Chapter Fifty-Three: The Annoying Foam

Lin Xiaolei kept her head lowered, chewing her food with great difficulty. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the man sitting across from her, who was still looking at her, making her feel truly uneasy.

“I… I’m full,” Lin Xiaolei whispered. Who would have thought that the once-dominant woman in the business world would end up in such a situation? The word “miserable” hardly did it justice.

Wang Zheng, hearing this, looked at the half-finished plate in front of Lin Xiaolei, his face darkening. He spoke in a low voice: “Don’t waste food. Eat it all.”

“I… I can’t eat anymore,” Lin Xiaolei replied, obviously aggrieved. Besides, as she ate, Wang Zheng kept piling more food onto her plate. At this rate, when would she ever finish? She had already eaten more during this meal than she had in the past few days combined—she simply couldn’t go on.

“Wang Zheng, do you want to kill her?” Bai Bing interrupted, clearly displeased with Wang Zheng’s attitude.

Wang Zheng acted as if he hadn’t heard. He took a sip of water, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said blandly, “I’m going to the restroom. If there’s still food left on your plate when I get back, I’ll order four more dishes and a soup for you both.” With that, he stood up and left.

The two women stared blankly at the departing “villain.” How could a man like this exist in the world? Lin Xiaolei slowly turned her head, seeking help from Bai Bing with pleading eyes, hoping that, as a fellow woman, she would help her finish the remaining food. Bai Bing, seeing this, looked troubled; she had already eaten out of spite for her earlier “martial defeat,” and now she was at her limit. If she ate any more…

The two women exchanged looks, wide-eyed and helpless, not knowing what to do with the leftover food.

At last, Bai Bing, ever the clever one, came up with an idea.

“I have an idea!” Bai Bing suddenly declared. “Waiter, check please!”

In the restroom, Wang Zheng was sitting quietly on the toilet, a cigarette somehow appearing between his lips. He looked utterly relaxed, exuding a shameless, roguish aura, yet there was an air of “innocence” about him.

At that moment, a voice came from the neighboring stall.

“Boss, they’re eating now. Still just that man and woman. Looks like there’s some kind of dispute—Miss Lin seems afraid of the man!”

“Oh, I see. Anything else?”

“…!”

Wang Zheng took a long drag, blew out a smoke ring, then stood and walked out of his stall. Arriving at the source of the voices, he tossed his half-finished cigarette inside, then, without warning, raised his right foot and kicked the door hard.

With a bang, the door crashed down, striking the man inside. A scream of pain followed.

The man covered his face with crossed arms, his whole body twisting in agony, groaning non-stop. His phone had fallen to the floor at some point, and a voice could be heard on the other end: “Hello? Hello…?”

Eyes squeezed shut, the man waited until all was quiet, then hastily pushed the door off himself and ran out—only to find the restroom empty and silent. Only the broken door bore witness to the reality of what had just happened.

When Wang Zheng left the restroom as if nothing had happened, he saw from a distance that his table was now empty—dishes cleared, new diners seated. He paused, a smile spreading across his face. Interesting. Instead of being upset at Bai Bing and Lin Xiaolei’s departure, he seemed delighted. After all, he’d just gotten a free meal, which, for someone whose only asset was a diamond, was a wonderful thing. And he was certain Bai Bing had picked up the tab.

By the time Wang Zheng got home, it was already past eight. Who knew how long he’d actually spent on the way? He’d stopped at the commercial street for a while—a summer fashion show was being held there, after all. Tall models strutted about in skimpy summer wear; how could Wang Zheng pass up such a “feast for the eyes”?

The lights were on at home, but no one was there. Thanks to all the tea he’d drunk at dinner, nature was calling urgently. If not for that, he might never have left the swimsuit fashion show so soon.

He entered his private bathroom, undid his belt, and began whistling—a bit of culture to liven up the monotony of bodily functions. Then he suddenly stopped. His whistling mouth fell silent.

In the bathtub lay a woman, her cheeks flushed, skin soft and delicate, looking as though it could be pierced by a breath. Her neck and shoulders were beautifully shaped, exuding elegance. The bubbles in the tub mercifully concealed anything below, though Wang Zheng felt a twinge of disappointment.

Chu Jun? Why was this woman bathing without locking the door? And why was she in his private bathroom?

“Taking a bath?” Wang Zheng asked.

“Mm…” A blush rose from Chu Jun’s face to her neck. She hid beneath the bubbles, not daring to move. She barely breathed, afraid the slightest exhale would blow the bubbles away.

“Carry on,” Wang Zheng said casually. He re-fastened his belt, resumed his whistling, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

It seemed the house needed some rules about bathroom usage.

After a while, the sound of the door echoed through the house, and Su Xue came in carrying a large bag.

“You’re back?” Wang Zheng asked, sipping his tea with an expression of perfect calm.

“I couldn’t find any towels, so I went out to buy some,” Su Xue replied. “By the way, has Chu Chu come out yet?”

“No, she’s waiting for your towels,” Wang Zheng replied dryly.

“Oh.” Su Xue nodded and took the towels to the bathroom. When she came out, something felt off—was it Chu Chu’s bashful expression or…? Wait! Su Xue looked suspiciously at Wang Zheng, pondering for a moment before suddenly striding over and asking, “Brother, I only asked if Chu Chu had come out, not where she was. How did you know she was waiting for my towels in the bathroom?”

“Hm?” Wang Zheng was momentarily taken aback. “Did I say that?”

“Of course you did!” Su Xue insisted, eyes fixed on him. “Brother, did you go into the bathroom?”

“Of course not,” Wang Zheng replied calmly. “I just heard the shower running.”

Su Xue seemed unconvinced. Suddenly, she leapt over the back of the sofa, eyes wide, staring into Wang Zheng’s. Wang Zheng glanced away—he knew his little sister was sharp, a hacker skilled at finding loopholes. Things weren’t looking good. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and did his best to look innocent.

Wang Zheng was a seasoned veteran; even Su Xue’s piercing gaze couldn’t break his composure.

“Hmph!” Su Xue huffed, realizing she couldn’t win. “Fine, if you won’t say, I’ll ask Chu Chu!” She hurried off to the bathroom.

Her nosy nature… she’d make an excellent talk show host.

Wang Zheng stood up and prepared to retreat to his room. Though he wasn’t in the mood to sleep early, it seemed wise to avoid any awkward encounters with Chu Jun—or to be caught up in Su Xue’s interrogation.