Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After dinner, Jiang Shaocheng was looking over some documents in the study when a knock on the door interrupted him. It was He Lei.

“Young Master, your father is asking when you will bring the young mistress back to your old house.”

Jiang Shaocheng didn’t look up, opening another file, like He Lei didn’t exist.

Cold sweat beaded across He Lei’s brow. “Young Master?” he mustered the courage to ask again.

“Just say my condition worsened, that I coughed up blood and couldn’t leave home.”

Uncomfortably, He Lei said, “But Sir didn’t seem happy when he spoke about the young mistress. He said he didn’t know what Jiang Ming was thinking.”

At the mention of Tang Qiu, Jiang Shaocheng raised his head. His dark gaze was piercing. “We’ll go during the weekend.” The trip was inevitable, and there were some scores that needed to be settled.

He Lei heaved a sigh of relief. If the young master had refused to bring Tang Qiu home, he didn’t know what kind of slander his younger brother would stir up.

Recalling the task he had been assigned this afternoon, he passed Jiang Shaocheng a file of information. “Here is the information on the Hua family. After Huamei’s aunt, Chen Man, married Fang Guo’an, Huamei’s parents went to work in the Fengs’ company. Huamei is a second year student in university, and she has a boyfriend, a young man of unkind and conceited character.” In high school, Huamei and Feng Lu were in the same class as the young mistress. According to his investigations, they often bullied her, and once, the young mistress was even forced to miss her examination because of them…

“Understood. See that she gets a taste of her own medicine, for what she did to Qiu.”

He didn’t so much as raise his voice, but his cool tone sent an icy shiver rolling over He Lei. “Right away, Young Master.”

When He Lei had gone, Jiang Shaocheng stared at the computer screen, pondering for a while, before typing in the search bar: 100 Ways to Make a Girl Fall in Love With Me

The next morning, Tang Qiu woke up once again in Jiang Shaocheng’s arms. She smacked a palm to her forehead in frustration, and made to extricate herself carefully. Only, even that slight movement from her made Jiang Shaocheng shift and drape his arm over her waist, trapping her in his embrace.

His pajamas were loose, giving her a glimpse of his toned chest. She studied it, momentarily transfixed. Lying in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, and inhaling his musky, masculine scent, Tang Qiu felt a warm flush rising in her cheeks, the pitter-patter of her heart like the galloping of an antelope.

He still hadn’t awoken, so she said softly, “Wake up, dear. Let’s go for a walk and get some exercise.” His legs might be injured, but he could still work his arms, and it would strengthen his heart, too.

Jiang Shaocheng frowned faintly, only half-awake, and hugged her even tighter, drifting back into the muzzy cocoon of sleep.