Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

“Haoyin, are you suspecting that someone is secretly orchestrating all of this?” Shen Jun asked, puzzled, his thick eyebrows furrowing together. He too sensed something was amiss, yet couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong. His large hand grasped his chin as he pondered, “But the drop in Zuo Corporation’s stock price and the cancellation of investment plans were all part of our plan, weren’t they? Still, something feels off, but I can’t quite say what.”

It was precisely because he felt something was off that he came up to find him. He happened to catch him during a video conference; otherwise, he might have thought he was too idle, with nothing to do. “It’s within expectations, but isn’t the pace a bit too fast?”

The fingers tapping on the sofa suddenly froze, and the corners of his lips subtly dropped. The silver-white irises with a dark pupil seemed like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly spreading a deep black: “Zuo Corporation’s headquarters are in France; this is just a small part of it. Yet he left the vast headquarters to come here. Don’t you find that strange?”

Leng Haoyin pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a gentle puff. The tobacco scent quickly permeated the thin air, creating a slightly oppressive atmosphere. His deep voice resonated through the swirling smoke, still rich and full: “Unless there’s something here that interests him.”

Suddenly, Shen Jun’s expression turned serious, adjusting his posture and clasping his hands before his chin. “Haoyin, I’ve never understood why you went to such lengths for the Golden Triangle land. We could have easily acquired it. Was it really just to see Zuo Junchen flustered? That doesn’t seem like your style.”

Leng Haoyin glanced at him sideways but remained silent, his thin lips tightly pressed into a sharp line.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if realizing something, and he jumped up excitedly. “Damn, I finally get it. Your goal was to draw out the person behind him.”

His eyes sparkled with interest. “Wow, if that’s true, then Zuo Junchen isn’t as simple as he appears. I always thought he was just competitive, disliked you, and enjoyed snatching things from you. Seems I underestimated him. Are we inadvertently helping him out this time?”

Upon hearing this, Leng Haoyin’s lips curled into a subtle smile, his tone calm and indifferent. “Helping him out? Do I look like the kind of person who would do that?”

“Heh, not really.” Shen Jun chuckled, somewhat carefree. “So what do you plan to do? Hand over what you have to the police and let him spend some time in jail?”

This idea seemed decent. Although he’d surely be bailed out soon after entering jail, it might be worthwhile to let him experience it occasionally.

The fingers holding the cigarette stiffened slightly, and beneath the white smoke, his cold face darkened, with a faint glimmer of something sinister. Who was it that harbored such animosity against him? No, against the Leng Family.

“I don’t know either.” Beneath the smoke, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a mountainous shape, deep in thought. He had a strong feeling that Zuo Junchen was targeting him, but this targeting was not merely a challenge to an opponent; it carried some emotion, like hatred.

Ye Hanhe’s call came right on time, ten minutes later. After answering the call, Leng Haoyin’s brows furrowed even more.

“Yes, Zuo Junchen has privately started buying back Zuo Corporation’s stocks. At this rate, he should have already bought back about two percent of the stocks. If the stock price continues to drop at this rate, by this time tomorrow, he could have bought back at least eight percent.” Don’t underestimate this small number; converted into RMB, it’s a staggering amount.

“It’s really him.” Though expected, he was still a bit surprised…

Shen Jun’s eyes widened like a goldfish’s. “Where did he get so much money? He has someone backing him…”

…

Yesterday, An Ruoxi made several calls to Zuo Junchen, but he didn’t answer. Now, as lunchtime approached, Zuo Junchen returned her call.

“Senior, now?” An Ruoxi turned to check the time displayed on her laptop screen, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, hesitating.

Her gaze drifted to the door of the president’s office, recalling his gritted teeth warning her not to contact Zuo Junchen again. She bit her lip and made a decision. “Senior, alright, where are you? I’ll come find you.”

“Ruoxi, go to the window and lean out to look down.” Zuo Junchen’s voice was rich and pleasant over the phone.

“Ah-” An Ruoxi exclaimed in surprise, running to the window and leaning out to see a man standing next to a Bugatti on the road below. Even from such a height, where people looked as small as ants, she immediately recognized Zuo Junchen. “Okay, okay, I’m coming down. Wait for me.”

Grabbing her bag, she dashed out, not noticing her phone quietly slipping to the floor.

Leng Haoyin was just about to enter the office when he saw An Ruoxi rushing downstairs with her bag. He followed her down, only to see her getting into Zuo Junchen’s car. A surge of anger flared from his abdomen to his eyes, and he angrily pulled out his phone, dialing that familiar number.

For a long time, no one answered the call, and his gaze turned sharp as he strode toward the parking lot.