Limited-Time Attachment - Chapter 41

Zhong Hexuan had left. The young man quickly dealt with the two police officers who had come to inquire about the situation, then opened the ward door and stepped inside.

“Boss,” the young man said, stopping by the hospital bed.

“How is it?” Chen Shengrong asked.

“I brushed them off by saying we would contact the embassy,” the young man replied. “They’ve left for now.”

“Hmph,” Chen Shengrong snorted coldly. “Don’t worry about them. Those people are just trying to turn a big problem into a small one and then make it disappear. The Zhong family isn’t any good either, if it weren’t for… Heh. Daring to lay a hand on me. I’ll make that woman pay ten, a hundred times the price!”

The young man lowered his head: “Yes.”

Chen Shengrong’s expression softened slightly: “Can you find out who that woman is yet?”

The young man frowned and asked: “It’s a bit difficult. If the Zhong Corporation refuses to cooperate, we have very few contacts we can use domestically. It will take some time.”

While the two were plotting their malicious schemes in the ward, the corridor outside was empty. Lights shone on the polished tiles and the pale yellow small sofa.

The young man added: “One more thing, the police mentioned that the lady who attacked you is also a foreign national. That might make things a bit more troublesome.”

Chen Shengrong gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with crude arrogance and hatred: “I don’t care what nationality she is. Find someone immediately. I want her to regret this.”

The young man lowered his gaze, thought for a moment, and said: “In that case, should we avoid Miss Zhou’s attention? The two seem quite familiar, it might be a problem.”

At the mention of Zhou Jibai, Chen Shengrong’s eyes darkened: “It’s best to finalize the cooperation now and take Zhou Jibai away as soon as possible. As I suspected, that little wench is no saint. Walking around with that seductive look all day, who knows how many people she’s provoking.”

In the elevator hall at the end of the corridor, the red numbers above the door frame, which had been lingering on the ground floor, suddenly paused, then began to skip upward, climbing floor by floor toward Chen Shengrong’s room.

“The best move is to sign the trade agreement first. It doesn’t matter if there’s a marriage or not,” Chen Shengrong plotted, squinting at a corner of the bed with a sinister smile. “As long as we can take her away. That woman named Zhou only has the power to act arrogant here. Once she’s out of the country, won’t she just be at the mercy of others?”

A series of crisp, hard footsteps suddenly burst into the room. They sounded like hard-soled leather shoes. More than one person was coming, but the intervals between steps were spaced out, suggesting an easy, leisurely, and unhurried posture.

Chen Shengrong frowned instinctively.

With a click, the door handle turned.

The young man looked up in surprise.

The ward door opened, and a man in a stiff suit with an expressionless face appeared at the doorway. He swept a cold glance inside. After spotting Chen Shengrong, he lowered his eyes and took half a step back, revealing a tall young woman behind him wearing denim clothes.

Song Ming had one hand in her pocket. With a look of disdain and a half-smile, she sized Chen Shengrong up: “Oh? Your face is quite a mess, isn’t it?”

Chen Shengrong’s expression changed. His previous malice was tucked away, replaced by a face so dark it looked like it could drip ink.

The young man frowned and tried to stop her: “Miss, if you have something to say, please contact us through the police. Our boss does not accept…”

Song Ming raised a hand, cutting him off: “You, get out.”

The young man froze, frowning in disbelief: “What?”

“Sir,” the man behind Song Ming, who possessed a fierce aura like a bodyguard, spoke up. “Please step outside for a moment. My boss has matters to discuss with Mr. Chen.”

The young man’s eyes widened: “You!”

“You go out first,” Chen Shengrong spoke up, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes as he looked at Song Ming.

The young man looked at his boss in surprise, but Chen Shengrong gave him a cold, upward glance.

The two exchanged a look. The defiance on the young man’s face vanished, and he lowered his head, quietly retreating.

Song Ming ignored the exchange, leisurely walked into the room, and sat on the small sofa by the window. She casually tossed a document folder onto the small round table nearby: “You’ve trained your people well.”

Chen Shengrong frowned, looking Song Ming up and down critically: “Who exactly are you?”

Song Ming’s hand paused as she reached for a cigarette. She looked up at him, let out a soft laugh as if she’d heard something ridiculous, and pushed up her sleeve to reveal a wide-strapped watch on her wrist: “It’s been… three hours since I made my move in that restaurant.”

Song Ming lowered her hand, took a cigarette from the case, and put it in her mouth: “Three hours, and you haven’t managed to find out who I am?”

She looked at Chen Shengrong with a trace of incomprehensible amusement, cranking the mockery to the maximum.

Chen Shengrong’s eyes twitched, and he could no longer maintain his critical facade. “I don’t have time to investigate some insignificant nobody. I advise you to stop putting on an act. I’m telling you, you can’t afford the price for touching me! Even if you beg for mercy now, it’s too late. I’ll make your whole family regret this!”

Make her whole family regret it? Song Ming paused, thinking of the unpredictable Song Zhongtian who held the power of the Song family, and those two idiot young masters. She flicked her lighter and lit the cigarette: “Well, that would be wonderful.”

Chen Shengrong froze, squinting as he studied her.

Song Ming puffed out a cloud of smoke and casually threw the document folder onto Chen Shengrong’s bed: “Before you make me regret anything, you might want to look at these first.”

Chen Shengrong didn’t even touch the folder: “Don’t try to play tricks. No one can guarantee what will happen to you once you walk out that door.”

Song Ming frowned at him, shrugged, and sat back into the sofa: “Fine. You have two mines located in G City of Country F and on an island within Country F’s borders. Most of your past transactions were in partnership with Shengmao International Group, using Wuyun shipping. Last month’s actual transaction volume was 500,000 tons, correct?”

Chen Shengrong’s face changed instantly. He looked at Song Ming with suspicion and alarm, then grabbed the folder and tore it open.

The folder contained a thick stack of printed documents. Chen Shengrong dumped them out and flipped through them hastily. He suddenly crumpled the papers into a ball, looking at Song Ming with eyes nearly bursting with rage: “Where did you get the topographical maps of my mines?!”

Before Song Ming could answer, Chen Shengrong’s secretary rushed back in.

The ward door was thrown open. The young man burst in: “Boss! That woman is… she’s…”

The young man saw Song Ming, and his voice died in his throat.

“It’s fine, keep talking,” Song Ming said with a good-natured smile.

Chen Shengrong: “Speak!”

“She’s one of the investors in Wuyun…” the young man said.

Chen Shengrong was stunned. He looked down at the maps in his hand and muttered: “How is that possible?! She’s so young, an investor in Wuyun?”

Song Ming glanced toward the door. The man who had followed her in stepped into the room with practiced discipline and skillfully hauled Chen Shengrong’s secretary away.

The door shut with a “bang,” leaving only Song Ming and Chen Shengrong in the ward again.

“Let’s not talk about that for now,” Song Ming stood up, slowly walked to the side of Chen Shengrong’s bed, and lightly pressed her hand down on one of the maps. “Your industries are all in Southeast Asia, right? But it seems mine are not.”

Chen Shengrong froze. The roles of threatener and victim had silently flipped. A chill ran down his spine; he felt the long-forgotten sensation of being stared down by a venomous snake.

“Don’t be nervous,” Song Ming looked down at him, her grey-green eyes cold and indifferent. “I didn’t come for anything special today, just to let you know: Zhou Jibai is my person.

Don’t go getting ideas. Just focus on making your money peacefully. If you harbor any thoughts you shouldn’t have… I’ll make it so there is ‘no such person’ as you in Southeast Asia.”