I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar-Chapter 66 - : Ms. Hu

Chapter 66: Ms. Hu

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Xing Shu was in Cheng Lang’s car; the atmosphere was so uncomfortable you could cut the air with a knife. The source of this tension was Nie Heng. Nie Heng’s gaze was like a laser beam as he scanned Xing Shu from head to toe. Xing Shu could not help but lean towards Cheng Lang. Cold sweat broke out on her back.

Nie Heng sneered and deliberately stretched out his legs in a territorial move, pushing Xing Shu into a corner. “First Xiao Zhuo, then Ron. Xing Shu, you’re very ambitious.”

Nie Heng had seen Xing Shu and Ron chatting happily when he returned to the hall after completing the paperwork for the purchase.

Xing Shu frowned. It seemed that no matter what she did, it would be misinterpreted by Nie Heng. Since that was the case… She suddenly raised her hand and gripped Cheng Lang’s fingertips; her fingertips scratching his palm. Nie Heng’s face fell. His eyes narrowed, like a cheetah preparing to hunt.

Xing Shu’s anger dissipated. She still did not reply. Her fingers playfully moved around Cheng Lang’s large hand, and slipped between his fingers before interlocking with them.

Cheng Lang’s head was lowered; looking at the laptop and typing with his other hand. He was in a video conference with the senior management in China. Sensing Xing Shu’s actions, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice as he said softly,

“Quiet, be good.”

The microphone in the video conference was turned off by Cheng Lang. He could hear the reports by the senior management through the earpiece, but the other party could not hear him. Xing Shu melted at hearing his low and raspy voice, regretting her rashness. She wanted to retract her hand quietly, but Cheng Lang locked her hand, pressing it against the leather seat.

Xing Shu quickly turned her head to look out of the window to hide her racing heart.

When Nie Heng saw this, he was very unhappy. His brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly. He barbed, “Xing Shu, you’re really shameless.” She even disturbed Cheng Lang’s video conference; which meant what she did in private would only be even more overboard.

Xing Shu said, “If I weren’t shameless, I probably won’t be able to hook up with Young Uncle.”

Nie Heng: “…” He was speechless! This was the first time he met his Waterloo. Nie Heng’s face underwent several changes. He then retracted his leg and stopped talking. After all, Cheng Lang did not say anything. It was obvious that he was indulging Xing Shu!

Nie Heng sulked for a while. Unable to get over his anger, he suggested, “Cheng

Lang, why don’t we go to Doomsday Lounge tonight?”

With so many rich people gathered at this auction, there would definitely be many people going to Doomsday Lounge later. Compared to the bars in China, Doomsday Lounge had a higher price tag. Located on the top floor and surrounded by window walls, it had a panoramic view of the entire city. Just like its name, Doomsday was like a carnival before the apocalypse.

The reason why Xiao Zhuo was so famous in the North American social circle was because of the episode where he booked the entire Doomsday Lounge for a month in the pursuit of thrill. Later on—in an interview with the media—he said that it felt great to get it on against the window wall. Not only did he conquer a woman’s body, but he also conquered this city. Xiao Zhuo’s words propelled Doomsday Lounge’s popularity and saw its profits double that year. It was subsequently revealed that Doomsday Lounge belonged to Xiao Zhuo. “No, I have a meeting later,” Cheng Lang replied. He was aloof, not giving a care to the bustle of the world.

Xing Shu really digged Cheng Lang’s nonchalance. The more abstinent and aloof he was, the more she wanted him to lose his composure and watch him go wild.

Nie Heng went there alone, while Xing Shu and Cheng Lang returned to the manor. Cheng Lang was indeed very busy. When Xing Shu came out of the shower, she heard Cheng Lang instruct Jian Yaochuan to book plane tickets.

Jian Yaochuan said, “President, President Feng wants to see you. They’ve set up a meeting at Doomsday Lounge.”

Cheng Lang frowned and turned off the laptop. “Let the main team negotiate with Ron first. We’ll return to China tomorrow morning. Postpone the matter of Fenglei Group and inform Team Three to continue the meeting in twenty minutes.” He removed the Bluetooth earpiece in his ear and rubbed his temples with his slender fingertips. “Also, let the Old Master know the auction is a success; he can rest his mind.”

Jian Yaochuan organized his schedule and added, “Ms. Jin knows that you’re here and wants to see you. She said that she has something for you.”

Cheng Lang said, “I’m not free at the moment.”

Jian Yaochuan continued, “President Xiao just sent a message saying that he wants to invite Ms. Hu to Doomsday Lounge for a gambling session. But… I think President Xiao sent the wrong message. We don’t have a ‘Ms. Hu’ here..”