Chapter 83 - Chapter 83: Legs Are Finally Broken (1/2)

Chapter 83: Legs Are Finally Broken

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xing Shu woke up at around 11 a.m.. When she saw the familiar ceiling, she hurriedly propped herself up. So last night was not a dream? Cheng Lang really did not go on a business trip and appeared at the police station? Was it for her?

Xing Shu got out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she knelt down. The place where her feet had been cut was burning with pain. She held onto the bed and got up. When she saw the walking stick beside her, she knew that it was for her and hurriedly took it. There was no one outside the door. She walked to the study door with the walking stick clumsily. Cheng Lang was in a meeting inside. He seemed to be perpetually in meetings.

Xing Shu gently pushed open the door and was about to enter when she heard the voice of one of the company’s senior management emanating from the computer. “The document has been sent out. The 8120 and 2N protocols suggested by Director Xing Shu at the previous meeting have been added to the management system. The first draft has also been sent to your email.”

Cheng Lang did not say anything. His microphone was turned off. When he heard the sound at the door, he did not look up, as if he knew it was her. Xing Shu hitched forward. “Young Uncle, were you planning to go on a business trip to discuss the acquisition last night?”

“Yes.” Cheng Lang was still browsing through the emails. He replied after ascertaining there were no problems.

“Then why did Young Uncle come back? I can settle it.” Xing Shu put on a face of nonchalance as she sat down at the side.

Cheng Lang said, “Your so-called solution is to let the wound on your feet bleed non-stop?”

Xing Shu lowered her head and pressed down on her drumming heart. “I didn’t feel any pain at that time.” This was because she had to maintain her consciousness—she knew very well that the only person she could rely on was herself.

Xing Shu said, “Young Uncle, does last night’S incident count as getting your dander up over a woman?” Her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly flapping its wings, careful and soft.

Xing Shu in this state was too fragile; things that were too fragile could easily soften one’s heart. Cheng Lang tried his best to ignore the strange feeling in his heart. His gaze continued to fall on the computer screen. He ended the meeting after some further instructions to the senior management.