Our Master Wants to See You

However, Xing Linlin's sadness was barely sufficient for Xing Shu's appeasement. She still remembered the fury and humiliation she suffered when she caught Xing Linlin and Cheng Xingyang in bed. The humiliation and anger they felt now was nothing compared to her at that time.

"Cheng Xingyang, you're really magnanimous. Knowing that your fiancée made you a cuckold, you're still unwilling to annul the engagement. Do you have some strange fetish?" Xing Shu sneered. She gave everyone in the Xing family a sweeping gaze before she bent down to pick up her handbag. The Xing family's impression of her would change completely after tonight; the Cheng family probably would not know about it just yet. After all, no one in the present company would spread such an ignominy. Well, other than Xing Linlin, that is. Xing Shu did not know what this woman would concoct.

In any case, Xing Shu did not give a d*mn anymore. Now that things had come to this, she had no way out. The shackles of the Xing and Cheng families were a pebble in her shoe that plagued her day and night. The sooner she removed them, the sooner she would be free. For some reason, she seemed to have sensed that Cheng Xingyang would not have annulled the engagement so easily. After all, he had talked about breaking off the engagement for years, but never acted upon it. That was why she chose Cheng Lang when she wanted to exact revenge on Xing Linlin and Cheng Xingyang. Cheng Lang was her trump card to annul the engagement; her last resort. As this trump card was too big a deal and was not under her control, she did not dare to touch it for the time being.

Xing Shu walked out of the Xing family's house and let out a sigh of relief. She had never felt so relieved before. Next on her list was preparation of her employment document and wiping the smile off her colleagues' faces with her triumphant return! Xing Shu smiled at the thought of the prospect of a bright future. She opened the car door and got into the car. She had barely driven a distance when she was blinded by high beam headlights. She promptly stepped on the brakes. She thought that the high beams were just a case of carelessness on the other driver's part. But when she saw the car speeding towards her, she immediately turned the steering wheel to avoid it.

Her car shook violently and crashed into the flower bed nearby. Xing Shu's forehead hit the steering wheel with a loud bam! She almost fainted from the excruciating pain.

Xing Shu slowly recovered herself. She was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car when she saw two men in front of her. "Miss Xing, our Master wants to see you."

Xing Shu's mind was racing. She even wondered if these two people were assassins hired by Xing Linlin. Xing Linlin had been working in the bar for so long, so it was not impossible for her to hook up with someone with gangster ties behind Cheng Xingyang's back.

"Who is your Master?" Xing Shu pressed her forehead.

The two bodyguards pulled Xing Shu out of the car dispassionately. "Miss Xing, you'll know when you get there." The muscles in their arms were bulging, and they emitted a glacial aura; it was obvious they were trained in martial arts.

If Xing Shu struggled, her arm would be broken in the next second. She could only bide her time and follow the bodyguards into the car.

The car drove for half an hour. When Xing Shu saw the villa, she knew who the Master was—Cheng Xingyang's father, Cheng Gang. Cheng Gang was a director of Cheng Corporation Group and had probably received the news of her promotion—to the position that belonged to Cheng Xingyang which Cheng Gang had fought hard for. He did not expect that it would be usurped by an outsider—a spy he had sent to monitor Cheng Xingyang. A spy who was defiant needed to be reined in; the car accident just now was Cheng Gang's warning to Xing Shu.

Xing Shu anticipated trouble from the Cheng family, but she did not expect it to be so soon. She whipped out her cell phone and instinctively wanted to send a message to Cheng Lang. She did not expect Cheng Lang to save her, but at least there would be someone to collect her corpse. She no longer counted on the Xing family. However, the moment she took out her cell phone, Xing Shu remembered that she did not have Cheng Lang's cell phone number. Their mode of contact previously had been email.

Xing Shu smiled bitterly. Great, there was no one to collect her corpse.

…

Cheng Lang had just ended an overseas video conference. He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. "How's it going?"

Jian Yaochuan—who was at the side—hurriedly replied, "President, we've investigated. They are indeed planning a gathering in that building on Friday. Cheng Gang was mainly in charge of the funding back then, but the other directors also had their pockets lined." Cheng Gan had misappropriated company funds. Other than a portion of the Cheng family, participants of the so-called Night of Debauchery included CEOs of other companies. That building was a nexus of networking and connections for the company's directors.