Chapter 174: Xiong Mei came to the wolf’s den! Too late to regret? (1)
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Chapter 174 Xiong Mei came to the wolf's den! Too late to regret? (1)
Suddenly, Xiong Mei interrupted their conversation urgently, "Stop the car!"
Bai Wenling looked at her with confusion but promptly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Huh?" she questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Xiong Mei hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I-It's nothing, I forgot my handbag. Just leave me here, I'll go back and get it."
"It's not a problem, I can turn the car around," Bai Wenling offered, ready to accommodate her friend's request.
Xiong Mei swiftly shook her head. "No need, I can manage on my own," she insisted firmly.
"Hmm?" Both Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong exchanged puzzled glances as Xiong Mei stepped out of the car, wrapping a scarf around her shoulders to ward off the cold.
She signaled a passing taxi and quickly got in, leaving Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong wondering about her sudden urgency.
Bai Wenling let out a sigh as she started the car. "She's definitely acting strange."
Xie Meirong smiled faintly but didn't say anything. Bai Wenling continued on her own, her words tinged with ambiguity. "Did she really want to go back just for her handbag?"
Amused by her friend's attempt to drop hints, Xie Meirong chuckled softly. "No need to pretend. You already know why she wanted to go back."
Bai Wenling's lips twitched, and she admitted, "You noticed it too."
Xie Meirong nodded openly. An awkward silence settled in the car, but Bai Wenling eventually sighed, "Xiong Mei isn't the same anymore. Today, she might've truly become an adult. Sigh..."
"Who would've thought that the most innocent one among us would be the first to fall."
"But I suppose, she fell because she was innocent..."
Xie Meirong smiled in response to Bai Wenling's contemplation. "It's not just her," she suddenly mentioned.
Confused by the remark, Bai Wenling retorted, "What do you mean?" with a hint of offense in her tone.
Unperturbed, Xie Meirong continued, "He's eyeing all of us. It's just that Xiong Mei happened to be an easier target... Who knows, you might be next? Be careful," she advised, her smile still in place.
Bai Wenling's expression twitched, and she asserted, "I won't fall for his tricks!"
Even though she said that, a sense of unease settled within her.
She silently resolved to be more vigilant around him in the future.
Xie Meirong, just like Zhang Wei, had an air of mystery about her, and Bai Wenling took her words to heart.
___________
Meanwhile, just as Zhang Wei was on the verge of stepping into his car to nudge it toward the underground parking, a keen observation led his eyes to Wang Haoran standing outside, an air of anticipation swirling around him, likely waiting for Wang Liang.
Simultaneously, his attention pivoted to Mo Chen, who was desperately waving for a taxi amid the bustling street.
With a flicker of cunning in his eyes, Zhang Wei's hand rose in a wave, beckoning Wang Haoran closer.
Leaning casually against the opulent Rolls Royce, Wang Haoran's eyebrows lifted in surprise when he discerned Zhang Wei's call. A faint twitch traversed his face, an unspoken question lingering in his expression, "Tsk, Does he consider me his servant?"
Though harboring an underlying resentment, he heaved a resigned sigh and treaded over obediently.
In a resounding declaration, Wang Liang had ensured the entire Wang clan was at Zhang Wei's beck and call, ready to fulfill his every wish in times to come.
A veil of intrigue enveloped everyone, engendering queries as to why Wang Liang was taking such audacious risks—everyone, that is, except for Wang Zheng, who harbored more than mere suspicions.
"What do you need?" Wang Haoran snapped, irritation lacing his voice.
Zhang Wei pointed a finger at Mo Chen. "Keep an eye on him."
'Can't you handle it yourself?' Wang Haoran muttered under his breath, his annoyance palpable. He begrudgingly nodded and returned to his post.
[Host, how about turning that Mo Chen guy into a terrorist too? What do you think?] The suggestion from the system caught Zhang Wei off guard, leaving his lips twitching with surprise.
A wicked grin spread across Zhang Wei's face.
The idea of casting all the guardians into the clutches of the law felt like a stroke of genius.
Haha!
The thought alone nearly sent him into fits of laughter.
But he quickly reined in his amusement, conscious of his surroundings.
With a swift movement, he slipped into his car and navigated toward the dimly lit underground parking area.
He had no intention of becoming a spectacle for prying eyes.
And in case Xiong Mei put up resistance, he needed the flexibility to exert some force.
A secluded spot seemed ideal for such an encounter.
_______
Time oozed by, stretching into an span of over thirty minutes...
A spectral figure of a woman entered in the parking lot, her every step a staccato rhythm of high heels punctuating the heavy silence.
Xiong Mei, shrouded in an aura of nervous energy, navigated the labyrinthine rows of parked vehicles, her darting eyes trying to her search for a familiar face — the face of Zhang Wei.
Then, like an oasis in the desert of cars, a sleek Ferrari nestled in the shadows caught her gaze.
Recognition dawned on her like a flash of lightning, for she had spied his car earlier, etching it into her memory.
Summoning her determination, she inhaled deeply, her breath a mix of apprehension and resolve, and she set forth with the grace of a woman on a mission, her heels clicking purposefully on the concrete.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei's waning patience was overtaken by sheer boredom as he absentmindedly scrolled through the endless loop of Douyin videos. The digital diversions were losing their charm, and he felt time's weight pressing upon him.
Abruptly, a sharp knock shattered the monotony, drawing his attention.
Xiong Mei's nervous fingers danced upon the glass, their frantic cadence demanding his attention.
Amusement curled his lips into a wicked grin, recognizing that today's menu had just been served, the dish still warm and full of promise.
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Chapter 174 Xiong Mei came to the wolf's den! Too late to regret? (1)
Suddenly, Xiong Mei interrupted their conversation urgently, "Stop the car!"
Bai Wenling looked at her with confusion but promptly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Huh?" she questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Xiong Mei hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I-It's nothing, I forgot my handbag. Just leave me here, I'll go back and get it."
"It's not a problem, I can turn the car around," Bai Wenling offered, ready to accommodate her friend's request.
Xiong Mei swiftly shook her head. "No need, I can manage on my own," she insisted firmly.
"Hmm?" Both Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong exchanged puzzled glances as Xiong Mei stepped out of the car, wrapping a scarf around her shoulders to ward off the cold.
She signaled a passing taxi and quickly got in, leaving Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong wondering about her sudden urgency.
Bai Wenling let out a sigh as she started the car. "She's definitely acting strange."
Xie Meirong smiled faintly but didn't say anything. Bai Wenling continued on her own, her words tinged with ambiguity. "Did she really want to go back just for her handbag?"
Amused by her friend's attempt to drop hints, Xie Meirong chuckled softly. "No need to pretend. You already know why she wanted to go back."
Bai Wenling's lips twitched, and she admitted, "You noticed it too."
Xie Meirong nodded openly. An awkward silence settled in the car, but Bai Wenling eventually sighed, "Xiong Mei isn't the same anymore. Today, she might've truly become an adult. Sigh..."
"Who would've thought that the most innocent one among us would be the first to fall."
"But I suppose, she fell because she was innocent..."
Xie Meirong smiled in response to Bai Wenling's contemplation. "It's not just her," she suddenly mentioned.
Confused by the remark, Bai Wenling retorted, "What do you mean?" with a hint of offense in her tone.
Unperturbed, Xie Meirong continued, "He's eyeing all of us. It's just that Xiong Mei happened to be an easier target... Who knows, you might be next? Be careful," she advised, her smile still in place.
Bai Wenling's expression twitched, and she asserted, "I won't fall for his tricks!"
Even though she said that, a sense of unease settled within her.
She silently resolved to be more vigilant around him in the future.
Xie Meirong, just like Zhang Wei, had an air of mystery about her, and Bai Wenling took her words to heart.
___________
Meanwhile, just as Zhang Wei was on the verge of stepping into his car to nudge it toward the underground parking, a keen observation led his eyes to Wang Haoran standing outside, an air of anticipation swirling around him, likely waiting for Wang Liang.
Simultaneously, his attention pivoted to Mo Chen, who was desperately waving for a taxi amid the bustling street.
With a flicker of cunning in his eyes, Zhang Wei's hand rose in a wave, beckoning Wang Haoran closer.
Leaning casually against the opulent Rolls Royce, Wang Haoran's eyebrows lifted in surprise when he discerned Zhang Wei's call. A faint twitch traversed his face, an unspoken question lingering in his expression, "Tsk, Does he consider me his servant?"
Though harboring an underlying resentment, he heaved a resigned sigh and treaded over obediently.
In a resounding declaration, Wang Liang had ensured the entire Wang clan was at Zhang Wei's beck and call, ready to fulfill his every wish in times to come.
A veil of intrigue enveloped everyone, engendering queries as to why Wang Liang was taking such audacious risks—everyone, that is, except for Wang Zheng, who harbored more than mere suspicions.
"What do you need?" Wang Haoran snapped, irritation lacing his voice.
Zhang Wei pointed a finger at Mo Chen. "Keep an eye on him."
'Can't you handle it yourself?' Wang Haoran muttered under his breath, his annoyance palpable. He begrudgingly nodded and returned to his post.
[Host, how about turning that Mo Chen guy into a terrorist too? What do you think?] The suggestion from the system caught Zhang Wei off guard, leaving his lips twitching with surprise.
A wicked grin spread across Zhang Wei's face.
The idea of casting all the guardians into the clutches of the law felt like a stroke of genius.
Haha!
The thought alone nearly sent him into fits of laughter.
But he quickly reined in his amusement, conscious of his surroundings.
With a swift movement, he slipped into his car and navigated toward the dimly lit underground parking area.
He had no intention of becoming a spectacle for prying eyes.
And in case Xiong Mei put up resistance, he needed the flexibility to exert some force.
A secluded spot seemed ideal for such an encounter.
_______
Time oozed by, stretching into an span of over thirty minutes...
A spectral figure of a woman entered in the parking lot, her every step a staccato rhythm of high heels punctuating the heavy silence.
Xiong Mei, shrouded in an aura of nervous energy, navigated the labyrinthine rows of parked vehicles, her darting eyes trying to her search for a familiar face — the face of Zhang Wei.
Then, like an oasis in the desert of cars, a sleek Ferrari nestled in the shadows caught her gaze.
Recognition dawned on her like a flash of lightning, for she had spied his car earlier, etching it into her memory.
Summoning her determination, she inhaled deeply, her breath a mix of apprehension and resolve, and she set forth with the grace of a woman on a mission, her heels clicking purposefully on the concrete.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei's waning patience was overtaken by sheer boredom as he absentmindedly scrolled through the endless loop of Douyin videos. The digital diversions were losing their charm, and he felt time's weight pressing upon him.
Abruptly, a sharp knock shattered the monotony, drawing his attention.
Xiong Mei's nervous fingers danced upon the glass, their frantic cadence demanding his attention.
Amusement curled his lips into a wicked grin, recognizing that today's menu had just been served, the dish still warm and full of promise.
Chapter 174 Xiong Mei came to the wolf's den! Too late to regret? 1 Suddenly, Xiong Mei interrupted their conversation urgently, "Stop the car!" Bai Wenling looked at her with confusion but promptly pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Huh?" she questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion. Xiong Mei hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I-It's nothing, I forgot my handbag. Just leave me here, I'll go back and get it." "It's not a problem, I can turn the car around," Bai Wenling offered, ready to accommodate her friend's request. Xiong Mei swiftly shook her head. "No need, I can manage on my own," she insisted firmly. "Hmm?" Both Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong exchanged puzzled glances as Xiong Mei stepped out of the car, wrapping a scarf around her shoulders to ward off the cold. She signaled a passing taxi and quickly got in, leaving Bai Wenling and Xie Meirong wondering about her sudden urgency. Bai Wenling let out a sigh as she started the car. "She's definitely acting strange." Xie Meirong smiled faintly but didn't say anything. Bai Wenling continued on her own, her words tinged with ambiguity. "Did she really want to go back just for her handbag?" Amused by her friend's attempt to drop hints, Xie Meirong chuckled softly. "No need to pretend. You already know why she wanted to go back." Bai Wenling's lips twitched, and she admitted, "You noticed it too." Xie Meirong nodded openly. An awkward silence settled in the car, but Bai Wenling eventually sighed, "Xiong Mei isn't the same anymore. Today, she might've truly become an adult. Sigh..." "Who would've thought that the most innocent one among us would be the first to fall." "But I suppose, she fell because she was innocent..." Xie Meirong smiled in response to Bai Wenling's contemplation. "It's not just her," she suddenly mentioned. Confused by the remark, Bai Wenling retorted, "What do you mean?" with a hint of offense in her tone. Unperturbed, Xie Meirong continued, "He's eyeing all of us. It's just that Xiong Mei happened to be an easier target... Who knows, you might be next? Be careful," she advised, her smile still in place. Bai Wenling's expression twitched, and she asserted, "I won't fall for his tricks!" Even though she said that, a sense of unease settled within her. She silently resolved to be more vigilant around him in the future. Xie Meirong, just like Zhang Wei, had an air of mystery about her, and Bai Wenling took her words to heart. ___________ Meanwhile, just as Zhang Wei was on the verge of stepping into his car to nudge it toward the underground parking, a keen observation led his eyes to Wang Haoran standing outside, an air of anticipation swirling around him, likely waiting for Wang Liang. Simultaneously, his attention pivoted to Mo Chen, who was desperately waving for a taxi amid the bustling street. With a flicker of cunning in his eyes, Zhang Wei's hand rose in a wave, beckoning Wang Haoran closer. Leaning casually against the opulent Rolls Royce, Wang Haoran's eyebrows lifted in surprise when he discerned Zhang Wei's call. A faint twitch traversed his face, an unspoken question lingering in his expression, "Tsk, Does he consider me his servant?" Though harboring an underlying resentment, he heaved a resigned sigh and treaded over obediently. In a resounding declaration, Wang Liang had ensured the entire Wang clan was at Zhang Wei's beck and call, ready to fulfill his every wish in times to come. A veil of intrigue enveloped everyone, engendering queries as to why Wang Liang was taking such audacious riskseveryone, that is, except for Wang Zheng, who harbored more than mere suspicions. "What do you need?" Wang Haoran snapped, irritation lacing his voice. Zhang Wei pointed a finger at Mo Chen. "Keep an eye on him." 'Can't you handle it yourself?' Wang Haoran muttered under his breath, his annoyance palpable. He begrudgingly nodded and returned to his post. Host, how about turning that Mo Chen guy into a terrorist too? What do you think? The suggestion from the system caught Zhang Wei off guard, leaving his lips twitching with surprise. A wicked grin spread across Zhang Wei's face. The idea of casting all the guardians into the clutches of the law felt like a stroke of genius. Haha! The thought alone nearly sent him into fits of laughter. But he quickly reined in his amusement, conscious of his surroundings. With a swift movement, he slipped into his car and navigated toward the dimly lit underground parking area. He had no intention of becoming a spectacle for prying eyes. And in case Xiong Mei put up resistance, he needed the flexibility to exert some force. A secluded spot seemed ideal for such an encounter. _______ Time oozed by, stretching into an span of over thirty minutes... A spectral figure of a woman entered in the parking lot, her every step a staccato rhythm of high heels punctuating the heavy silence. Xiong Mei, shrouded in an aura of nervous energy, navigated the labyrinthine rows of parked vehicles, her darting eyes trying to her search for a familiar face the face of Zhang Wei. Then, like an oasis in the desert of cars, a sleek Ferrari nestled in the shadows caught her gaze. Recognition dawned on her like a flash of lightning, for she had spied his car earlier, etching it into her memory. Summoning her determination, she inhaled deeply, her breath a mix of apprehension and resolve, and she set forth with the grace of a woman on a mission, her heels clicking purposefully on the concrete. Meanwhile, Zhang Wei's waning patience was overtaken by sheer boredom as he absentmindedly scrolled through the endless loop of Douyin videos. The digital diversions were losing their charm, and he felt time's weight pressing upon him. Abruptly, a sharp knock shattered the monotony, drawing his attention. Xiong Mei's nervous fingers danced upon the glass, their frantic cadence demanding his attention. Amusement curled his lips into a wicked grin, recognizing that today's menu had just been served, the dish still warm and full of promise.
