Four Years Ago, Her Husband Cheated on Her Body - Chapter 13

Zhu Nanyu had a hint of weariness between his brows, but the composure and superiority emanating from his core had not diminished in the slightest.

His thin lips parted, as if reciting a gospel imprinted on his soul.

“My wife’s full name is Jia Qiao, she is 24 years old this year. Birthday is October 14th, height is 176 centimeters, weight is…”

“Stop! Enough! That’s really enough! Who wants to hear your ‘Wife Observation File’!”

Lanner couldn’t maintain his cool for more than three seconds in front of Zhu Nanyu. He had to abandon the ‘profound, sinister, evil big boss’ persona and crossed his arms over his chest, forming an exaggerated ‘X’.

“I’m asking you, how is it reasonable that for that insane plan, even if the world’s top secret agent were sent to execute it, the success rate would only be around 70%. Yet your frail wife could complete it with 100% success, without leaving any evidence?”

Lanner recalled their last meeting: Jia Qiao had a pale complexion, slender fingers, and a waist that looked like it would snap in a slight breeze.

No one, upon seeing him, would believe he could break through Rui Ke’s impenetrable defenses.

Zhu Nanyu’s gaze pierced through Lanner, seemingly drifting far away, his voice soft, almost a sigh.

“That was him, at the very beginning.”

“Huh?” A question mark popped up over Lanner’s head, and his face read: Are you taking me for a fool?

“When we were together, everyone assumed Jia Qiao sold his looks for money.”

Lanner fluttered his golden eyelashes. “Wasn’t that the case?”

An unknown, delicate beauty suddenly marrying a mogul at the pinnacle of power and wealth—doesn’t it look exactly like the standard script of a wealthy man’s caged canary?

Zhu Nanyu’s eyes were deep. “You guessed the ending, but you didn’t guess the beginning.”

—Jia Qiao did indeed approach him for money, but the chip he wagered was not his appearance.

“As long as you pay, I can do anything.” The young man’s voice was pure, carrying an unworldly directness.

The 18-year-old Jia Qiao appeared in spring, his clothes thin, his black hair messy, and his eyes empty, seemingly lacking the necessary awareness and curiosity about the world.

He hadn’t realized the immense natural advantage of his own looks, nor had he realized how… dangerous those words were.

Zhu Nanyu held a Cuban cigar burning between his fingers, examining him with interest. “Anything?”

“Mhm.” Jia Qiao thought the man in front of him was questioning his ability. He reached out his hand. “Do you have a lighter?”

“Yes.” Zhu Nanyu casually took a gold lighter from his pocket and tossed it over.

Jia Qiao dismantled the lighter with one hand, burning away the cotton wick. He pulled out the thin spring and, with a flick of his wrist, straightened it into a thin wire.

Then, he tossed the main body of the solid gold lighter high into the air. As it fell, the taut thin wire flashed with cold light, dividing the lighter into eight pieces of equal weight and size, with cuts that were perfectly smooth.

The young man retracted his hand, and the thin wire, which was comparable to a deadly weapon, completely disappeared.

“Tracking, stealing, assassination… I can do all of it, and I won’t leave a trace,” Jia Qiao looked up, his gaze calm and unwavering as he looked at Zhu Nanyu. “What do you need me to do?”

Zhu Nanyu looked down at the dearly departed lighter, then back at Jia Qiao’s exquisite yet indifferent face.

A long-lost burst of excitement, mixed with admiration, surprise, and intense curiosity, quickly shot through his entire body.

He suppressed the surge of emotion, his voice a few shades deeper than before, carrying a seductive, guiding quality. “If I pay, you’ll do it?”

“Mhm.” Jia Qiao’s answer was firm, without a trace of hesitation.

Zhu Nanyu smiled.

He took a half-step forward, his tall figure enveloping the thin young man, and clearly stated his request:

“Then, be my boyfriend?”

“…” Jia Qiao froze, clearly not expecting this request.

Because he had suddenly arrived in this world, he only knew the most basic common sense.

In Jia Qiao’s understanding, a boyfriend referred to a male partner in an intimate relationship.

And the boundaries of ‘intimacy’ were very broad, including… uh, a certain zero-distance physical contact.

Jia Qiao thought briefly, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow.

Since it was all selling his body for money, it seemed to make no difference.

To be given the name ‘boyfriend’ sounded reasonable and legal. He could get the money and avoid the risk of being globally pursued.

“Okay.” Jia Qiao nodded lightly.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand, his fair and slender fingers deftly unbuttoning the collar, as if carrying out an order.

“Stop!” Zhu Nanyu’s voice suddenly rose, and he grabbed Jia Qiao’s thin wrist. “Don’t take it off yet!”

Jia Qiao didn’t struggle free and looked at the man in front of him with confusion. “Isn’t that what you meant?”

“It is, and it isn’t. I’m asking you to be my boyfriend, so naturally, I have a physical desire,” Zhu Nanyu openly admitted his lust, but then changed the subject. “Before that, there are necessary procedures to complete.”

“?” Jia Qiao tilted his head in confusion.

Zhu Nanyu leaned in slightly, his eyes deeply fixed on Jia Qiao, his tone serious and solemn.

“I like you. Will you date me?”

Jia Qiao: “…”

The young man’s light pink lips parted slightly, then pressed together.

Finally, a hint of an emotion similar to ‘disgust’ appeared in those empty eyes.

This man is so troublesome.

Zhu Nanyu’s thoughts returned to the present, his eyes filled with a heavy shadow.

He knew from the beginning that Jia Qiao could go anywhere and do anything, but he was extremely indifferent to the perception of love.

He spent two full years gradually getting a person like Jia Qiao accustomed to the idea of ‘being loved.’

But now, Jia Qiao had returned to his former state, his heart even more closed off.

He was afraid this time it would take even longer to nurture his wife back to his previous self.

Zhu Nanyu thought silently, his eyes like rain clouds before a storm, suppressing both pity and anger.

Just then, the phone by the bedside sounded an alert.

Lanner subconsciously reached out, but the half-dead Zhu Nanyu was faster and snatched the phone, unlocking the screen.

Jia Qiao: Everything went according to your plan, thank you.

Jia Qiao of course knew that if he had dealt with Fu Qingyan his own way, he wouldn’t have been able to easily get away afterward.

Zoa’s methods were too clever; he not only ensured Fu Qingyan had no chance of recovering but also kept Jia Qiao and Qian He completely clean, leaving no handle throughout the whole process.

Although Zoa acted like a ‘sycophantic dog’ seeking no reward, it was hard for Jia Qiao not to be moved and step on someone’s sincere devotion.

Jia Qiao: I have something I want to discuss with you.

Zhu Nanyu’s mood was somewhat subtle after reading the message.

His wife had grown up; he was finally no longer using people and then throwing them away.

But the problem was that Zhu Nanyu had set up Zoa as an ill-intentioned, morally weak, infatuated admirer of a widow.

If he continued to interact with Jia Qiao, the situation would be incredibly awkward.

How should he continue to act out this play?

“Hahahahahaha—!”

Lanner was thoroughly amused and burst into an unprecedented, wild laugh.

“As expected of CEO Zhu! You’re cuckolding yourself! The status of the legal spouse, the behavior of the mistress.”

After Fu Qingyan was taken away by the police for investigation, everyone at Rui Ke was nervous, and the incident of project snatching naturally came to nothing.

Lanner’s side, fearing any further complications, also showed the importance they placed on the cooperation. At the same time, out of sympathy for ‘someone who is going crazy missing his wife and should be allowed a glimpse,’ they specially held a contract signing press conference.

Finally, on the day of the press conference, the venue was packed inside and out with reporters, all eagerly anticipating Jia Qiao, the acting chairman of Qian He, whose popularity recently rivaled that of a top celebrity.

Netizens didn’t care about the result of the business war; they were simply obsessed with Jia Qiao’s beauty and focused on worshipping his face.

The only two existing video clips had already been watched repeatedly until they were worn out.

Major financial media outlets were ordered in a crisis to send their best photographers, carrying equipment snatched from their colleagues in the entertainment section, transforming themselves into Jia Qiao’s fan-site photographers, rubbing their hands together and vowing to capture a divine photo!

Fortunately, Jia Qiao’s beauty lived up to expectations, performing steadily.

Today was a formal occasion, and as the representative of Qian He Group, he naturally had to appear in formal attire.

A closely tailored black suit accentuated Jia Qiao’s shoulders, which were slightly broader than imagined, and his long, straight legs encased in black suit trousers made netizens sigh, ‘I can’t imagine how well Zhu Nanyu was fed.’

The dark hair, usually only tied at the ends near his waist, was rare today, styled in a high ponytail, giving him less softness and more austerity.

As Jia Qiao walked into the venue, reporters quickly raised their microphones to ask questions:

“Chairman Jia, what is your view on the series of scandals that have erupted at Rui Ke Group?”

Jia Qiao looked at the camera, his voice pure. “Qian He Group always operates in compliance, pays taxes according to the law, and welcomes everyone’s supervision.”

That’s a skillful hidden jab, worthy of the big winner in the business war.

What are they mumbling about? I was only focused on his face and didn’t hear a word.

A nearby reporter, monitoring public opinion, seized the chance to ask, “Chairman Jia, some netizens say Rui Ke’s downfall this time is related to Qian He. How do you respond to that?”

“I’m not sure,” Jia Qiao’s long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow. His beautiful eyes seemed veiled in mist. “Perhaps… Nanyu is watching over us.”

Which brain-dead reporter asked that question? Get him out! Can’t you see Jia Qiao’s eyes are red?

If he really were watching over us, CEO Zhu would definitely be spinning in a frenzy up in heaven when something happened to Jia Qiao, right?

Although it’s a top-tier tragic ending, this severed-head candy is so good to ship, boo hoo hoo.

One sharp-eyed reporter noticed that no matter what Jia Qiao said, the comment section always had a few old perverts obsessed with his looks, clamoring for Jia Qiao to show his face more often, with absurdly high like counts.

To grab the enormous potential traffic, he steeled his heart, raised his microphone high, and asked the question that could make him instantly famous.

“Nowadays, many entrepreneurs are actively endorsing their own companies everywhere. Mr. Jia Qiao, do you have any plans to register a social media account or start live streaming and take part in variety shows?”

His question was truly unexpected and caught Jia Qiao’s attention.

“Previously, a dating variety show did invite me,” Jia Qiao curved his lips into an extremely subtle, yet utterly captivating, arc. “The premise was quite interesting, but unfortunately… I’m not considering it at the moment.”