Chapter 125: Let's Hook Our Pinkies, Swear on It, a Hundred Years No Changing

Wang Chuan glanced out of the corner of his eye at Xin Chanxi; her face, once deathly pale with shy blushes flooding her cheeks, had already returned to normal.

He hadn't expected Xin Chanxi to be so bold, daring to tempt him; at twenty years old, his body had nearly lost control.

Thinking back from meeting at the Driving School, beating up Tang Ao in front of her at the school gate, rescuing heat stroke patients together, feeding her fried rice cakes at a late-night stall outside the Hospital, and mixing a cup of Midsummer Night's Dream at the Bar.

And then at the cold drink shop in Yuanmao Mall, where Xin Chanxi had lifted her beautiful eyes to ask: "Imported and hot, is that okay?"

Outside the Old Bund, the two walking together engaged in an intimate gesture.

Their relationship was progressing at lightning speed; if this were a novel describing their bond, then on the very first day the book went on sale, their relationship would surely be explored in depth.

Whatever social mixer Xin Yisheng was, whatever real estate tycoon Xin Yuansheng was, he didn't give a damn anymore.

Now he was exerting himself to find a younger brother for Shen Mianshuang; was it really just to repay her help on his first day of internship? It didn't feel entirely equivalent. Every day reading novels, the library is vast, 𝕥𝕥𝕜𝕤. 𝕥𝕨 for you to choose.

Or was it a rising desire to protect her, a plan to alter the trajectory of her fate from her previous life?

"Wang Chuan, let's go, let's have dinner," Xin Chanxi suggested.

"Xiao, wait a moment, what were you doing during the Day Shift?"

Wang Chuan saw a signature on the documents at the side of the desk; it was Lian Zhanhuai.

"Nothing much, my dad asked me to check which of the real estate agencies cooperating with us offer the best value for money."

"Who is this Lian Zhanhuai?"

Xin Chanxi shook her head. "Director Lian is the Marketing Vice President, overseeing channels and customer relations."

"Does your company have anyone else with the surname Lian?" Wang Chuan continued to ask.

Xin Chanxi checked the company roster. "Among the senior and middle management, Director Lian is the only one with the surname Lian. Brother Wang Chuan, what's wrong? Is there some issue with Director Lian?"

"Can you see what his annual salary is?"

"Four hundred thousand," Xin Chanxi quickly looked up the compensation.

"Can I take a look at these documents? I have a hunch that this Director Lian has some problems."

Xin Chanxi sorted through the scattered papers she had just sat on, smoothing them out one by one before handing them to Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan flipped through them; they were the chronological accounts of fees paid by Yuansheng Group to real estate agencies over the past three years.

There were many paper pages, so Wang Chuan asked, "Do you have an Excel spreadsheet?"

"Yes." Xin Chanxi turned on the computer on another desk nearby. "Brother Wang Chuan, here, go ahead and look."

Wang Chuan began analyzing the data, and soon half an hour had passed.

He discovered that in the past year, three very small real estate agency firms had seen a sudden explosion in both the number of clients they recommended and the commission amounts, far exceeding their performance in the previous two years.

The transaction cycles were abnormally short; the closing period for clients recommended by these agencies was generally extremely brief, even shorter than the average cycle for walk-in clients, which defied logic.

All of them were concentrated in several housing developments in Dongxin District, Mingzhou City.

Wang Chuan now had an idea in his mind, but he needed evidence; if he directly asked Lian Zhanhuai for the gambling location, the man certainly wouldn't tell, so he must get hold of something to use as leverage to threaten him.

"Xiao, why aren't there detailed client lists attached for each transaction here?"

"Should there be?" Xin Chanxi asked.

"There should be; look here, there's a header for a guest information box that looks like it was deleted. Doesn't your real estate company conduct follow-up visits for customer satisfaction or score and evaluate the services provided by real estate agencies?"

"Then I'll go ask Director Lian for them; he oversees customer relations, right?" After speaking, Xin Chanxi widened her apricot eyes, immediately realizing this was inappropriate; she stuck out her finger and made a hushing sound.

"I understand, we mustn't alert the snake by striking the grass; I'll secretly go ask General Manager Han for them."

At this moment, Xin Chanxi felt very delighted; this Lian Zhanhuai must have problems, and moreover, Brother Wang Chuan was the one who found them, so her father would surely look upon Wang Chuan with even greater admiration.

The probability of him agreeing to let her date Wang Chuan was now higher.

Gurgling~~.

Xin Chanxi rubbed her stomach. "Brother Wang Chuan, is it urgent? I'm hungry; can I go ask General Manager Han for it when I go to work tomorrow?"

Wang Chuan copied down the addresses of those three real estate agencies. "Tomorrow when you get the client details from work, can you deliver them to me personally?"

"No problem at all; I'll just tell my dad I have a cold or something and need to go to the Hospital to get some medicine, and that will work."

The two left the Headquarters of Yuansheng Group, rushed back to a restaurant in the city center for dinner, and by then it was already nine o'clock.

Wang Chuan walked Xin Chanxi back to the entrance of Donghu Villa Community; Xin Chanxi was reluctant to part, looking back at every step.

"Little Cat Xin, wait a moment!" Wang Chuan suddenly remembered that the locations of the three real estate agencies were not very close to each other.

Hearing Wang Chuan call her, Xin Chanxi immediately turned around and ran back. "Brother Wang Chuan, what's wrong?"

"I just forgot something; can your company lend me the BMW 3 Series for a day tomorrow? Tomorrow I'll have Secretary Lou Yihan come to your company to pick it up."

"No problem at all; this car was originally assigned for me to drive. Once I get my driver's license, it will be my car."

Xin Chanxi blinked her eyes. "What are you and Secretary Lou going to do tomorrow?"

"Little Cat, have you forgotten? Didn't we say three real estate agencies showed anomalies? Tomorrow during the Day Shift, Secretary Lou and I will go scout them out."

"Is that so? Then tomorrow after I get the client list, I'll take a taxi to find you guys. I'll go scout them out too; if you guys are about to get beaten up, having one more person to help you is better!"

Having said this, Xin Chanxi threw a kick; a gust of Wind from her leg flew past Wang Chuan's ear.

Wang Chuan suddenly froze for a moment; the carefree kick fourteen-year-old Xiao Yuchu had delivered at the Iron Dragon Restaurant and Xin Chanxi's kick just now seemed to overlap in a trance.

'Damn, could Xin Chanxi be a person I imagined? Did I miss Xiao Yuchu so much that I carried her over into this Rebirth?'

Wang Chuan reached out and pinched Xin Chanxi's cheek. "Little Cat, does it hurt?"

"Brother Wang Chuan, what's wrong? Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you with that kick just now!"

Wang Chuan then pinched his own face hard; it hurt very much, so it probably wasn't an illusion. He asked, "Didn't you say you practiced Push-ups?"

"Just because I practice Push-ups, doesn't mean I can't learn some Martial Arts? When I was young, my uncle took me to a Daoist temple, where a Daoist Priest taught me. My calluses aren't all from doing Push-ups; some are left over from practicing martial arts when I was little."

"That Daoist temple was built on a mountain; another day I'll take you to meet my Master."

Wang Chuan lightly tapped Xin Chanxi's forehead with his index finger. "Last time we met Tang Ao at the gate of the Driving School, Heroine Xin, why didn't you make a move?"

"I just wanted to see if you, this old uncle, could protect me, or if you were just a handsome guy with a beautiful exterior but nothing inside."

Having said this, Xin Chanxi covered her mouth and burst into giggles.

Wang Chuan's expression grew somewhat grave; if Xin Chanxi ever saw him with other girls in the future, would he get beaten up?

"Xin Chanxi, regarding that matter with Tang Ao at the Driving School last time, I'll pretend you were just messing with me. Promise me one thing, and I'll forgive you. How about that?" Wang Chuan feigned anger.

"Brother Wang Chuan, I'm sorry. Name it; I promise, and I will never go back on my word!"

"You must promise me that no matter the circumstances, you will never use martial arts against me," Wang Chuan declared righteously.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xin Chanxi replied, "Of course! How could I ever hit Brother Wang Chuan?"

"OK, I'm locking that in! Let's pinky swear and hang ourselves—no changes for a hundred years!"

"Alright! Let's pinky swear and hang ourselves—no changes for a hundred years!!"