CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: MR. WANG?

Her big eyes were busy, glancing out the car window one moment, and checking her phone screen the next.

But to say she wasn’t worried would be impossible!

Tang Xiaowan was so desperate that she wanted to take a risk and secretly send a message to Leng Lingxiao to inform him of the situation when Li Zishen wasn’t paying attention.

However much she wished to, the man was watching her closely.

Li Zishen shifted his gaze downward, crossing his hands behind his head: "Xiao Wan, stop looking around and hurry up and eat. Don’t worry, we won’t be late."

"Zishen, I feel like I can’t finish these... could you help me with two?"

Her voice was sweet, her demeanor obedient.

Li Zishen glanced at the white insulated box on Tang Xiaowan’s lap and saw that there were still four siu mai remaining, abruptly tightening his jaw.

When they left Li Garden, Uncle Cai had packed eight.

Normally, let alone eight, even ten, Tang Xiaowan could easily polish them off.

But today, her worries outweighed her appetite!

"I’ll only eat one."

With that, Li Zishen picked up a siu mai and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, then continued to gaze ahead, closely watching the east entrance of the school.

Upon seeing this, Tang Xiaowan bit her lip and frowned.

Huahua, you better not come!

If you really do, I’m going to be in trouble again, imprisoned by Li Zishen, that old fox.

Please don’t come; don’t fall into the trap!

Early in the morning before dawn, Li Zishen had woken Tang Xiaowan, saying he wanted to make a bet with her.

Tang Xiaowan didn’t know what had happened during the night that had led the usually promise-keeping Li Zishen to suddenly add the condition of betting whether Leng Lingxiao liked her.

Although she felt angry, she was helpless!

Ten minutes later, Tang Xiaowan shouted, "Wow, look, look, the time is up. Bai Long didn’t message you, neither did Chen Xin, right? Can I go now?"

Her good mood was unmistakable.

Tang Xiaowan danced with excitement; if she hadn’t been trapped in the car, she might have jumped up.

Li Zishen frowned, "Go to school then."

"I’m off then, bye, no need to see me out."

This season, a broken-flower long dress was quite conspicuous at the school gate, very graceful.

Many others were already wearing sweatshirts and casual pants.

Li Zishen just watched quietly until Tang Xiaowan disappeared from his sight.

"Little fool, you are the childish one."

Immediately, he turned the steering wheel and quickly drove off, even though he rarely drove himself, he handled it very proficiently.

However, at that moment, not far from the black sedan, a cool black motorcycle almost simultaneously turned around and left the crowded intersection.

A black helmet, a black storm jacket.

"The project can start now."

"Received."

Bai Long took the phone from Li Zishen and immediately drove to the office building of Yishen Group; he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

At the same time, Zhao Renjie informed Leng Lingxiao of Bai Long leaving the Jinshan District.

Indeed, Tang Xiaowan had misunderstood; the agreement between Li Zishen and Bai Long wasn’t as she presumed—informing via message if Leng Lingxiao appeared, but rather the opposite.

Clearly, since Li Zishen hadn’t received a message, this meant Leng Lingxiao had already left his Jinshan Villa.

Li Zishen didn’t know where the man was.

But one thing was certain, from now on, he had a formidable rival,—previously it was business, now it was Tang Xiaowan.

...

Two hours later, at Yishen Group.

In his spacious office, Li Zishen was reading his emails, fiddling with a small pig wooden sculpture Tang Xiaowan had given him months ago.

It had become his habit, carrying it wherever he went.

Knock, knock, knock, three knocks on the door.

"Come in."

"Brother Shen, a Mr. Wang, who hasn’t made an appointment, has come to visit. He said that once you see this... you will definitely meet with him."

The secretary carefully placed a briefcase on the desk and then stepped back half a step and stood.

At that moment, he was extremely nervous, fearing he had taken the liberty and would anger Li Zishen, but worried that not reporting might lead to a missed opportunity.

He had observed the visitor briefly; the man had a distinguished appearance and an extraordinary manner of speaking and was also dressed impeccably, leading him to guess it might be a heavyweight friend of his boss, someone who should not be ignored.

However, he seemed a bit too old, around 45, old enough to be called uncle.

Li Zishen frowned, "Mr. Wang?"