Chapter 162: Shall We Make An Appointment?

Returning to the Nanrong Family house, it was already past eight o’clock.

After sending Tang Yuan back to his room, Ling Chen went alone to the bedroom where Nanrong Yong resided.

"Ling Chen, what brings you here today? Please, have a seat." Nanrong Yong warmly welcomed him into the room and personally brewed a cup of tea for him.

Ling Chen, feeling flattered, said: "Elder, you are too kind."

"You saved Wanqing; you are a great benefactor of our Nanrong Family. Serving you tea is the least I can do," after saying this, Nanrong Yong shifted the topic, "What brings you here so late? Is there something you need?"

"Elder, last time you asked me to help find Nanrong Gang’s whereabouts, I’ve found him."

Upon hearing this, Nanrong Yong’s expression changed drastically; his smile vanished instantly, and he asked with a slightly cold tone, "Where is he?"

"You should see for yourself." With that, Ling Chen handed over a few photographs to Nanrong Yong.

Viewing the photographs, Nanrong Yong’s gaze became fixed, and he did not shift his eyes for a long time, his expression complex.

"Elder, is this the person?"

"Indeed, it is him," Nanrong Yong nodded slightly, sighing deeply, "I never thought he was already dead."

"Elder, you previously suspected that the person who plotted against the chairman was Nanrong Gang, but Nanrong Gang died three years ago, indicating that it wasn’t him who was covertly targeting the chairman. Do you have any other suspects?"

"I don’t know. If anyone in this world hated the Nanrong Family enough, he was the only person I could think of. All these years, whatever the Nanrong Family has gone through, I believed it was his revenge, but now... alas!" Nanrong Yong leaned back against the sofa, his aged eyes reflecting a trace of fatigue.

"Ling Chen, let this matter of Nanrong Gang rest; there’s no need to investigate further. As for Wanqing..."

"Elder, rest assured, I will not utter an extra word."

"Much obliged."

After Ling Chen left, Nanrong Yong got up and approached the safe, pulling out a patterned wooden box.

Opening the box, he picked up a yellowed photograph and stared at it for a long time. In the photo, two young men in shirts were embracing each other’s shoulders, smiling brightly at the camera.

"After so many years, to think I didn’t even get to see you one last time; did I really misjudge you?"

Back in the villa.

Ling Chen passed through the living room, intending to head to his bedroom. At that moment, he saw Su Lin lying on the couch, wearing a cute pajama set, her head resting on her arms, deeply asleep.

The neckline of the pajama was rather low, and with Su Lin lying on her side, half of her bust was exposed, revealing the allure beneath.

This unexpected temptation nearly made Ling Chen's nose bleed.

This girl really wasn’t careful about her image; wasn’t she afraid of a wardrobe malfunction?

While he contemplated, Su Lin in her sleep stretched a hand to scratch an itch on her legs, consequently pulling up the hem of her pajama, suddenly uncovering a pair of snow-white beautiful legs for Ling Chen to see, making him swallow his saliva.

There was no helping it; the girl’s posture was too enticing. If it weren’t for his strong self-control, he might have already lost his composure.

"No, no..." he muttered to himself, fearing that he might lose control over the primal energies within him if he continued looking. Although he thought this, his eyes remained fixed on that deep cleavage.

He really wanted to dive into it.

Amitabha Buddha, even food and lust are natural; the Buddha himself said so; staring a bit longer is only reasonable.

"Ling Chen, what are you looking at?"

Just then, Nanrong Wanqing’s voice came over, startling Ling Chen, who grinned sheepishly and said, "No, I wasn’t looking at anything; I’m going to take a shower first." After speaking, he quickly walked into his room.

Nanrong Wanqing strangely wheeled herself down the staircase rail and headed straight to the sofa, looking at Su Lin’s seductive pose; her pretty face couldn’t help but blush slightly. No wonder Ling Chen looked so odd just now, as if he had a guilty conscience.

With that thought, she gently patted Su Lin’s cheek to wake her up.

"Wanqing..." Su Lin rubbed her sleepy eyes, "What’s up?"

Nanrong Wanqing scolded softly, "You know there’s a man in the house, yet you’re so careless. From now on, sleep in your room, or you might be seen."

"Man, what man?" Su Lin’s still sleepy face was puzzled.

"Ling Chen is back; did you forget?"

Su Lin looked at her own messy pajamas and shyly said, "I was so tired at school today, um... did Ling Chen just get here? Did... did he see anything?"

"He saw whatever there was to see."

Su Lin’s face turned red as she muttered, "That pervert."

"How can you blame him; it’s your own fault for not being careful."

Hearing this, Su Lin’s eyes gleamed, and she laughed playfully, "Wanqing, you’ve changed quite a bit lately, even starting to take his side."

"Not at all; I’m just being objective."

"Really?" Su Lin looked meaningfully at her, "Wanqing, you’ve always refused to tell me what happened during those two days in the woods. But since that day, your attitude towards Ling Chen seems different. Come clean, did something inappropriate for children happen when you two were alone?"

"What inappropriate? Nothing like that." Nanrong Wanqing’s neck turned crimson as she replied angrily, "Your mind is getting increasingly impure."

"I don’t believe it. A man and a woman alone, and nothing happened? If truly nothing happened, would you let him teach Zhu Hong a lesson? Wanqing, you might deceive others but not me. I know perfectly well how important Zhu Hong is to you; your neutrality that day said it all."

After this, she glanced at Ling Chen’s bedroom and whispered, "Wanqing, tell me truthfully, do you have feelings for him?"

"Who, who likes him? Don’t talk nonsense."

Angered and embarrassed, Nanrong Wanqing picked up a cushion and threw it hard, "Say that again, and see if I don’t kick you out?"

"Okay, okay, I won’t say anymore." Su Lin caught the cushion thrown by Nanrong Wanqing, her eyes teasing, "Wanqing, if it were before, you would have kept a straight face, not saying a single unnecessary word, even refusing to defend yourself, but now... stop, don’t throw anymore; isn’t it okay if I stop talking?"

Ignoring Nanrong Wanqing’s reproachful look, she giggled softly, "I’m going back to my room."

Running upstairs, Su Lin suddenly turned her head back, seriously saying, "Wanqing, although you’re usually cold, I think this is the real you."

Watching Su Lin reach the second floor, Nanrong Wanqing lowered her head, reflecting on Su Lin’s words, a complicated expression flashing through her beautiful eyes. She could feel it too; whenever Ling Chen was mentioned, her tranquil heart would ripple subtly.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened; Ling Chen appeared in his boxers, bare-chested, wiping his wet hair with a towel as he walked into the kitchen.

Passing the living room, he noticed Nanrong Wanqing and looked up.

Simultaneously, Nanrong Wanqing turned her head, meeting his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and seeing his robust chest, recalling how she once nestled against it, two streaks of red flew up her cheeks, her eyes full of uncontainable shyness, her beauty beyond measure.

Captivated by her demurely charming demeanor, Ling Chen found himself staring, unable to look away for a long time.

"Um... are you free tonight?" he blurted out unintentionally.

"Free. What’s up?" Nanrong Wanqing looked at him curiously.

"Well..." Ling Chen grinned, recalling a popular online phrase, "Wanna hang out?"