Chapter 114: Scheming Ghosts_1
Ye Xiong drove towards the Fuhua Hotel, ready to clarify whether it was He ngji setting him up from behind.
Passing by a florist, Ye Xiong got out of the car and bought a bouquet of flowers—ninety-nine roses.
After placing the roses in the back of the car, Ye Xiong headed to the Fuhua Hotel and waited for half an hour until He ngji finally arrived, still followed by her ever-present bodyguard, Thirteen.
This chick, she wouldn’t be sleeping with this bodyguard with the simple mind and well-developed limbs, would she!
When He ngji got on the elevator, Ye Xiong then stood up, picked up the bouquet of roses, and followed her.
“Stop right there, what do you think you’re doing?”
At the office door, Thirteen stopped him, glaring at him fiercely.
“Calm down, I’m not here to fight, I’ve co to deliver flowers,” Ye Xiong lifted the roses in his hand.
“Delivering flowers?” Thirteen asked suspiciously.
“Haven’t you ever even tried giving flowers to a woman?” Ye Xiong exaggerated his expression, staring at Thirteen and asked, “Tell , you’re not still a virgin, are you!”
“Get lost, or don’t bla for getting physical,” Thirteen commanded, face flushing.
Seeing how dutiful Thirteen was, Ye Xiong felt quite impressed.
From the investigation into He ngji’s background, Ye Xiong also learned about Thirteen. He was He ngji’s top warrior, snatching her from the Reaper’s hands countless tis. One could say that without Thirteen, He ngji would have died many tis over.
Loyal people are liked by everyone, and Ye Xiong was no exception.
What he lacked was loyal people beneath him; his forr teammates had all died.
“I’m just here to deliver flowers, nothing else. If you truly want to state my purpose, then it’s because I’ve taken a liking to your Miss and intend to pursue her,” Ye Xiong said smilingly.
“Dream on, our Miss would never like a bastard like you.”
“That’s not sothing you can say for sure. Haven’t you heard the saying ‘won love a bad boy’? Maybe your Miss likes guys like ,” Ye Xiong chuckled with a ‘heh heh’.
Just as Thirteen was ready to make a move, Ye Xiong suddenly exclaid as if he had discovered sothing profound, pointing at Thirteen’s face.
“Your face is red, so flushed, turns out you like your Miss too.”
“Nonsense… How could I possibly like the Miss, I… ” Thirteen beca so frustrated that his face turned beet-red and he was at a loss for words.
Seizing the mont of his distraction, Ye Xiong stepped forward, pushed the door open, and entered.
Thirteen realized he had been tricked and quickly followed inside, urgently saying, “Miss, he… ”
“Thirteen, stop,” He ngji sat on the sofa and waved her hand.
“But…”
“If he wanted to kill , you wouldn’t be able to stop him,” He ngji said.
Thirteen had no choice but to glare fiercely at Ye Xiong and threatened, “If you dare harm a hair on the Miss, I will kill you.”
He ngji sat on the sofa, dressed today in a white jumpsuit with black edges, exuding the aura of an intelligent woman with well-grood eyelashes that made her eyes appear larger and more expressive.
In terms of aura, He ngji’s was very similar to Yang Xinyi’s, both emitting a coldness that kept people at bay.
However, Yang Xinyi’s coldness was more of the orthodox variety, making ordinary n feel inferior around her.
In contrast, He ngji’s aura was even more imposing than Yang Xinyi’s because, in addition to being detached, she also carried a wicked air about her. Ordinary people facing her would feel not just inferior but frightened as well.
She was a woman with a very unique temperant. If one had to describe her in words, she could only be sumd up as a charmingly wicked and enchanting woman.
“Mr. Ye graces us with his presence. What advice do you have for ?”
“Miss ng Ji, didn’t you see the rose in my hand?”
Ye Xiong offered the flower and smiled, “This is the first ti I’ve given flowers to a woman, and I don’t know why, but the mont I saw Miss He, I felt an urge to give her flowers.”
“Mr. Ye, you must have said that to quite a few people!” He ngji giggled as she spoke, trembling like a quivering branch.
This was the first ti Ye Xiong had seen He ngji laugh, and he discovered that her laughter had a particularly enticing charm, like a poisonous flower, what was it called, a poppy.
Well, knowing it was poison, Ye Xiong still lunged forward—sohow he managed without resorting to force, preferring instead to rely on his looks.
“Could you not call Mr. Ye? It’s too formal, sounds distant. From now on, I’ll call you ng Ji, and you can just call Ah Xiong,” suggested Ye Xiong.
“Sure, Ah Xiong!” He ngji chuckled again.
“I’ve been holding this rose for so long, it’d be really awkward if you don’t take it,” Ye Xiong said as he shook the rose in his hand.
He ngji stood up, walked over, took the flowers out of the vase, and inserted Ye Xiong’s rose.
The entire process felt completely natural.
If an outsider were watching, they would have definitely thought the two of them were a deeply involved couple. Little would they guess that both harbored their own cunning plans, honeyed lips but swords in their bellies.
Ye Xiong walked to the couch and sprawled out, smiling, “ng Ji, actually, I ca here today because there’s sothing I want to ask you about.”
“Go ahead.”
He ngji kept a smile on her face, but she understood that the other party was about to state his purpose.
“This morning, six won ca out of nowhere and caused a ruckus at my hotel with a few foreign guests. They were caught red-handed by the police. ng Ji, as you know, the police don’t usually inspect hotels, so clearly soone has frad my hotel.”
“Do you suspect I had sothing to do with it?” asked He ngji.
“Of course I trust you, ng Ji, I consider you a friend. And I know you have a nickna abroad, the ‘Huaxia Think Tank’, so I ca to see if, by any chance, you could co up with a way to help our hotel through this crisis?”
“I am just a woman, how could I own such a grand title.”
“I sincerely hope you can find a solution. You know I’m a ‘rough’ guy, good with ‘rough’ work, but I get a headache when it cos to brain-straining matters,” said Ye Xiong, emphasizing the word ‘rough’ deliberately.
“You’re probably not as simple as just a rough man, are you?”
He ngji giggled once more.
“Tell the details again, I can’t promise I’ll be able to help you.”
Ye Xiong relayed the details of the incident, after which He ngji pondered for a mont before saying, “There might be a way, but I cannot guarantee it will work.”
“What is it?” Ye Xiong asked eagerly.
He ngji did not rush to reveal it, instead, she changed the subject, “About the deal we made last ti, how far have you gotten with the investigation? Half of the ti has already passed.”
She was referring to the murder of He Haodong; she had given Ye Xiong half a month to uncover the truth. Unfortunately, over this half month, Ye Xiong hadn’t looked into it at all.
But he speculated that He Haodong’s death might be linked to Gene Warriors and those missing children.
“Instead of sending to investigate, you might want to start with your brother. If I’m not mistaken, where he worked must have left so clues,” Ye Xiong advised.
He ngji gazed at him thoughtfully for a long ti.
Finally, she walked over to the computer, opened up a folder, twisted the screen towards Ye Xiong, pointed at the information displayed, and asked, “Can you tell what on earth this information is?”
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