Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 318 Xuan’er

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Xuan’er

Lu Xining did not take his drink, walking over to the sofa right opposite the surveillance wall to sit down.

She jumped straight to the point and said, "Cheng Cang, if you are so capable, why do you need to cooperate with me?"

Even in Cheng Cang’s territory, her eyes showed no hint of panic.

The man did not care that she did not take the wineglass; he finished the drink originally meant for her, turned around, and sat back down in his previous spot, ready to answer her question.

"To be precise, this is not my ability."

He turned his head to look into Lu Xining’s eyes, his voice suddenly deepened, "It’s... yours."

Hearing Cheng Cang’s words, Lu Xining, who had not shown much emotional fluctuation earlier, was indeed piqued by his statement, her gaze landed on his face showing an expression of waiting for what he would say next.

"The Chu Family, one of the forces your grandfather left you."

Lu Xining’s pupils shrank slightly, her gaze also became more intense as she looked at him.

But Cheng Cang had not finished speaking.

His gaze never left Lu Xining’s face; seeing her respond briefly to the mention of "Chu Family" and then calm down, he lowered his eyes and put aside his uncommitted demeanor, turning serious as if reporting.

"Apart from here, there are Beicheng, Jingzhou, Hai City, Port City, Rongzhou... The specific list will be organized and given to you later."

If it were a common person, hearing about so much power and wealth left to them by their grandfather, they would undoubtedly feel overwhelmingly happy.

But Lu Xining only saw shadows creeping closer to her.

Real power, or just a probe to confuse?

She retained her skepticism internally.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted the conversation inside the room.

"Let’s have some food first, I’ve seen you haven’t eaten all night as you were immersed in the lab; I had some late-night snacks prepared."

The two people who came in pushing the dining cart acted quickly to set up the meal on the dining table and then left swiftly.

Forgetting to eat while focusing on work has always been Lu Xining’s habit.

In C country, Jing Zheng used to keep an eye on her, and back in the country, she typically had meals properly with her daughter.

Recently, she seldom reverted to her old work mode, which she was still unaccustomed to.

She indeed felt a bit hungry now.

Lu Xining said, "That’s very kind of you."

"Not at all, you should feel at home here; after all, these are things the Chu Family left for their own family."

Cheng Cang continually used the Chu Family to narrow the distance with Lu Xining.

And she realized it.

Facing his probe, Lu Xining always maintained a light smile, making it hard for others to read her true emotions.

Cheng Cang also wasn’t sure whether she believed him or not.

He continued to probe, "You don’t trust me?"

"Cheng Cang, the principle I always adhere to is: pies don’t just fall from the sky."

She gently blew on the seafood porridge in her bowl, looking up with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, stared into his eyes, and said, "Even if this pie was made by my grandfather."

Hearing Lu Xining say this, Cheng Cang instead breathed a sigh of relief.

If she had believed him from the start, he would have had to worry about whether she could be a qualified partner.

The two exchanged words sporadically.

The deeper they stuffed themselves, the more intense darkness gathered in Cheng Cang’s eyes.

Today, he chose to bring Lu Xining to his secret base to show the bargaining chips for cooperation, to increase the possibility of their partnership.

Facing the man’s subtle attention, Lu Xining calmly continued eating the seafood porridge in her bowl.

Unspoken, the chef’s skills here are quite commendable.

After finishing their late-night snack, Lu Xining stood in front of the transparent glass wall, her gaze lazy and haughty like a proud cat.

Looking at the several floors outside, each with different thematic layouts, she finally understood why so many people come to Yun City County every year to continuously work on poverty alleviation, yet never achieving any results.

...So this is where they all were.

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened as she spotted a man smoking in the corridor on the third floor, wearing a silver-black half-mask, exuding an air of unflappable calm.

As he exhaled plumes of smoke, it seemed he also noticed her gaze.

He looked in the direction of Lu Xining, but of course, he could never see her behind the glass.

Yet, the man still raised his hand and gestured in the direction of Lu Xining, as if he knew someone was watching him.

After dinner, Cheng Cang went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into clean clothes, planning to take Lu Xining home, but found his office empty.

After asking around, he learned that Lu Xining had gone downstairs to play.

She... playing?

Cheng Cang thoughtfully went to the spot where she had stood, the air still faintly carrying her scent of light flowers.

Turning around, he saw the table near the door; his own golden mask that hung on the wall was gone.

Beneath the auto repair shop hid a world dazzling with wealth.

Each floor hosted different forms of entertainment: casinos, clubs, fine wines, beauties, horse betting, billiards, etc., endless in variety.

This place is a hidden den of iniquity.

Just in a breath’s time, some individuals squander their fortunes, while others reap profits abundantly.

The cries mixed with intermittent laughter, coupled with the heavy beats of rock music, filled the faces of everyone here with madness.

At this moment, Lu Xining, wearing Cheng Cang’s golden mask, arrived on the floor where the man was just before.

"Open! Open! Open!"

"Lucky kid, you really have good luck, winning even with such tough odds, born with a golden spoon!"

The man being praised had a pile of winning chips beside him.

He had a lollipop in his mouth, the sweet scent of strawberry flavor dispersing the residual smell of tobacco on him.

"Oh, it’s just my luck tonight."

The man seemed to be dizzy with his good luck tonight, betting all his chips impulsively.

"This guy’s luck tonight is shining like it’s been blessed, everyone follow his bets, the success or failure is here in one go!"

"What if his luck runs out? I’ll bet half, I don’t want to go out naked later."

"Hahaha, fair point, but I like to stake it all, tonight I don’t believe I can’t turn the tables!"

Hearing the noisy discussions around him, a hint of coldness flashed in the man’s eyes.

His robust voice boomed here, laughing, "Come on, continue."

Just then, a faint elegant scent of flowers came from behind, the man paused slightly in his gesture of pushing chips forward then pulling his hand back.

Behind the silver-black mask, his narrow, cold eyes flickered with deep thought.

Lu Xining stood right behind him, watching the chips that were just pushed forward on the table, standing quietly behind the man.

While everyone’s attention was focused on the table, the man’s breathing decelerated, continually drawn to the fragrance behind him.

He seemed to casually pick up a lighter from the table, but actually used its sleek, bright surface to see the woman wearing a golden mask behind him.

Lu Xining did not miss his subtle movement.

From the moment she walked up to him and saw the same Xuan’er atop his head that Lu Nuonuo had, she didn’t need him to turn around to see his height and face; she already knew his identity.

At home, watching an animated film, Little Dumpling suddenly sneezed.

Touching the Xuan’er on top of his head, it suddenly felt chilly.