Am I That Kind of Person

"What do you want? What do you think I want?"

"Is there something wrong with Yang Jingying? I’ve already made myself so clear."

Zhou Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, unable to stop herself from muttering under her breath.

Zhou Qiaoqiao: Sister, let me say it again, listen carefully. I don’t want much. Sharing is fine, but I must be the only official wife, and no one else can take that position.

Enough, I’m going to eat now.

In the office.

Yang Jingying’s heart skipped a beat.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.

What good would it do to deceive herself?

Besides, she was alone in the office.

Yang Jingying stroked her fair chin, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. "How much of what Zhou Qiaoqiao said can I trust?"

She keeps saying she doesn’t mind.

But who knows what she’s really thinking?

Yang Jingying bit her lower lip, feeling conflicted.

What should she do?

Until she figured out what Zhou Qiaoqiao was really up to,

Yang Jingying didn’t want to place all her bets on someone else.

It was neither safe nor reliable.

"What were you talking about for so long? The food’s getting cold."

Xu Mo casually asked.

Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Want to know who I was chatting with?"

"No, no."

Xu Mo quickly shook his head.

[As if I’m some kind of henpecked husband.]

[Am I that kind of person?]

[I’d be happy if you told me, but even if you didn’t, I’d still be fine. Cough, cough—it’s all the same.]

Men say one thing, act another, and think something else entirely.

Layer upon layer of pretense.

Zhou Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but laugh at Xu Mo’s inner thoughts.

She let out a soft chuckle.

"I was chatting with your childhood sweetheart, Yang Jingying."

"Oh, I see—cough, cough."

Xu Mo cleared his throat and waved his hand dismissively. "Let’s eat, I really don’t care."

Zhou Qiaoqiao shot him a look.

Hmph—this little wolf dog is being sneaky again.

But she didn’t mind.

She started slurping her noodles.

She’d eaten far uglier-looking bugs before.

What was there to fear about a bowl of stinky snail noodles?

Last time, it didn’t look too appetizing.

This time, it didn’t smell too great either.

But it was fine.

As long as Xu Mo could stomach it,

she could too.

Husband and wife, sharing everything.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the CEO’s office of Ma Corporation.

"Damn it! Useless! Trash, a bunch of losers! What good are you?!!!"

Lin Fan cursed furiously.

These so-called elite hackers he’d hired

hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Gao Liyuan’s shadow

before their computers were hacked.

Lin Fan felt his face burning with embarrassment!

What kind of people had he hired?

Each one more useless than the last.

Seeing the Dragon King’s rage,

Ma Qun, standing nearby, knew better than to stay silent. He quickly chimed in,

"These garbage people really deserve to die!"

"Please calm down, Dragon King, please calm down."

"I’ll go recruit some more people."

He didn’t even know how many rounds of hiring this was.

Lin Fan was utterly fed up.

But with no other options at hand,

he could only wave his hand in resignation.

"Fine, fine, just go!"

After Ma Qun left,

Lin Fan stood up, his expression dark.

"If these guys keep failing, will I have no choice but to go back to that brat?"

Lin Fan frowned.

He was always the one to drive a hard bargain, always the one to come out on top.

But this time, he’d met his match.

That brat, Gao Liming.

When it came to being ruthless,

even Lin Fan had to admit defeat.

If you dissected Gao Liming, his heart would probably be black.

That was the only thing Lin Fan couldn’t stand!

Moshi moshi, mule mule, goodnight.