Chapter 909: Chapter 909: Truly Oblivious to Romance

Zhou the secretary brought tea but didn’t leave.

Of course, that was King Jingyao’s intention.

Jiang Chaoge lowered her gaze and drank tea, then softly asked, "Jingyao, am I truly incomparable to Lin Hua?"

Old Wang feigned a bitter smile, "When love takes its course, Xiao Jiang, you’ve been hurt by this, but don’t worry. I know many promising young talents, and whatever type you want, I can introduce them to you. Consider it my compensation to you."

Zhou the secretary almost burst out laughing at this.

Wasn’t this what Jiang Chaoge said to Lin Hua? Now it’s returned, and when Mr. Wang favored her, he always called her by name, but now it’s Xiao Jiang. Men’s hearts change so quickly.

Jiang Chaoge came to test the waters.

She wasn’t willing to accept; King Jingyao and Lin Hua haven’t married yet, so she still has a chance.

She didn’t believe Lin Hua had drugged King Jingyao, making him lose his mind entirely, so Jiang Chaoge also had wicked thoughts and wanted to win King Jingyao’s affection somehow.

She was truly mistaken—King Jingyao is such a philanderer, he would’ve married many times had that been his priority. He truly likes Lin Hua.

At this moment, Jiang Chaoge radiates charm, and her outfit is quite provocative.

Old Wang sits there like a block of wood, not understanding any of the flirtation, only has Zhou the secretary hand over tissues, which annoys Jiang Chaoge to the point she can’t pretend any longer...

Just then, King Jingyao arrives and hands her a tissue, regretfully saying: "Xiao Jiang, from now on, I’ll be a married man and need to be disciplined. So perhaps we should avoid any semblance of impropriety; private meetings are not possible. Lin Hua seems gentle, but actually has quite a temper, not easy to talk to. If there’s any gossip, it would be hard to explain when I return, so please understand."

Jiang Chaoge’s eyelids twitched, then she lightly said, "I understand Mr. Wang’s meaning. I won’t bother you anymore."

She stood up, smiled a bit: "I’ll focus on my academic work, grow the project, and not betray the trust Mr. Wang has placed in me."

"That’s the spirit." King Jingyao habitually moved to pat her shoulder.

Zhou the secretary glanced over, and Old Wang abruptly stopped, awkwardly pulling his hand back: "It’s best if you see things clearly, this project is of great importance to me. If there are technical problems, I can have someone handle them for you."

Jiang Chaoge slightly lifted her head: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wang. With Senior Lu Heng around, no problems will exist."

She was humiliated by the Jiang Bin couple, lost face before all of Beicheng’s elite, and now, full of anger, she vowed to achieve great success, leaving no one daring to underestimate her. She decided not to trust men anymore, only herself.

She didn’t believe Lin Hua could continually hold King Jingyao’s favor; he was too used to play-acting to ever truly settle down for one woman. Lin Hua...was simply using her looks as leverage.

Jiang Chaoge left.

Zhou the secretary closed the door and turned back with a smile: "Such anger."

Old Wang waved a hand, helplessly: "Let her vent, otherwise who knows what she might do. By the way, how’s Chen Ming doing? Make some arrangements for Lin Hua’s safety, times have changed, it’s best to have someone accompany her when she goes out."

Zhou the secretary smiled and reassured: "Don’t worry, Secretary Wang has already arranged it. Chen Ming will be discharged in three days and will take over then."

King Jingyao nodded: "Jingchuan is very meticulous."

Zhou the secretary smiled: "Indeed, Jingchuan called me last night, said it’s a shame he can’t be by your side during this important time."

The words left Old Wang feeling sentimental as he leaned back against the sofa with a smile: "I do somewhat miss him. After things are settled, have that little bastard return him to us."

"Just fear Little Gu’s gotten too comfortable and won’t return him." Zhou the secretary quipped.

Old Wang suddenly looked concerned, staring at Zhou the secretary with some astonishment, "What if he doesn’t return?"

Zhou the secretary comforted: "Little Gu cares about you, will surely return him. I was just joking with you."

Old Wang wiped his sweat: "True, though when has she cared for me? She only ever annoys me."

Zhou the secretary laughed again: "You say that, but deep down you know. If Little Gu hadn’t hinted to Jingchuan, he wouldn’t have gotten confirmation, and you wouldn’t have been able to marry Miss Lin so smoothly."

Old Wang suddenly went silent, acknowledging this assumption was indeed accurate. That girl is a sly one, if it wasn’t intentional, how could she let Jingchuan figure it out?

Zhou the secretary saw him pondering and seized the moment: "Little Gu is very principled and cares about you, so should you..."

King Jingyao raised his eyes, smiling: "Your persuasion skill is just like Jingchuan’s, no wonder you were such close buddies back in school."

Zhou the secretary chuckled: "Bunk bed mates, quite a bond."

Old Wang felt sour inside, thinking of his own sister made it worse.

Alas, he saw her last night, she joked and laughed with the old lady, everyone doted on her, while he played the villain, being stern with her. She must still blame him, and he could see the faint green spot on her calf; it’s been so long and still hasn’t faded. He had kicked hard back then, but it’s been nearly a month, it should have gone by now...

Reflecting on it, he still felt guilty; after all, she was once his cherished little brat, and it seemed unworthy of Zhou Yunchen.

He glanced at Zhou the secretary and said, "Okay then, make arrangements for dinner with Lin Hua tonight, and if that little brat’s in town, have them join us—find a quiet restaurant."

Zhou the secretary quickly agreed.

But once again, this was only King Jingyao’s wishful thinking; in the evening, he eagerly went to see his wife and sister, but the restaurant’s private room held only Lin Hua.

He immediately felt annoyed and sat beside Lin Hua: "Where’s the brat?"

Lin Hua reached out and poured him a cup of tea, smiling: "Anxi returned first. As for any important matters, she didn’t say, probably...just doesn’t want to see you."

She was bold in her privilege, daring to speak such to him; with anyone else, Old Wang would’ve lost his temper. With Lin Hua’s words, he merely looked at her, saying nothing.

After a sip of tea, he asked: "Where did you go shopping? What did you buy?"