Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Want to Inquire Clearly About the Relationship Between Lin Xinbei and Rong Yan
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Gu Ming opened the car door for them both.
Stepping out of the car, Rong Yan saw a beautiful private villa.
“What is this place?”
Li Shengxiao got out of the car behind her but didn’t have the chance to speak yet. Someone hadn’t walked over yet, but his voice had already arrived, “I knew I heard a car outside, and sure enough, it’s you guys who have arrived.”
From the shadows, Cui Jiangjing, wearing a suit and tie for the first time, strode over. His handsome face still wore a carefree grin, and he patted the tall man’s shoulder as he arrived, his eyebrows arching playfully, “You’re here? I’ve been waiting for you guys for ages.”
“Yeah.” Li Shengxiao, without giving any face, pushed his hand away.
That annoyed him enough to let out a couple of squawks in protest, but after they were ignored, he turned his attention to Rong Yan with a smile, “Miss Rong, we meet again so soon. I saw the news about you on the internet, badass.”
The waves of dramatic revelations had even him, a man, feeling a rush of excitement.
True to form for someone Li Shengxiao took a liking to, so capable!
He circled around to Rong Yan, full of curiosity, and asked, “I’m really curious, how did you get your hands on that video of the Shi Family’s kid? You didn’t hire paparazzi to follow him, did you?”
Otherwise, such a sensational video would have been bought by HuanYu for a high price early on. There’s no way it could have ended up in Rong Yan’s hands! Unless Little Yan Rong had someone follow and film!
If that was the case…
Little Yan Rong was a bit too sinister!
Rong Yan hadn’t expected that even he would see those messy gossip news online, and facing his probing look, she reluctantly began, “No, a friend helped me get it.”
“What kind of friend? A journalist friend?” Cui Jiangjing was still very eager to know the inside scoop.
Feeling cornered by his questioning, Rong Yan had no choice but to let on, “A hacker friend.
“Actually, to be precise, she isn’t exactly in the hacker profession; she’s a car mechanic. She just has an interest in computers and happened to get her hands on that video.”
Cui Jiangjing became intrigued, holding his chin with one hand, his eyes lighting up, “Hmm? A car mechanic and a hacker? Is this friend of yours male or female?”
He had seen two people today, a man and a woman. Which one was Yan talking about?
His instinct was to guess it was the man.
After all, the job of car mechanic, with its strong male hormone vibe, doesn’t quite fit the delicate image of a girl. Besides, he remembered the young lady he saw at noon looked prim and proper, a car mechanic? A hacker? Neither identity seemed to suit her.
Rong Yan almost couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, “Whether male or female, it doesn’t seem to be any of your business, right?”
When did he become so gossipy?
Cui Jiangjing had been feeling uneasy ever since he covertly sent a photo of her and a man having coffee to someone at noon. Only when he saw the two of them getting out of the car side by side in the evening did his heart settle down a bit. But since he had done something underhanded, he couldn’t help feeling a nagging curiosity, as if a cat were scratching at his heart, itching unbearably.
“It’s just curiosity, how about it, can’t you say?” Using reverse psychology deliberately, he teased Rong Yan with a chuckle, raising his eyebrows suggestively, “Or could it be because Li Shengxiao is here that it’s hard to say?”
Whether Li Shengxiao was here or not, what did telling him the gender have to do with anything?
Rong Yan didn’t notice that as Cui Jiangjing was pressing her about the gender, the noble and handsome man next to her was also watching her, his hawk-like eyes narrowing.
Those familiar with his character knew that this was a sign he cared about something!
“It’s a woman..” Rong Yan finally caved in to his annoying persistence and revealed, “Purely a girl, does that answer satisfy you, Doctor Cui?”
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