Chapter 317: That Slap

Are you busy lately?

After finishing the business, Shu Jingya leaned back on the sofa, smiling at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng shook his head. "Do I look like a busy person?"

If you're not busy... help me massage, my neck's been sore lately, and my waist too.

Lin Feng thought it wasn't the 'waist' but a demon.

Older women just like to stir up trouble.

Sure!

Lin Feng got up, went behind Shu Jingya, and started massaging her shoulders.

At this time, Liang Shishi liked to lecture Lin Feng on how to conduct oneself.

They're all twisted reasoning.

Where's the logic in teaching people not to take the proper path, but always to pull strings and go through the back door?

But compared to Shu Jingya, Liang Shishi is much better.

Shu Jingya's theory is to pass by without entering, to taste lightly then stop, and when encountering difficulty, to turn around and leave immediately.

She never puts herself in danger.

It's a bit like meeting by chance and forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.

"Sister Jingya, let's talk about acupuncture!"

By this time, Lin Feng was already massaging Shu Jingya's waist.

Lin Feng pinched with both hands; this waist is still quite slim.

"Little troublemaker, focus a bit, don't let your mind wander."

Er~

At the same time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Nian held a folder and walked into the main entrance of a certain office building.

Upon entering, there was a large hall.

The way to the elevators was several rows of access control.

Without a work pass, you can't get in.

Mu Nian looked up at the time; the agreed time with the client was approaching.

It was a female tenant who called Mu Nian wanting to rent a place.

They agreed to meet in the lobby of this office building.

Mu Nian glanced around, then sat down in the rest area at the corner of the lobby.

Just then, the elevator doors beyond the access control opened, and one after another, neatly dressed white-collar men and women walked out.

Finally, dozens of people stood on either side of the main gate, looking as if they were welcoming someone.

In the middle stood a young handsome man in black clothes, with his hair neatly combed.

A female assistant followed beside him.

The handsome man paced with a furrowed brow, occasionally lifting his wrist to check the time.

He waited like that for over ten minutes.

A 'buzzing' sound rose from the crowd on both sides.

Mu Nian then stood up, carefully squeezed into the crowd, and softly said to a young woman in a white shirt, black skirt, with her legs wrapped in black ***: "Are you Miss Zou Miaoqian?"

"Are you the landlord?"

The young woman whispered.

Mu Nian nodded and asked, "With such a big show, are you welcoming clients?"

Zou Miaoqian nodded, "No, it's our company's chairman, and also the mother of our manager, arriving!"

"Is it proper to welcome one's own mother like this?"

Mu Nian frowned and said.

Zou Miaoqian laughed, "Bosses just want to show off."

As the two whispered, a car pulled up and stopped at the gate.

After one Bentley came to a stop, a young woman in the front passenger seat got out and opened the rear door.

A short-haired middle-aged woman got out of the car.

Then, the rear door on the other side opened, and a young woman in a red dress stepped out.

The woman in red linked arms with the short-haired middle-aged woman and walked into the gate.

Such a scene is very common in urban TV dramas.

Mu Nian thought, "TV dramas really aren't lying!"

These rich people really know how to put on a show, going out with entourages front and back.

But Boss Lin just drives himself around, carefree...

Mu Nian was clear about Lin Feng's real estate holdings.

The annual rent collected exceeds a hundred million, higher than the profits of many companies.

"Chairman, good!"

Dozens of employees bowed toward the middle-aged woman.

By this time, Mu Nian had already returned to the corner of the lobby.

This meeting amounted to nothing; originally it was to discuss renting with Miss Zou.

Now encountering this, Miss Zou said they could only talk after work.

She also had Mu Nian wait here; after work they'd settled things, but still needed to trouble Mu Nian to help move things.

Mu Nian agreed.

Anyway, today there's only this one deal; we'll just wait here for two hours.

She raised her hand and called a waiter to brew her a cup of coffee.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman at the door waved her hand, telling the company staff to go back to work.

In the end, only four people remained.

The middle-aged woman's handsome manager son, his assistant, the middle-aged woman herself, and the red‑dressed beauty beside her.

"Shall we talk over there?"

The middle-aged woman said, frowning.

The four walked over to the seat beside Mu Nian.

Everyone except the female assistant sat down.

Mu Nian picked up her phone, searched for news about this company, and quickly found the two people's identities.

The middle-aged woman is none other than the chairwoman of this cosmetics company, named Zhu Huilan; her son is named Sheng Mingcheng.

Mu Nian was just curious and looked up their information.

Coincidentally, when the phone displayed the photos, Sheng Mingcheng caught a glimpse.

Only then did he notice Mu Nian.

A pretty‑looking girl who appeared clean and neat.

Mu Nian glanced sideways; at that moment Sheng Mingcheng had already withdrawn his gaze.

Mu Nian picked up the folder and began flipping through it.

At this point Zhu Huilan spoke: "Mingcheng, you and Honghong have been together for a while…"

She had barely begun when Sheng Mingcheng frowned and said: "Mom, I told you before—I have a girlfriend, and we're just ordinary friends."

"Ordinary friends!? Then whose child is she carrying?"

As soon as Zhu Huilan finished speaking, Sheng Mingcheng's eyes widened: "Mom, what are you saying?"

Zhu Huilan produced a hospital examination report, placed it before Sheng Mingcheng, and said: "Don't believe me? Look—it's been over three months."

Sheng Mingcheng stared, then said: "It was an accident—did you know about it?"

Both lowered their voices.

But Mu Nian, sitting nearby, still overheard.

Mu Nian glanced at Sheng Mingcheng, and the words "scumbag" popped into her mind.

He's even worse than Lin boss.

She stood up, wanting to change seats.

Just then Sheng Mingcheng rose, grabbed Mu Nian's arm, and said: "Mom, let me introduce you—this is my girlfriend."

Mu Nian frowned, shook off his hand, and said: "Mr. Sheng, please show some respect—I don't know you!"

Sheng Mingcheng laughed: "You don't know me, so how do you know my surname is Sheng? Don't worry—even my mom can't do anything to you."

Heh~

Zhu Huilan snorted coldly.

The woman in the red dress stared at Mu Nian with hatred.

Sheng Mingcheng seized Mu Nian's arm again and said: "Don't be angry, dear—listen to my explanation."

"Mr. Sheng, I'm not your girlfriend—let go of me!"

"No way! From now on I'm going public about our relationship."

"Slap~"

Mu Nian raised her hand and slapped Sheng Mingcheng.

She wasn't the sort of Cinderella who expects a domineering CEO to sweep her off her feet.

Sheng Mingcheng was dazed by Mu Nian's slap.

It was the first time in his life he'd ever been hit.

In his view, Mu Nian's earlier look at his photo on her phone meant she was the type who had been eyeing him for a while, hoping to latch onto him and become a phoenix.

At least she could willingly play along with his act, right?

Moreover, Sheng Mingcheng really felt attracted to Mu Nian.

But he never imagined reality would refuse to follow the script.

To be precise, Mu Nian's slap had already exceeded Sheng Mingcheng's comprehension.

All the female employees in the company, no matter who, were obedient and docile in his presence.

Damn!

Sheng Mingcheng felt anger surge after being slapped, and raised his hand to slap Mu Nian back.

But Mu Nian dodged; Sheng Mingcheng stepped forward and shoved her shoulder.

Mu Nian fell to the ground with a bang, her forehead striking the table edge.

A small split opened, and blood began to flow.

"Hmph!"

Sheng Mingcheng snorted coldly.

He pulled out his wallet, threw a stack of money at Mu Nian, and said: "Compensate your medical expenses."

Having said that, he turned and left.

For Sheng Mingcheng, this act flopped.

He didn't care about Mu Nian's injury at all, his heart full of embarrassment.

After Sheng Mingcheng left, Zhu Huilan stood up and walked to Mu Nian's side.

By then, Mu Nian had already gotten up from the ground.

The hand covering her forehead was stained red with blood.

Zhu Huilan frowned and said, "Go check on her quickly! When we get back, I'll give that brat a good scolding."

After saying that, she pulled along the prospective daughter-in-law beside her and left.

The woman named Honghong turned her head, glanced at Mu Nian, and laughed, saying, "I thought she was a Cinderella! Turns out she's just a nobody—Mingcheng is really embarrassed now."

The two of them left, chatting and laughing.

Mu Nian didn't bother to pick up the money on the ground, clutching her folder angrily as she walked away.

At a nearby pharmacy, she got two stitches on her forehead and had a band-aid applied.

"Doctor, will it leave a scar?"

Mu Nian asked, covering her injured forehead.

The doctor said, "Keep it dry; after the wound heals, use some scar‑removal medicine, and it shouldn't leave a scar."

Mu Nian nodded, paid, and left the pharmacy.

"What a terrible day!"

Mu Nian shook her head with a wry smile.

She didn't call the police.

Because she knew that for these rich people, calling the police would be useless.

At worst, they'd just pay her a bit more money.

All the fuss still affected her work.

After the New Year, especially on weekends, there were many things to do.

In the afternoon she still had to help Miss Zou move.

She had also thought about calling Lin Feng to tell him about this.

After thinking it over, she decided against it—she didn't want to cause trouble for Lin Feng.

But deep down, she always felt a lingering sense of grievance.