novelraw Chapter 118 : King vs King
Chapter 118 : King vs King
Chapter 118: King vs King
Outside the company building, a taxi stopped, and a man and a woman stepped out. They were none other than Liu Rushuang and Lin Mo.
“Good thing you’re not my secretary, otherwise with your scatterbrained personality, I would’ve fired you long ago.”
Liu Rushuang got out of the car, shot Lin Mo a sidelong glance, and said with a smile.
Ever since she had started handling her family’s business, she had always traveled with a driver. She hardly ever drove herself.
After all, arranging the boss’s schedule was the most basic responsibility of any secretary. The more capable ones handled much more—everything from dealing with people to even assisting the boss in managing work.
Secretaries in companies were one thing, but those who worked within the system for government leaders were all sharp as knives. Not only were they highly capable, but most importantly, their IQ and EQ were both very high. Don’t underestimate them just because they were “secretaries.” By the time their leader retired, they were guaranteed to have a bright future.
Hearing this, Lin Mo sneered and retorted: “You only made it here because you were with me. If it were just you, that lady driver earlier might not have even picked you up.”
“Why wouldn’t she pick me up if I hailed the taxi?” Liu Rushuang looked confused.
Lin Mo clicked his tongue and explained: “Because you’re a woman. Don’t you know that nowadays female drivers don’t even want to pick up female passengers?
After all, if they were attacked, they might end up helpless—just like a man.”
Liu Rushuang:
By the time Lin Mo and Liu Rushuang arrived at the office, Miss Yuan had already been lying on the sofa for quite a while, completely absorbed in her game.
“Hey, why are you two only just getting here? Ever heard of punctuality?” Miss Yuan rolled her eyes as she saw them enter and complained.
Liu Rushuang walked over to the cabinet, took out a tin can, and laughed: “I’m the boss now, why would I care about punctuality? Have you ever seen a boss who clocks in and out on time every day?
Xiao Mo, you’re good at brewing tea. Make a pot. This is some top-grade Longjing tea Yuanyuan stole from her dad. Perfect for me right now, since your big sister here’s been feeling a little overheated lately!”
Hearing this, Lin Mo subconsciously sized Liu Rushuang up from head to toe.
“What is it?”
“Ahem… nothing. I’ll go brew it right now.” Lin Mo hurriedly took the tea leaves and went to make the tea.
He couldn’t help it—whenever he heard something like that, he always thought of Liang Kun.
“And you? Why’d you come in so early? That’s not really your style, is it?” Liu Rushuang looked at Yuan Meng, puzzled at how such a slacker could suddenly turn up diligently for work.
“Nonsense. I’m the sales champion, okay? A model employee. If you don’t give me a year-end bonus, I’ll quit!”
The moment someone slandered her, Miss Yuan immediately exploded.
Did they even understand what sales was? As long as she produced results, what did it matter what time she showed up—or even if she showed up?
Meanwhile, Lin Mo, who was brewing tea, couldn’t help but shake his head and smile bitterly at her response. She wasn’t dedicated to her work at all—she was only here because the company was entertaining.
As for the entertainment itself, Zhang Wei had long since started his daily grind at his desk.
As the saying went: cows moo and horses neigh, cows and horses all must toil. Joking was one thing, but never being late was another.
Playing was one thing, joking was another—but full attendance was a must. Whether romance bloomed or not, having money to spend was what mattered most.
Soon, the office was filled with the rich fragrance of tea, and Miss Yuan eagerly joined them.
Liu Rushuang simply wanted to ease the discomfort of her period with some hot tea.
As they drank, Secretary Xiao Tian came in with today’s documents for General Manager Liu, thoughtfully setting down fresh fruit for the three of them as well.
After two cups, Lin Mo found it boring. He told the two women he was going to take a walk and asked Liu Rushuang to call him if anything came up.
After Lin Mo left, Liu Rushuang suddenly smirked playfully and said: “I just heard yesterday—someone’s being pressured to get married?”
Hearing this, Miss Yuan’s little face instantly collapsed: “Don’t mention it! My idiot cousin caused a scene that day—it was so embarrassing. Now my parents are about to head to my grandparents’ place to talk it over.”
Since the families were close, it meant they were in the same circle. And once you reached a certain level, circles weren’t that big. If something happened, word was bound to spread.
“See? I’ve always said women need to have their own careers. Otherwise, any Tom, Dick, or Harry would dare to come after you.” Liu Rushuang shook her head with a smile.
Sure, men married when they came of age, and women married when they came of age. But with a career came confidence. Among her relatives, who would dare to nag her? She didn’t even need to speak—others would step up for her.
Even if they did try to arrange a match, they had to weigh the other person carefully. Some rich second-generation heir with nothing to his name wouldn’t even be worth mentioning to her.
Even if he was capable, if his looks were lacking, no one would dare introduce him to her either. Otherwise, getting shot down would be too humiliating.
This wasn’t new—back in college, her parents’ friends and relatives had tried such things. But she had always cursed them out.
After she got involved in the family business, her personality became even more assertive, and those people wouldn’t dare anymore.
Miss Yuan, while also hot-tempered, hadn’t involved herself in her family company. Plus, with an elder brother above her, she came across as someone easier to manipulate.
“This has nothing to do with that. I just happened to run into an idiot. If it wasn’t my own house, I’d have flipped the table. What the hell was that meal for!”
Miss Yuan disagreed with Liu Rushuang’s view. She believed it was about people, not whether she had a career.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo went to his old workplace to catch up with Brother Wang.
“Hey, this is rare. In all my years of working, you’re the first one I’ve seen who keeps coming back after leaving the company.”
Inside the company restroom, Old Wang spoke as he handed Lin Mo a cigarette.
“I don’t smoke, Brother Wang. You forgot again?” Lin Mo waved his hand.
Old Wang: “Ah, habit. Always feels weird not to smoke in the restroom.”
Lin Mo didn’t smoke, so he didn’t know whether Old Wang was serious or not.
“Tell me the truth—are you really involved with our General Manager Liu?” Old Wang asked curiously.
After all, ever since General Manager Liu had arrived, Lin Mo had often been seen with her. Even Dong Dawei was now stuck doing grunt work at his desk.
And even after quitting, Lin Mo still came back often. That was rare. Someone even told Old Wang that Lin Mo had been back these past two days. He hadn’t believed it—until Lin Mo appeared.
“Sort of. We do talk.” Lin Mo nodded, admitting it.
Denying it was pointless. They’d been living together and coming to work together. People were bound to notice—it was impossible to hide. Better to admit it openly. Besides, he no longer worked there.
“Really? You sly dog! Working here all this time without letting a word slip.” Old Wang gave him a thumbs-up.
If he had that connection, he’d have flaunted it already. He wouldn’t have let Dong Fatty treat him like crap.
Lin Mo sighed without replying. Did Old Wang think he didn’t want to? If he’d had that relationship, he’d have cursed Dong Fatty out already. And in the first few months, Liu Rushuang hadn’t even been there, and he didn’t know Manager Yang—of course there hadn’t been any rumors.
“Alright, I’ll find you a computer later. The internet’s super fast. Leave it to me.” Old Wang exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned.
Lin Mo: “Thanks, Brother Wang.”
“No need to be polite.”
After Old Wang finished smoking, they headed back.
Old Wang found him a vacant seat in the corner, with a computer on the desk.
“Here. I usually use this one myself. No company systems or software installed—just games. You play here, I’ll head back.” Old Wang patted his shoulder and left.
Lin Mo nodded in gratitude. After Old Wang left, he quickly opened the stock trading page to check the situation.
Sitting idly in the office was one thing. But now, when he was dealing in hundreds of thousands each day, how could he sit still? Better to keep an eye on the market.
Even though he was confident, he still couldn’t resist checking, worried something might go wrong. Luckily, when he pulled it up, the stock he had purchased was steadily rising. The increase wasn’t huge, but that was fine—his income was stable.
Meanwhile, beneath the girls’ dorm at the university, Wang Chu was red-faced and straining as he carried several massive woven bags and suitcases.
“Thanks for your hard work!”
At that moment, Class Monitor Wang Jing and her roommate He Xiaoyue came out.
Wang Jing handed him a cold bottle of water as she spoke.
Wang Chu gulped down half the bottle in one go before saying: “Oh, my dear Class Monitor, I know I said that yesterday, but you can’t really treat me like a beast of burden!
You only called me for all this? And what did you pack in these boxes—cement? My back almost gave out!”
Anyone who’d ever seen a girl’s suitcase knew the pain—it brought tears to the eyes. No one knew how they managed to carry them themselves.
For guys, a suitcase was just for convenience.
For girls, it was purely for storage. Carrying it was never their concern. All that mattered was whether it could fit everything.
Which led to the amusing phenomenon: guys’ suitcases were relatively small, while girls’ were always massive.
“Come on, you’re strong. I can’t exactly ask Li Chuan, can I? With his scrawny chicken frame, I’d be afraid the suitcase would crush him to death.” Wang Jing laughed.
Hearing this, Wang Chu’s vanity swelled: “You’ve got good eyes. With these muscles, carrying two suitcases is nothing. How many more?”
“That’s it. I’ve contacted the movers—they’ll be here soon. Xiaoyue, stay here and wait. I’ll take our big hero for a break.” Wang Jing said to her roommate.
He Xiaoyue nodded: “No problem. You two go ahead. Thanks for the help, Handsome Wang. Really appreciate it!”
“Hehe, it’s nothing!” Wang Chu scratched his head sheepishly.
“Nothing, my ass. Come on—are we eating or not?” Wang Jing smacked him and dragged him away.
He Xiaoyue watched them go, giving Wang Jing a cheering fist and an auntie smile.
Wang Jing only walked faster.
“Hey, by the way, why’s your dorm moving so much stuff?”
As they walked, Wang Chu asked.
“Half of it is things we don’t need anymore—we’re sending them home to make room for new clothes since the season’s changing.”
“And the other half?”
At this, Wang Jing stopped and looked straight into Wang Chu’s eyes: “The other half? Your goddess’s stuff. She moved out.”
“Moved out? Why?”
“Why do you think? With everything that happened, blowing up all over the place, I even saw posts about it on Douyin yesterday. I heard the police came by to ask questions. She was afraid of being gossiped about at school, so she moved out and asked me to help pack.” Wang Jing spoke casually, but secretly watched Wang Chu’s reaction.
Even though Lin Mo had said he’d given up, she still wanted to confirm it for herself.
“I see. Moving out’s good too.” Wang Chu nodded, showing little expression.
Wang Jing pressed further: “When you carried your goddess’s luggage just now, didn’t you feel anything?”
“What would I feel? I sympathize with her, sure, but I’m glad I pulled back early. Thankfully Mazu shattered my filter for her.
You don’t get it. I used to think she was really pretty. But ever since last time, when I saw her again, she suddenly seemed so… ordinary.” Wang Chu said seriously.
Hearing this, Wang Jing’s lips curled into a faint smile: “She was always like that. If she hadn’t been chasing after Lin Mo this time, without paying you any attention, you’d still have that filter on.”
“Impossible. Absolutely impossible. No matter how much I like a girl, if she’s keeping fish or being ambiguous with multiple guys, I’ll wake up immediately. I can’t tolerate that at all.” Wang Chu shook his head. He might not be the smartest, but he refused to be a simp.
Clearly, Zhao Tingting’s behavior had crossed his bottom line. Especially when he found out she had sold off the gold Zhou Yong gave her—that was when the filter completely shattered.
Wang Jing smirked: “What if it were Liu Yifei?”
Wang Chu: “Liu Yifei is acceptable.”
Wang Jing: “Get lost~”