Night of Debauchery

"Young Uncle," Xing Shu called out. She had no intention of getting into the car; she was not in the mood tonight.

Cheng Lang fiddled with the Buddhist bracelet on his wrist and said indifferently, "Come on."

"I'm not getting in. If I get in—with Young Uncle's stamina—I won't be able to walk." Xing Shu deadpanned as she hugged the box. She wanted to create a promiscuous persona in front of Cheng Lang. Other than in bed, it was best if they did not have any other entanglements. Otherwise, she was worried that she would fall for him one day. Cheng Xingyang alone was exhausting enough; Cheng Lang was obviously deadlier than Cheng Xingyang. Anyway, Cheng Lang did not ask her if it was her first time during their dalliance—it could only mean that he did not care about this. They were both adults; there were some things that did not need to be said too clearly.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly because of Xing Shu's words. His gaze landed on the box in Xing Shu's hand. His cold fingertips grabbed Xing Shu's wrist and forcefully pulled her in. "Resigning?" The box in her arms was too eye-catching—it was impossible not to notice it.

Xing Shu did not struggle and leaned into Cheng Lang's arms. They had already slept together—there was no need to pretend to be reserved. "Yeah. Got kicked to the curb after outliving my usefulness."

Xing Shu pretended to be aggrieved and lay on Cheng Lang's shoulder. Since she had resigned, she might as well give Cheng Xingyang a big farewell gift and see how well he would fare. "Young Uncle, Cheng Corporation Group has so many businesses under its name. Can you manage them all? There are too many ways for people to line their pockets."

Cheng Lang pinched Xing Shu's chin with his fingers. He knew that there was a subtext in her words. "For example?"

"Young Uncle, did you notice a small building not far from Cheng Corporation Group? It was specially built by Cheng Xingyang and the other directors for R&D1. It cost more than 100 million yuan, but Young Uncle probably did not sign the approval for this project when you were overseas, right? That's because they split the total amount of investment into small sums, and every sum was just under the amount that did not require your approval. How much room do you think this secret operation has? How much money is embezzled?" Xing Shu smiled. Cheng Xingyang only had himself to blame for his negligence and disinterest in his work; Xing Shu was the one who followed up on many things, so she was very clear about these things.

Cheng Lang mentioned the company accounts on the first day he took over the reins of the company, but the corruption of the directors he caught was just a drop in the bucket. Xing Shu drew circles on Cheng Lang's tie with her fingers. "I went to that building to take a look. The moment I entered, I saw an antique—a blue and white porcelain vase that was worth more than 10 million yuan. Every chair inside was made of rosewood. The cutlery in the cabinet was all enamel. The carpet was a Persian carpet worth more than 100,000 yuan. Young Uncle, why do you think a R&D building is so luxurious?"

Cheng Lang looked at Xing Shu quietly. After a long time, he said to Jian Yaochuan in the front passenger seat, "Go and investigate." A building that cost hundreds of millions of yuan… Most probably was the secret lair of the directors for their vices. It was very well hidden indeed.

Xing Shu's eyes curved into crescents. Once the secret of that building was exposed, Cheng Xingyang would be in hot water. The unhappiness of losing her job because of Cheng Xingyang was instantly thrown to the back of her mind. "Young Uncle, that building holds a gathering every Friday. Cheng Xingyang calls that gathering "Night of Debauchery". If you catch them then, they'll definitely be caught red-handed." Wasn't Cheng Xingyang waiting for her to apologize? Then she would destroy their secret lair through Cheng Lang!

Cheng Lang's finger landed on Xing Shu's waist and he asked Jian Yaochuan, "Did you get that?"

Jian Yaochuan nodded respectfully and made several calls in preparation of this matter.

Cheng Lang's cold fingers touched the skin on Xing Shu's waist, triggering a tiny jolt of electricity.

"When it's done, what reward do you want?" Cheng Lang's voice was cold and indifferent, but not mean.

"Reward?" Xing Shu softened her body and leaned languidly against Cheng Lang. Her curly eyelashes were slightly lowered—she was undoubtedly seducing him, but charming at the same time.

Xing Shu was thinking about what reward she wanted when her cell phone rang—it was Hu Jie. She had probably suffered a setback with President Chen. After all, the contract was going to be signed tomorrow; they would definitely call President Chen in advance tonight to communicate. The communication must have not gone well.

Xing Shu rejected the call. Soon after, she received a message from Hu Jie.