I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar Chapter 90 – Chapter 90: I'll Wait for You

Chapter 90: I'll Wait for You

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Feng Jian had just pounced over when Liu Chun stopped her. Liu Chun grabbed her arm impatiently. “Cousin-in-law told us to apologize. If you don't do as he says, he'll throw me back in the police station. Feng Jian, I don't care what grudge you have with Xing Shu, but you have to cooperate with me to end this matter. Otherwise, I won't let you off.”

Compared to Feng Jian, Liu Chun was more rational. She looked at Xing Shu with deep disdain in her eyes. After this matter was over, she could take revenge on Xing Shu however she wanted. But, she could not be willful now— Nie Heng would not allow others to disobey him.

Liu Chun took a deep breath and looked at Xing Shu. “I'm not familiar with you. It was Feng Jian who hated you, so I gave that hooligan a million yuan to give you the works. Unfortunately, he was an imbecile and let you escape.”

Liu Chun had seen Xing Shu before, but only from afar. Now that she was up close, she saw how stunning her face was. No wonder Feng Jian wanted to disfigure her.

Xing Shu sneered and put down the empty cup. “Why does Feng Jian hate me?” Whether it was in the company or now, Feng Jian's hatred was too obvious, but she had never interacted with her.

Liu Chun snorted and looked at Xing Shu with even more disdain. “Everyone in our chat group hates you. We know all the evil things you've done since you were young. It's not enough that you have Cheng Xingyang. You even seduced another man. Not only that, but you also deliberately seduced Cheng Lang. Feng Jian has a crush on Cheng Lang for a long time. Don't you think she should hate you?”

So it was because of Cheng Lang… Xing Shu raised her eyebrows and caught another key point—chat group. She had heard from Jiang Yao that the socialites in the Beijing social circle had many cliques and chat groups.

Whichever chat group Xing Linlin was in, everyone in there could not stand Xing Shu. This was all due to Xing Linlin's perpetual faux naif persona and smearing of Xing Shu's reputation.

Xing Shu found it funny, but it was not a slander really—she had indeed seduced Cheng Lang. She looked at Feng Jian. Feng Jian's eyes were still filled with hatred, and wanted to kill her.

The corners of Xing Shu's lips curled up. “So you came to Cheng Corporation Group for President Cheng. Congratulations, you've been fired from the M&A Department.”

Feng Jian said in disbelief. “What? Say that again?”

Xing Shu said, “You're fired. You endangered your superior for personal matters. Isn't this reason enough to fire you?” Xing Shu's tone was indifferent. Seeing Feng Jian's face turn red from anger, she felt much better.

Feng Jian was indignant. “You want to fire me? Does President Cheng know that you're abusing your power?”

Xing Shu glanced in the direction of the bedroom. He did not knowpreviously, but he should know now?

Cheng Lang heard the commotion from the bedroom. He was about to leave when his cell phone rang. It was Jin Mo. “Cheng Lang, Jin Yue is coming back tonight. We're going to kill the fatted calf. Are you coming?”

Sunset Bar was the favorite place of the rich in Beijing. It was very private, and the clientele was very privileged. Most of the social gatherings in the Beijing social circle were held here.

Jin MO glanced at his sister—Jin Yue—who was sitting opposite him. She looked calm, but she was in fact so nervous that her body was stiff. He chuckled and shook his head. It was true that it was hard to cage a girl who has come of age.

Cheng Lang replied, “Some other time. I'm busy.”

Jin MO had turned on the speakerphone, so Jin Yue heard what he said. She could not help but interrupt, “I only have a few days off before I have to return.

Cheng Lang, we haven't seen each other in a long time.”

Everyone in Beijing knew that Jin Yue and Cheng Lang had almost gotten engaged. It was just that Jin Yue's pride was too strong at that time, and she was afraid that Cheng Lang would reject her, so she rejected the engagement first. Now, she regretted it very much. If she had agreed back then, Cheng Lang might have agreed to this marriage on account of Old Master Cheng. She lowered her head and touched the Buddhist bracelet on her wrist—it was cold.

At the thought of a similar bracelet on his wrist, her heart instantly softened. “If you really can't leave, I can look for you.”

It would be too hurtful for Cheng Lang to refuse Jin Yue's fervent accommodation. He frowned and agreed—on account of Jin Mo. “Tomorrow night.”

Jin Yue heaved a sigh of relief and felt a sense of sweetness. She said, “Alright, I'll wait for you.”

After ending the call, Jin MO looked at Jin Yue with a smile.. “Since you're going to speak, why don't you call him yourself? Why do you have to go through me?”

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