Chapter 40: Chance Encounter with Su Nianchu

"If you don't believe it, you can go ask the great hero who rescued you, Captain Shen," Xie Wantang said calmly.

She says Shen Ye is her Senior Martial Brother; can Lu Rourou not accept that?

If, that night, she told her that Shen Ye had let her listen to the audio the kidnappers sent, she quickly analyzed the sound‑signature environment in the recording, which allowed the Senior Martial Brother to locate the kidnapping site so fast and rescue her.

The person Lu Rourou despises most became her lifesaver…

Wouldn't that be even harder for her to accept?

Come to think of it, she also took part in the rescue, being one of the great heroes who pulled her out of hell.

It's only because she's a woman; if she were a man, later when Lu Rourou found out, wouldn't she have to offer herself to him?

She would never agree.

"I want to ask, you said he's your Senior Martial Brother, so call him; we'll confront him right now and see whether you're lying."

Lu Rourou suddenly came to her senses, and her wits started to keep up.

She had tried contacting Shen Ye, but the number he gave her either wouldn't connect, or the person who answered was not him at all.

If what Xie Wantang said is true, then she'll call Shen Ye.

If they truly are senior brother and junior sister, Lu Rourou thinks they would certainly be able to contact each other at any time.

That way, it would also make it easy for her to find Shen Ye whenever she wants.

For Shen Ye's sake, letting her change her attitude toward Xie Wantang isn't impossible.

But the condition is that Xie Wantang must not have deceived her.

"Lu Rourou, are you stupid? You really don't know what kind of work my Senior Martial Brother does; he's always the one who contacts me, I can never reach him."

"Tch—" Lu Rourou rolled her eyes; she knew Xie Wantang was obviously lying.

"What are you cutting about? Believe it or not, I'm telling you straight—your pig brain is filled with crap, and someone like my Senior Martial Brother could never be interested in you."

"Xie Wantang—" Lu Rourou was furious, screaming.

Xie Wantang cursed at her again, and the insults were that harsh.

"What are you calling me? I haven't finished. You think getting my Senior Martial Brother's number makes you impressive? Have you ever gotten through? His number changes with each mission."

"Otherwise, wouldn't those who want him dead have taken him down earlier?"

"……"

Those words left Lu Rourou speechless after the direct retort.

She seemed to only now recall that Shen Ye's identity is that of an international special police officer.

Moreover, when she asked his comrades for Shen Ye's phone, one of them warned her that going there would be useless because the call wouldn't go through.

It was her own disbelief.

She remained very confident in her own beauty.

She thought she was the type that makes a man's eyes light up.

Besides, her figure was also good.

That night, when Shen Ye lifted her out with his strong, powerful arms, she felt the sense of security a man—a hero—gave her.

She admitted that her second brother was right; Shen Ye must have saved many people, not just her.

But she didn't care about other women; she simply wanted to marry him.

Lu Rourou felt that since fate had arranged for her to meet Shen Ye, this was destiny set for the two of them.

"So, this time Captain Shen returned to the country with a mission?" Lu Yanshen asked.

Xie Wantang frowned: "No, Lu Yanshen, your sister's brainless—has it been passed on to you? Does he have a mission, what mission, can you tell me?"

"……"

That mouth is quite something—sweet yesterday, and today she rams them siblings from every angle, truly sharp‑tongued.

Lu Yanshen got dressed, while Xie Wantang was still in pajamas.

After Lu Rourou calmed down and had no more questions for Xie Wantang, Lu Yanshen said he would escort Lu Rourou home.

Lu Rourou obediently followed Lu Yanshen.

After the siblings left, Xie Wantang originally wanted to take another nap, but after a minute she couldn't fall asleep, so she got up, called her private butler, and asked him to tidy the room.

The private butler sent cleaners in, and also took the clothes Xie Wantang and Lu Yanshen had changed out of last night to the laundry for specialized washing, disinfection, and drying.

After the arrangements, the private butler asked Xie Wantang, "MrsLu's breakfast today—do you want to eat it in the room or go to the restaurant?"

"I'll go to the restaurant myself," Xie Wantang said, having already freshened up and changed clothes.

"Alright."

Xie Wantang left; she didn't go to Ying Yue Restaurant.

Last time, Lu Yanze came over, and they had breakfast at Ying Yue Restaurant; the dishes were exquisite but not tasty.

Xie Wantang went to the Lotus Pond Restaurant downstairs.

The Lotus Pond Restaurant gets its name because upon entering, there's a small lotus pond scene with moonlight, a little bridge over flowing water, lotus leaves and lotuses, and the pool holds several freely swimming colorful koi.

Very beautiful.

After going in, Xie Wantang first went to the buffet area to pick what she wanted to eat today.

At this moment, Xie Wantang had a good appetite and took a lot of tasty food.

Carrying her tray, she found a seat by the window.

Just as she sat down, she saw opposite her Su Nianchu, eating while scrolling on a phone.

"Designer Su?" Xie Wantang hadn't expected to run into Su Nianchu here; she waved, her smile radiant.

"Miss Xie?" Su Nianchu was also surprised to see Xie Wantang.

The first time they met, Xie Wantang explicitly said she wanted Su Nianchu to call her Miss Xie, and Su Nianchu remembered that.

The two women, who got along well, joined together and claimed a table.

Was Su Nianchu staying at a hotel last night?

The hotel restaurant's breakfast is only for hotel guests.

Lunch and dinner, aside from Ying Yue Can Ting, other restaurants can operate externally.

However, reservations are also required; walk‑in guests are not served.

High‑end hotels are arrogant and will even refuse customers' spending.

No, I've been living here for a while.

Seeing Xie Wantang full of doubt, Su Nianchu explained again:

I think buying a house is worse than staying at a hotel—someone cleans the room and does the laundry every day, the service is good, I don't get tired, and I can devote all the time I'd spend on household chores to work.

"Designer Su is truly a strong woman." Xie Wantang couldn't help but give a thumbs‑up, feeling a twinge of envy.

"Miss Xie is also not bad."

They went back and forth, the two women exchanging business compliments on the spot.

Xie Wantang shook her head, humbly saying, "I can't compare with Designer Su—I married early and became a housewife.

"Miss Xie's husband really dotes on her—such a nice villa, such fine décor, and he'd demolish it just because he said so." A flicker of envy crossed Su Nianchu's eyes.

Sometimes a woman's single status isn't by choice but because she hasn't met a man who could make her decide to leave single life behind.

So she envies women who have happy marriages and have found good husbands who love them.

"When you have it demolished, you'll understand why." Xie Wantang said helplessly, without further explanation.

Su Nianchu didn't pursue the question, but brought up the design drawings: "Miss Xie, the design drawings are out—do you have time later to come to my room and take a look?"

"Sure." Xie Wantang readily agreed.

After finishing breakfast, they took the elevator up together, and Xie Wantang was surprised to discover that Su Nianchu also lived on the top floor—indeed they were on the same floor.

That night, Lu Rourou made such a fuss, yet we didn't see her come out to watch the excitement.

Only then did Xie Wantang understand how much Lu Yanshen cared for Lu Rourou—why didn't he open another room in the adjacent suite for her, instead having the butler take her downstairs?

As it turned out, the presidential suite next door had already been occupied.

Yu Jing Zun Di's top floor has only two presidential suites, each costing six figures per night.

This Designer Su is no ordinary money‑maker.