Let s Squander A Billion First! - Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: The King’s Return (25)

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“So…” Chuzheng suddenly made her move, fast and precise. The knife hidden in her sleeve reached Master Liu’s throat before he could counter, “Is that enough?”

What’s the use of losing one’s property at such a time, if not to strike?

See that, Bastard!

This is the correct way to settle the matter.

[…]

The knife was sharp, pressing against Master Liu’s throat, a coldness seeping through the blade into his skin, blood, bones…

A bone-chilling coldness.

Just like this young girl.

“Master Liu!”

Master Liu raised his hand, signaling the others not to move.

“Sheng Min has raised a good daughter,” Master Liu glanced towards Sheng Ting with a hint of insinuation, “Just not sure if the Sheng Family can still rise under Miss Sheng’s hand.”

From the moment Chuzheng appeared, Sheng Ting had a dark expression, a low pressure emanating all around him.

Chuzheng didn’t pick up on his comment, “Mr. Liu, may I take my people and leave now?”

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Master Liu didn’t dare to move his neck; even a minor movement would cause the blade to cut his skin.

He lifted his hand slightly, signaling her to go.

Chuzheng withdrew her hand.

Liu Saner made a face at someone, and immediately people rushed forward, attacking from both sides.

Jiang Ye’s heart tightened, and he thought of stepping in to help.

Chuzheng kicked a chair, sending it sliding backward, away from the fray.

Although her body was weak, the original owner had practiced dance, and was flexible and quick. Chuzheng only needed speed.

With the help of the Yin Xian in her sleeve, such opponents were no difficulty for Chuzheng.

One by one, the attackers Chuzheng faced fell to the ground.

“Enough!”

Master Liu shouted.

Without any hesitation, Chuzheng swiftly took down the person who was preparing to retreat.

Master Liu’s face turned an iron hue, “Miss Sheng, I called a stop, there was no need to strike so hard, was there?”

Chuzheng straightened the sleeves disheveled from the fight and responded indifferently, “You attacked me without warning I didn’t call for a start.”

You call to stop, and it stops?

On what grounds!

Master Liu: “…”

Chuzheng strode over to Jiang Ye, helped him up, and together they left the room.

“Master Liu, are we just letting them go like this?”

Master Liu, with a grim expression, looked at the men on the ground, “Otherwise, do you think you can stop her?”

These were not just any bodyguards; they were his trusted aides, otherwise they wouldn’t have been there.

Master Liu touched the spot on his neck where the knife had been, still able to feel the chill…

–

Chuzheng brought Jiang Ye back to the room.

Jiang Ye’s wound had begun to bleed again.

Chuzheng crouched in front of him, lifting his clothes to dress his wound anew.

“Was it you who killed the man?”

Chuzheng suddenly asked.

“You didn’t know whether I was the killer or not, and you dared to confront them?” Jiang Ye felt a complexity inside.

Chuzheng was nonchalant.

So what?

I haven’t even shown my true strength yet!

“Was it you who killed him?”

Jiang Ye shook his head, “No.”

He was being followed as he went upstairs, which is when the power outage occurred.

Several people were relentlessly after him, and he never even reached that floor, so how could he possibly be the murderer?

Chuzheng pondered for a moment.

Then this must be the part of the plot where Jiang Ye is framed.

“Aren’t you afraid they will target you?” Jiang Ye looked at Chuzheng’s beautiful profile and asked her gently.

She had no reason to stand up for him.

There was no benefit to her at all.

“Afraid of what?”

“Now you’ve offended them, and Master Liu is suspicious and holds grudges—he won’t let you or me off easily.”

“I don’t do business, I don’t lack money, and they can’t beat me. How do they plan to deal with me?”

“…” I have no comeback for that.

Chuzheng focused on cleaning his wound, her small face serious and intense.

So much blood!

With all this bleeding, could there be weakness or something like that?

Chuzheng glanced at Jiang Ye, who, aside from a slightly pale complexion, showed no other symptoms. Thus, Chuzheng reassured herself to squander his blood…no, to stop the bleeding.

Jiang Ye looked somewhat vacant until Chuzheng took off his shirt, snapping him back to the moment.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s dirty; change it.”

He glanced at the clothes and obligingly raised his arms, sighing, “Miss Sheng, I’ve noticed that I always end up bleeding when I meet you. Is this some kind of curse?”

“You’re blaming me for your stupidity?” I refuse to carry this blame! “You would have died even more miserably if you hadn’t met me.”

“…”

Can’t she say something pleasant for once?

However…

Jiang Ye found himself smiling as he thought about it.

Suddenly, Chuzheng leaned in and kissed him, freezing the smile on Jiang Ye’s lips.

“You have a nice smile, smile more.” Chuzheng kissed him, complimented him, kissed him again, and then started helping him into his clothes.

Jiang Ye: “…”

Something felt oddly off.

“Don’t you have any black clothes?”

Chuzheng stared at him expressionlessly.

It’s good enough that you have clothes to wear.

Still picky!

Do I look like a department store to you!

“…White is fine too,” Jiang Ye smiled and started buttoning up himself.

Chuzheng rose and walked to the other side, while Jiang Ye sat on the bed watching her, not feeling awkward at all. It felt as if…

Jiang Ye couldn’t quite describe the feeling.

It was just comfortable.

It gave him a sense of home.

This realization jolted Jiang Ye awake.

He must have gone mad.

Definitely mad.

Knock, knock…

The sound of knocking broke Jiang Ye’s train of thoughts.

Chuzheng showed no intention of opening the door, standing by the table silently folding his unsoiled trench coat.

“Miss Sheng, someone is knocking,” Jiang Ye reminded her.

Chuzheng grabbed something and hurled it: “No one’s here, stop knocking.”

The object hit the door, making a dull thud.

The person outside seemed to be startled and stopped knocking.

Jiang Ye: “…”

So fierce.

She was relatively gentle with him.

The knocking had stopped, but Chuzheng’s phone was incessantly ringing.

Jiang Ye: “…”

Clearly, he wasn’t the only one sneaking a phone up here.

The phone was on the bed; Jiang Ye picked it up and saw the caller: “Sheng Ting… your brother, should I answer it?”

Chuzheng walked over, pushed him down on the bed, and boldly ran her hands through his hair.

“He’s not my brother, don’t talk nonsense.”

Jiang Ye: “…”

Chuzheng blacklisted Sheng Ting, turned off the phone, switched off the light, and got into bed.

Jiang Ye hadn’t had time to react before he found himself lying in Chuzheng’s arms.

As darkness enveloped him, Jiang Ye didn’t dare to let go of Chuzheng.

Chuzheng seemed to remember this and spoke lazily without bothering to get up, “I’ll hold you, it’s okay to not turn on the light, right?”

Jiang Ye remained silent, and Chuzheng took the opportunity to kiss him.

You… better turn on the light,” Jiang Ye said weakly, truly unable to handle it.

Chuzheng was reluctant to get up.

But as Jiang Ye’s breathing grew heavier, like a drowning person, she reluctantly got up and turned on the light.

Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

“In the future, when we trade… you know, do you also want the light on?”

“What?” Jiang Ye didn’t catch on.

Chuzheng’s expression was frank, “I mean, in the future when we ‘do it,’ do you also want the light on?”

Jiang Ye: “…”

Sorry.

He must have experienced auditory hallucinations just now.

Jiang Ye glanced at Chuzheng, she seemed very serious about this question.

What is their relationship now!

Why did the conversation jump to this topic!!

Jiang Ye felt like he was about to explode.

His ears were burning up.

Chuzheng thought Jiang Ye tasted like marshmallows, soft and very comfortable.

Jiang Ye’s current expression was even more tempting.

Chuzheng deepened what was initially a peck into a full-blown kiss.

Jiang Ye, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under Chuzheng’s kisses, turned his head away and hoarsely asked, “What am I to you, anyway?”

“Whatever you want to be…” Chuzheng nibbled at the corner of his lip, “you can be.”