Chapter Seventy-Five: I Was Just Going to the Restroom!

Bai Bing naturally didn’t believe that Wang Zheng was really going to the men’s restroom, and even if he did, she wasn’t afraid—she had experience with such things herself...

Without greeting anyone, Wang Zheng left Zhongtian Company. To him, nothing here had any connection to him at all. He only hoped Lin Xiaolei wouldn’t fail too miserably; otherwise, when that time came, the diamond representing perseverance and eternity would be taken back by Wang Zheng. But for now, it was not yet time to reclaim it.

“Where are you going?” Bai Bing trailed closely behind Wang Zheng, her vigilance paying off. Even after Wang Zheng said he was going to the men’s restroom, she still followed without hesitation—otherwise, he would have shaken her off again.

“I already told you, the men’s restroom!” Wang Zheng replied as he walked.

It was already July, and the days were growing ever hotter. But for Wang Zheng, who had endured the sun that peeled his skin layer after layer in Africa, this was still bearable. Bai Bing, however, suffered as she kept up with him, forced to shield her face and eyes from the harsh summer sun. Ultraviolet rays were no joke—they could cause wrinkles, harden skin, darken the complexion, and bring about freckles, making them a more fearsome foe to women than even the most brazen of scoundrels. Rogues are tangible, but ultraviolet rays are invisible...

“Don’t tell me you’re going all the way to South Africa just for a restroom. Just say where you’re headed—I’ll pay the fare, is that not enough?” Bai Bing, unable to bear the scorching sunlight, regretted not applying sunscreen before leaving Yong’an Tower.

“It’s good to get out of the house and soak up some sun!” Wang Zheng stretched lazily as he spoke, looking utterly relaxed, which infuriated the nearly-melting Bai Bing.

What do women fear most in summer? The blazing sun, and sweating... Under Wang Zheng’s indirect torment, Bai Bing was experiencing both.

Suddenly, Bai Bing strode ahead to block Wang Zheng’s path. When he stopped in confusion, she darted into a nearby mall and soon emerged holding a sunshade.

“I don’t need a parasol,” Wang Zheng said, looking at her.

“As if! This is for me—you want it, I wouldn’t give it to you!” Bai Bing replied smugly, opening her sunshade with satisfaction.

‘Is it really something to be so happy about?’ Wang Zheng found it amusing. As they walked, he mused, “With such beautiful sunlight, using a parasol is a waste. A free sunbath, and you don’t know how to enjoy it!”

“Unlike you, my skin isn’t thick as leather. You’re so rich—why not buy a car? It’d be much more convenient!” Bai Bing caught up and suggested.

“It’s less than fifteen minutes’ walk from home to the company; I’d barely hit the gas before I’d have to brake. What’s the point? I still prefer walking. If you’re tired, you don’t have to follow me.” Of course Wang Zheng knew what Bai Bing was thinking—if he had a car, she’d be even more diligent in her surveillance.

“I’m only thinking of you. Walking to and from work, breathing in car exhaust, and suffering the ravages of ultraviolet light—before you know it, you’ll have nasal cancer, lung cancer, skin cancer, and more. By then, it’ll be too late to fix anything!” Bai Bing looked at him with genuine concern.

“Really?” Wang Zheng suddenly stopped, his face feigning shock. “So many dangers? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“It’s not too late—summer is just beginning!” Bai Bing laughed. “So? Are you going to buy a car?”

“No,” Wang Zheng said, and kept walking.

“Not buying? Then what was with the surprise—got my hopes up for nothing!” Bai Bing shot him a glare, not at all pleased but still forced to keep up.

She had considered other options—public transport was out of the question, and with her savings, she could buy a cheap car. But with Bai Bing’s personality, would she go for a cheap car? At the very least, an A6. So, she set her sights on Wang Zheng—he had so much money, why not spend some? Yet the infuriating man could casually give away a diamond worth over a thousand, but wouldn’t buy a car worth a few hundred thousand... No, she had to convince him!

Spring and autumn were bearable, but summer and winter—Bai Bing simply couldn’t stand it!

After walking beside Wang Zheng for over ten minutes, Bai Bing began to understand his plan. Ahead was Jinghua City Television Center—what was he doing here? Was he looking for Su Xue?

Though some time had passed, the security guards hadn’t forgotten Wang Zheng’s face—or Bai Bing’s. The two entered the TV center without hindrance; no one dared stop them, let alone question them. Who knew if that man might kick you all the way to Siberia?

“What are you doing here? Looking for Su Xue?” Bai Bing asked, puzzled, as they entered the center.

“How many times must I say it? I’m here to use the restroom!” Wang Zheng replied. Sure enough, after asking someone for directions, he headed toward a corner. Bai Bing stuck to him like glue, but after a few steps, she had to stop. She looked up at the sign on the door... It really was the men’s restroom.

Thanks to experience from last time, Bai Bing didn’t barge in but stood outside, keeping watch and stopping anyone from entering under the pretense of cleaning. After a while, Wang Zheng emerged from the restroom, looking quite at ease.

“Hold it right there!” Bai Bing said, then darted into the restroom.

Last time in the bar’s restroom, Wang Zheng had slipped away to meet someone mysterious; this time, Bai Bing wouldn’t make the same mistake. She conducted a thorough search—but to her disappointment, there was nobody inside, unless they’d been flushed away...

Bai Bing came out of the men’s restroom, eyeing Wang Zheng suspiciously. “Was there really only you in there?”

“There was someone else,” he replied.

“Who?”

“You!” Wang Zheng shot her a look—skulking about, she really took herself for a secret agent.

Although Wang Zheng had only come to use the restroom, now that he was at the TV center, it seemed impolite not to take a closer look around. When the elevator doors opened, he got in—choosing his floor based on where the beautiful lady next to him exited.

“Ding!” The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor. The beautiful lady stepped out, and Wang Zheng followed, with Bai Bing not far behind.

Bai Bing tapped Wang Zheng’s arm with her folded sunshade, then pointed discreetly at the woman ahead. “Her name is Zhang Qianqian. Like Su Xue and Chu Jun, she’s a news anchor.”

“Huh? How many anchors are there?” Wang Zheng asked. The TV center really was a good place—plenty of beautiful women, and the quality was high. If only Su Xue had introduced him to a job here.

“There are six news anchors in Jinghua City—four women and two men,” Bai Bing replied.

“I’ve already met three of them—not bad. I’d love to meet the last one,” Wang Zheng said, full of curiosity and mischief, watching as Zhang Qianqian entered a room, tempted to chat with her.

“Excuse me, excuse me, good dog doesn’t block the way!”

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind. Wang Zheng turned to see Su Xue, Chu Jun, and a beautiful stranger approaching. The words had come from Su Xue.

“A dog’s mouth never speaks ivory—your manners are getting worse!” Wang Zheng said as Su Xue approached, ruffling her hair.

Su Xue lowered her head, butted him repeatedly with her head, her stubbornness unchanged.

“Brother, what brings you here?” Chu Jun looked at Wang Zheng curiously. After living together for some time, even Chu Jun had begun to call him ‘brother.’

“I came to see if my adorable little sister is still angry with me!” Wang Zheng said with a smile.

“I’m still angry!” Su Xue broke free from his grip, pouting in dissatisfaction, then shot a fierce glare at Bai Bing.

“Is that so? Then I’m relieved!” Wang Zheng looked so content that Su Xue was furious, showering him with mock punches. Sensing danger from Su Xue’s formidable fists, Wang Zheng quickly turned around, presenting his back to her. When her fists landed on his shoulders, he grimaced and cried out, “Upper, lower, focus on the shoulders—massage is a skill, you know...”

“Xiaoxue, enough! We’re going to be late for the meeting!” Chu Jun hurriedly pulled Su Xue away, though Su Xue was still fuming, as if to say, “I wish I could keep massaging him...”

“Chu Jun, who is this?” asked the beautiful woman who had been silent until then. Elegant and poised, her maturity and composure were her most captivating traits.

“Oh, he’s Xiaoxue’s brother,” Chu Jun explained.

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled at Wang Zheng, nodding gracefully.

“She’s Liao Tong—the fourth female anchor you were so curious about. She’s the head of the news team,” Bai Bing whispered from behind Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng smiled. Today’s luck was good indeed—he had encountered all four of the city’s “golden flowers.” Perhaps it was time to do something about it.