Chapter 168 Woman, Did You Just Give That Man Your Money? (2/2)

”What is it that you are trying to accomplish?” Ying Hao asked patiently. ”Why did you divorce Xin Qing out of the blue? Why marry Tang Shuang?”

Ying Qingcang glanced at his father briefly. ”Why, didn't your Ancestral Behest tell you anything? Why don't you go burn a bunch of joss sticks and get your beloved behest to work its mojo?”

”Do we really have to speak to each other like this every time?” Ying Hao sighed. ”I'm just worried about you.”

”I obviously have my reasons for the things I do, just like how you have your reasons for keeping that woman around. I didn't get in your way, so I hope you don't get in mine either,” Ying Qingcang stood up and headed towards the door, halting his steps as he was opening it.

”If you're so free, you shouldn't stay in the house all day. Don't want you to end up with Alzheimer's.”

A tight line formed on Ying Hao's lips. ”This brat!” he thought.

Monica was dead set on tagging along when she found out about Ying Qingcang and Tang Shuang's plans to go to France. This time, Tang Shuang did not hold anything back at all. She flat out denied Monica's request to follow them. In the end, Ying Qingcang had no choice but to toss Monica out of the car, literally. Tang Shuang waved smugly at Monica who was now sitting on the pavement. Then she hugged Ying Qingcang's arm and said, ”Ah Cang, you're so nice to me!”

Tang Shuang felt a little pleased with herself. ”Hah! He's so unwilling to marry me at the beginning. But look at him now. Isn't he head over heels in love with me already?” she thought. She recalled Ying Qingcang's endless demands in bed last night, causing her to feel a tingle in her lower abdomen. It seemed like she was enjoying the stuff in bed more and more.

”Why's your face so red? Are you unwell?” asked Ying Qingcang.

Tang Shuang shook her head quickly. ”It's nothing! Maybe I'm just feeling too warm.”

Ying Qingcang glanced out the car window, saying nothing. ”Looks like the drug is beginning to take effect,” he thought.

According to Boss Wan, prolonged usage of this kind of hallucinogen would lead to addiction; the user would crave sex more and more. At this rate, it was just a matter of time before Tang Shuang turned into a nymphomaniac. Still, Ying Qingcang held no compassion for this woman. Whether she lived or died, in the end, did not concern him the slightest. The only thing that mattered to him was that she could be of use to him right now.

As for why he was going to France, well, it was because he could not take it anymore. Before, he had heard reports of another man pursuing Xin Qing. Today, her lawyer had called to tell him that Xin Qing had transferred ten million worth of funds. What was she doing? Under such circumstances, the beast that was his yearning, which had been dying to break free from its cage for quite some time, could no longer remain subdued. Ying Qingcang gave himself a reason: he would just go there and have a glance at her. Just one glance would be enough, even if it was from afar.

Young Master Shen arrived in France half a day earlier than Ying Qingcang. Once there, he had to find a way to draw Xin Qing out. When Zhang Mi answered the door, Young Master Shen was prepared for another round of bickering. But Zhang Mi walked off without sparing a glance at him.

”What's the matter with her?” Young Master Shen asked curiously.

Xin Qing glanced at Zhang Mi, who was rushing up the stairs. ”She's in love!” she whispered.

”Who on earth would be interested in her?” Young Master Shen said in surprise. For some strange reason, he felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart, though that feeling quickly disappeared. It vanished before Young Master Shen could have a better grasp of it.

”I think it's a senior, I don't know.” Xin Qing was far more curious about Young Master Shen's presence. ”What are you doing here again?”

Young Master Shen came up with an excuse on the spot. ”I've got nothing better to do anyway. So I thought I'd come here to attend the latest fashion show this season.”

”Wow, you must be so free,” Xin Qing said with a shake of her head.

Young Master Shen's expression turned serious. ”Actually, I came here to see you. Why are you suddenly using so much money?” He cursed inwardly the moment those words left his mouth. ”Shit. Now Xin Qing must be thinking that we've been keeping tabs on her,” he thought. In order to cover up his slip of tongue, he quickly added, ”I ran into the manager of your jewelry company during a party. He was the one who told me.”

Although Xin Qing had kept her facial expression bland, she was smiling deep down. ”You've been watching my every move. You guys think I don't know?” she thought. Then again, she now knew that even her lawyer was taking orders from Ying Qingcang as well!

”Oh, it's nothing. I made an investment, that's all.” Xin Qing told Young Master Shen about her partnership with Meyer. Young Master Shen frowned for a long time without saying anything.

”You don't think it'll work?” Xin Qing asked, sensing his doubt.

”It's not that it won't work. I mean, you know his profession better than I do. But can you really trust his character? Don't forget that he's the main reason you got hurt.” Young Master Shen thought Ying Qingcang would probably die from rage if he ever found out about this. After all, the guy could barely tolerate the presence of any man around Xin Qing, even if it was purely for business purposes.

Young Master Shen thought for a moment. ”If you trust him, then it should be fine,” he said. ”Come! Dinner's on me! After that, join me for the fashion show?”

”If you're there to hook up with women, why drag me along?” Xin Qing asked. Young Master Shen laughed in response. ”Today's Zhang Mi's birthday. Don't tell me neither of you don't remember?”

Xin Qing went into a daze. ”Ah!” she exclaimed before stomping upstairs. A while later, she got changed and dragged Zhang Mi downstairs.

”Come, come, come! Let's go out and celebrate your birthday!”

Zhang Mi was delighted at the prospect of ripping Young Master Shen off. She had indeed forgotten about her own birthday. She did not expect Young Master Shen, of all people, to remember.

Before dinner was served, Xin Qing kept shooting searching glances at Young Master Shen. Young Master Shen felt conflicted. ”Should I tell her that I'd looked up Zhang Mi's birthday to use it as an excuse to treat her to dinner?” he thought. There was a sudden glint in his eyes. Keeping a straight face, he blinked a few times.

”Xiao Qingqing,” he said, ”let's swap seats!”

Xin Qing looked at him strangely, but in the end, she still agreed. Just when they were about to start dinner, they heard a high-pitched shriek.

”What are you doing here?”