Chapter 113: Follow My Lead!

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Bai Bing glared fiercely at Wang Zheng, her expression filled with anger and sorrow. After hearing Wang Zheng’s words, her eyes suddenly reddened without warning. She abruptly reached out and slapped Wang Zheng hard across the face.

“Smack!” Wang Zheng quickly grabbed her wrist with force. If he let her hit him just like that, there’d be no point in him sticking around. Trying to hit me? No way!

“Hmph!” Wang Zheng snorted coldly and forcefully threw Bai Bing’s hand aside. Suddenly, he stood up and pulled a set of keys from his pocket—the keys Bai Bing had given him yesterday for her apartment.

“I’m just too lazy to go through trouble. Since your place was ready to move in, I borrowed it from you. But if you don’t want to lend it, then I’ll just have to buy one myself. I’m so broke these days, only diamonds left to my name!”

With that, Wang Zheng tossed the keys onto the table without another glance at Bai Bing and turned to leave.

“Bang!” The door slammed shut violently, and the room fell back into silence.

Silence? Yes, but this kind of silence felt chilling. Bai Bing stood dumbfounded, staring at the tightly shut door, unsure of where she had gone wrong.

No, I’m not at fault. He is! He shouldn’t be involved with that woman...! Bai Bing’s heart ached as if something was piercing right through it. Looking at the remaining breakfast on the table, she felt utterly unsettled.

Eat? Bai Bing had no appetite at all now. She hadn’t slept well all night because of Wang Zheng, hoping for some clarity in the morning. But now? She had the answer—and it was so unexpected.

Bai Bing couldn’t understand what was so good about a woman like Lin Xuan. Why did Wang Zheng kill for her? Why keep her hidden away in a golden cage? What’s so precious about her? She’s just a mistress who exploits her looks and body, a man’s plaything. There are so many good women in the world—why choose Lin Xuan?

If it were just for fun, she might have let it go. But from Wang Zheng’s actions, it was clear he wasn’t playing around; he intended to keep that woman forever. If he could kill for her, what else wouldn’t he do? The more Bai Bing thought about it, the more unfair it felt. She had been by Wang Zheng’s side all this time, yet he never offered to do anything for her. But with Lin Xuan, whom he’d known only a few days, he had already begun killing on her behalf. What if they had been together longer?

A plan slowly formed in Bai Bing’s mind. She was determined to teach that woman a lesson, to make Wang Zheng truly see Lin Xuan’s true colors!

No helper by her side made things troublesome. Thinking of Mr. Yang, who was like a little Ding-Dang, Wang Zheng couldn’t resist dialing his number. He wanted to see if this “lamb” really was as capable as claimed.

“My most esteemed guest...!” The usual greeting expressed respect for Wang Zheng, but Wang Zheng’s mood was sour, so he rudely cut him off.

“Where are you now?” Wang Zheng asked.

“Dubai!”

“Dubai? Still working on the artificial island?”

“Yes, I love this place—the land of the nouveau riche!”

Wang Zheng smiled. Dubai probably had the highest concentration of nouveau riche in the world. And it wasn’t so much that he liked the nouveau riche as it was that their money was easier to make!

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“Listen, I want to buy another house. It must be ready to move into within two days—everything must be done within two days. Can you manage that?” Buying a house was as casual for Wang Zheng as buying scallions at the market. But this time, it was also a test. This guy had always impressed Wang Zheng by flawlessly executing every task. Would he be able to pull this off? Was it too much to ask?

“Dubai?” the voice on the other end asked.

“Within Jinghua City, near my current neighborhood. No more than five minutes by car,” Wang Zheng said.

“Got it!” The response came without hesitation, making Wang Zheng suspicious whether this foreigner was really in Dubai or just bluffing.

“My most esteemed guest, your request is my command. If all goes well, I will provide you with a suitable property in exactly two hours and thirty-one minutes. I will have someone contact you directly!”

Two hours and thirty-one minutes? That specific? How audacious!

“Fine! If you’re even one minute late, you pay for the house. Deal?”

Wang Zheng hung up. He thought himself arrogant, but it seemed there were people even more brazen than him. He glanced at the clock—it was exactly nine o’clock. Two hours and thirty-one minutes later would be 11:31.

Hmph, little foreign devil. I don’t believe you can pull it off!

Wang Zheng slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped up. Since the other party had boasted so boldly, Wang Zheng decided to bring Lin Xuan along and wait for the good news.

When Wang Zheng used the key to open Lin Xuan’s door, she was sitting alone on a chair, still wearing the same clothes from last night. No need to ask—she must have also spent the night awake like Bai Bing.

Wang Zheng approached her from behind, bent down, and pressed his nose against the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Hiss—smells like fossilized decay.”

Startled, Lin Xuan stiffened and slowly turned her head to look behind her. When she saw the smiling man, her body suddenly trembled, her eyes filled with fear.

Seeing her reaction, Wang Zheng couldn’t help but smirk. Was he really that terrifying? He circled around the chair and sat beside her, picking up a baseball cap from the table, twirling it in his hand, and said calmly, “I think I overestimated you. I originally thought you were a ruthless woman who wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to achieve your goals. But now it seems you’re no different from any other woman.”

Hearing this, Lin Xuan lowered her head and sat expressionlessly, saying nothing and doing nothing. Her long hair naturally veiled her face, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng felt a bit disappointed. It seemed Lin Xuan’s so-called ruthlessness was just a façade; her heart had yet to reach that level of mercilessness. It seemed this woman still had a long way to go before becoming a true “Queen Mother.” Should he provoke her a little to help her grow?

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Wang Zheng scratched his head; this was truly a headache.

“I’ll give you one more chance!” Wang Zheng suddenly said to the silent Lin Xuan. “Option one: continue your old path—find a fool, be his mistress, climb to a low-level position, then live off him doing nothing. Option two: come with me. You give as much as you want, you get as much as you want. Villas, luxury cars, diamonds... all yours if you earn them. Think carefully—do you want to keep being toyed with by fate, a plaything for others? Or do you want to fight for everything and play others at your own game? Choose wisely!”

On the surface, Wang Zheng was offering Lin Xuan a choice, but she had none. She had already quit her TV station job; Zhao Yi, her protector, was dead. Even if she returned to the station, her relationship with Zhao Yi was an open secret, and the director was Zhao Yi’s rival. Could Chu Zihua tolerate her presence? Become Chu Zihua’s mistress? Chu Zihua was a man with a formidable background. To him, Lin Xuan was just a worn-out shoe left behind by Zhao Yi. Though many pursued Lin Xuan, Chu Zihua was certainly not among them.

She couldn’t stay at the TV station anymore. Become a mere vase of a mistress? Lin Xuan was unwilling. To find a patron and climb up, so that even without a patron she could stand tall—how long would that take? Three years? Five years? Lin Xuan had already endured such five years and knew the bitterness and pain.

A gamble? Lin Xuan turned her head slightly toward Wang Zheng. Zhao Yi’s death was orchestrated by him. He had killed her protector, the man who had tormented her for five years. Should she resent him or thank him?

One man replaced by another—is it worth the gamble?

It should be, right? In terms of manpower, material resources, finances, intellect, and physical strength, he was among the best men. But would she one day become the protagonist on television like Zhao Yi?

As long as she didn’t betray him, probably not. Lin Xuan felt uncertain but forced a calm demeanor when facing the thought of murder. Yet now, it seemed she had no way out.

“I... I agree!” she said.

“I didn’t hear you. Louder!”

“I agree to be yours!” Lin Xuan raised her voice, looking at Wang Zheng with a much improved expression, no longer showing the fragile look from before.

“You’re not agreeing for me—you’re saving yourself, understand?” Wang Zheng smiled as a trace of satisfaction finally appeared on his face. He appraised her delicate figure with ill intent. “Since you’re mine, shouldn’t you obey me?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Then the first thing you do after becoming mine is—take off all your clothes!”