheng Wenjing's rear a pat and said, "Go. When it's done, I'll reward you properly."

Cheng Wenjing understood the implication, and couldn't help rolling her eyes at him.

After Cheng Wenjing left, Chen Mo no longer intended to go back to sleep.

After a half‑night of toil last night, Cheng Wenjing rested well and went to work, so Chen Mo had no reason to linger in bed.

After freshening up, he also left Cheng Wenjing's apartment.

When Cheng Wenjing arrived at the office, Tang Zhudi hadn't come in yet.

After all, she's the boss's wife, not a regular employee.

Moreover, Prosperous Real Estate's situation isn't great right now, so there's little work to handle.

Several development projects are about to halt due to funding, while the ongoing operations have had no issues and can continue as usual.

Prosperous Real Estate's biggest problem now, besides funding, is the constant threat of a takeover.

Yet these problems aren't being solved by Tang Zhudi or Wang Baiman sitting in the office.

Compared to Wang Baiman, Tang Zhudi is more emotional as a woman.

Although she's prepared for a mutually destructive showdown with Chen Mo, she still hopes to salvage things before the final moment.

Thus, these past few days Tang Zhudi has been contacting business partners, trying to borrow money to buy back shares.

But the recent stock crash has left everyone nervous, and no one wants to lend out their cash.

This has kept Tang Zhudi busy for days, yet she has achieved nothing.

When Tang Zhudi finally got to work, it was already past ten in the morning.

Cheng Wenjing's desk is just outside Tang Zhudi's office, only a few meters from the doorway.

As Tang Zhudi arrived, Cheng Wenjing felt a pang of sympathy seeing her tired face and the faint dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn't hide.

Perhaps if Tang Zhudi divorces Wang Baiman, sells her shares for cash, becomes a stable rich lady, her life would be better.

Thinking that, the lingering resentment Cheng Wenjing felt for betraying Tang Zhudi suddenly vanished.

"Zhudi, you're here." Cheng Wenjing stood and greeted Tang Zhudi as she approached.

"Wenjing, thanks for your effort. I don't think I have any schedule today, right?"

"No. There are only a few documents that need your signature; I've placed them on your desk."

"Alright." Tang Zhudi nodded and walked toward the office.

After a few steps, Tang Zhudi turned back and looked at Cheng Wenjing.

Cheng Wenjing, I don't have much to do today either, so you don't need to follow me. I can see your complexion isn't great either—why don't you go rest?

Ah? I'm fine, the company... I don't have much work to keep busy either, I'm not tired.

Tang Zhudi walked up to Cheng Wenjing and gently gave her a hug: "Thank you, Cheng Wenjing. I know you want to share the hardship with me, but you don't need to be so tired."

Look at you, your complexion has gotten worse.

In fact, although Cheng Wenjing's complexion is somewhat better than Tang Zhudi's, her face still shows some fatigue.

But Tang Zhudi is worn out from company matters, while Cheng Wenjing's poor complexion is simply because Chen Mo kept her up too late last night, so she didn't get enough sleep.

But Tang Zhudi doesn't know that; she still thinks Cheng Wenjing's condition is due to worrying together with her about company matters.

Cheng Wenjing, being hugged by Tang Zhudi, felt a little embarrassed.

She gently patted Tang Zhudi's back and smiled: "I'm fine. Your complexion is worse than mine—you should really rest."

Anyway, you don't have much work today either; later I'll make you a cup of tea and keep you company.