Chapter 47-hiss, why are my lips swollen?

Qin Nan begrudged having been regarded as someone without much money, but he was quite happy to be holding such a big amount in his hands. He carried the sack of money on his shoulder, feeling like a boss.

He Lanjin carried her phone to the washroom, put it on speakerphone and continued chatting with Qin Nan while she washed up.

She looked at the mirror and saw that her face was a little pale. Her lips were redder than usual. She touched them and hissed. “Why are my lips swollen? Did I get into a fight last night?”

There were faint marks on her neck. He Lanjin scratched them to see if they itched, but they did not. Thinking the marks were some kind of allergic reaction to the alcohol, she dabbed a little ointment on them.

He Lanjin had a vague recollection of fighting with someone last night. Did she let her guard down after drinking? The thought gave her a sense of relief. She probably did not hurt someone. She was definitely not a violent woman.

She picked out a white shirt and a tight skirt that accentuated her figure. She completed the look with a white coat after tying her hair into a high ponytail and proceeded downstairs.

“Good morning, Mr. Qiao,” He Lanjin said when she saw Qiao Hanye sitting upright on the sofa. He was going through the financial sections of several newspapers.

“Ah,” Qiao Hanye responded with a nod, without looking up from his reading.

Han Beicheng suddenly appeared, bringing a bowl of soup. “Miss He, the master made you some hangover soup.”

He Lanjin took the bowl from Han Beicheng and took a sip. She set the bowl on the table and rubbed her faintly aching temples. “I drank too much last night,” He Lanjin said. “I apologize. I did not know that the wine my friend gave me was that strong.”

He Lanjin picked up the bowl again and drank the soup. “Last night, did I…”

Without warning, Qiao Hanye slammed the newspaper he was reading against the glass table, surprising both Han Beicheng and He Lanjin. “No,” Qiao Hanye said in reply, as if he knew what He Lanjin was going to ask.

"Oh?” He Lanjin said, relieved. “That’s good.”

So it was a dream. She did not really fight anyone. She did not lose her bearings after drinking. All was well.

Han Beicheng stood in attention. He maintained his composure, as befit the right hand of the master, but his eyes were silently watching Qiao Hanye and He Lanjin. What was it with these two? They had the same aura. Even their eyes were similar–cold and calculating, but there was something he could not put a finger on.

“Glory World Corporation?” He Lanjin asked as she looked over Qiao Hanye’s shoulder. “Let me see.” The headline featured how Glory World Corporation had shaken the whole of Jiang City overnight. She sat beside Qiao Hanye on the sofa and took the paper from his hands. “Interesting. They have taken over lousy CEO Huang’s company.”

Director Huang was a famous businessman in Jiang City, but he was also known as a pervert–although no one really talked about the matter openly until the recent exposé. He was in police custody, and his case was still being investigated.

“The Lu Corporation has lost their funding and young Master Lu is very busy as of the moment,” Han Beicheng said to break the silence in the room. “Aren’t you worried that the Lu Corporation will go bankrupt, Miss He?”

He Lanjin finished reading the news article, closed the paper and set it down on the table before going back to her soup. “A man’s inability to handle his responsibilities is called incompetence. What does that have to do with me?” She said, looking at Han Beicheng.

This woman! She was heartless, just as Han Beicheng thought. Wasn’t Lu Zifan her fiancé? Ah, yes. He was not only that; he was also a cuckold who cheated on her.

He Lanjin’s phone rang. It was Lu Zifan.

“What’s wrong?” He Lanjin said into her phone with an annoyed tone. She was about to ask Qiao Hanye about his plans for the day so she could locate her phone while he was out.

He Lanjin had not forgotten that Qiao Hanye still had her phone. If it weren’t for the phone, she would not have come back to Jing Garden.

“Ah Jin, I have been busy these past few days. I’m free right now, and I miss you.” Lu Zifan’s sweet words gave He Lanjin goosebumps, but not in a good way. She rubbed her face to relieve herself of the prickly feeling.

Qiao Hanye cleared his throat twice and got up from the sofa. He looked at He Lanjin before walking out of the house.

Lu Zifan grew anxious at hearing a male voice in the other line. “Are you with a man right now?” he asked impatiently.

"Yes," He Lanjin answered.