Deliberately Approaching
Chapter 158: Old Man Cui’s Surname is Wang!

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Old Man Cui’s Surname is Wang!

"Tangtang!"

Leng Lingxiao was frantic. After shouting out loud, he immediately lay prone on the bar, his eyes fixedly looking downward.

Staff: "?"

"Tangtang..."

Another call, his voice drawn out for a long stretch.

Just as Leng Lingxiao was about to give into complete despair and ready to trigger the emergency switch, Tang Xiaowan’s shout pierced the sky, lighting up the entire starry night.

The man, with reddened eyes, laughed.

"Hey, little rascal, you scared me to death!"

"Boss, what’s this..."

The well-known investor, an industry giant, was sprawled out on a bar, shouting for a girl as beautiful as a flower. If this got out, it would certainly be explosive!

Leng Lingxiao swiftly got up, back to his usual composure.

"Let’s end today’s matter here."

The staff nodded vigorously: "Don’t worry, boss, I didn’t see anything."

Leng Lingxiao: "..."

Fortunately, there were no onlookers, so his reputation was temporarily preserved.

He knew Tang Xiaowan didn’t have heart disease, didn’t have high blood pressure, and knew she was braver than most girls, but he just couldn’t settle his nerves, afraid that an accident might occur.

During this time, Tang Xiaowan experienced tension, fear, and unease, which then all released completely in her roar of relief.

Gradually, her happiness reached a peak, her heart beating uncontrollably, and the constant thrill gave her a new appreciation for life.

...

Twenty minutes later, at the parking lot.

"I want a little tool, something small."

These were the second words Tang Xiaowan said upon waking up, and Leng Lingxiao felt greatly relieved.

His unease during the trip finally subsided.

He just feared that Tang Xiaowan was still dwelling on the fact that her grandmother had left without saying goodbye.

After all, he was also involved.

"Something that can peel carrots?"

Tang Xiaowan nodded, the corners of her mouth slightly curving.

Just who was Leng Lingxiao?

He had watched Tang Xiaowan grow up; a single word, even just a look in her eyes, and he could almost always guess what she was thinking with high accuracy.

The carrot peeling was just a joke.

"Get in the car, I’ll take you to meet a friend, I reckon he can satisfy what you’re looking for."

"Wow, thank you so much, what a hassle!"

Her radiant smile blossomed in an instant, and Leng Lingxiao playfully teased, "Hey, you’re being so polite with me, do you have a little scheme going on?"

"I didn’t bring any money, and I forgot my phone too."

"Oh, so that’s it, I was wondering!"

...

Half an hour later, they arrived at a high-end bar located in the city center.

It was large and luxurious.

Men and women, all dressed up and brimming with energy, milled about, leaving Tang Xiaowan rather overwhelmed at the sight.

Leng Lingxiao didn’t take her to a private room, although everything was prepared there.

At this moment, the atmosphere at a booth seemed more appropriate.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yeah, I love it. There are people dancing, singing, flowers everywhere, so beautiful! Look, there, and over there too, wow, the owner must really like flowers, the decor is so pretty!"

"Are you doing an ’Old Wang sells melons’?"

He laughed heartily, but Tang Xiaowan was completely confused, not understanding at all.

"What do you mean, ’Old Wang sells melons’?"

"Oh, never mind, never mind, let’s have a drink first to wet the whistle."

As he spoke, a pink glass was picked up.

Leng Lingxiao drank nearly half the glass in one gulp, while Tang Xiaowan just held hers, tilting her head to ask, "This friend you mentioned...why haven’t they arrived yet? Are they a man or a woman? Easy to talk to?"

"Don’t worry, you’ll find out in a bit."

"Psh, what are you being so secretive about?"

"No, no, just... Oh, look, he’s already here, towards the fish tank direction."

Following Leng Lingxiao’s gaze, Tang Xiaowan was so shocked that the watermelon juice she was about to drink almost sprayed out.

"Old Man Cui?"

She saw an elder dressed in elegant and dignified attire, strolling over, toying with a pair of glossy walnuts in his hand.

His hair was peppered with white but still neatly trimmed.

Leng Lingxiao glanced at Tang Xiaowan and then cleared his throat lightly.

"Oh, no, it’s grandfather."

"He’s Huang City’s richest man, Wang Jinhui."

"Wang... Jinhui?"

Leng Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, "What’s the matter?"

"Oh, nothing, just that he’s a tycoon, pretty impressive, haha."

Her laughter masked her surprise.

Tang Xiaowan’s memories immediately flashed back to the end of August, just before school started.

Cui’s Knife Shop.

Creased cotton clothes, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, one foot on a long stool, the sound of sharpening knives hissing, with a large yellow dog lying beside him.

Tang Xiaowan found it hard to connect such an old man with the tycoon of Huang City before her.

Wang Jinhui? A man with the surname Wang, but nicknamed Old Man Cui?

Could it be that he enjoyed role-playing and didn’t want to be recognized, so he even changed his name?

Wealthy people really are different; they know how to have fun!

That’s what Tang Xiaowan teased in her mind, but Wang Jinhui had already approached, chin slightly raised, looking very haughty and clearly not someone easy to provoke.

At the same time, a bottle of foreign wine was delivered by the waiter, along with two square cups.

"Brother Leng, is this the girl?"

Wang Jinhui’s gaze shifted, firmly settling on Tang Xiaowan’s puzzled face.

Tang Xiaowan: "..."

Are you kidding me? Don’t you remember me?

"Yes, from Mei Garden, Tang Xiaowan." Leng Lingxiao replied with a smile.

Hearing the name, Wang Jinhui’s eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Oh, it’s Tang Mei’s granddaughter, I see. I mean, how could a young lady like... like such things. It doesn’t seem right!"

"It’s all on you, then, Brother Wang."

Brother Wang, Brother Leng, what’s with the kinship titles!

I should be calling you grandfather, and you guys are all brothers; am I not at a huge loss here?

No way, nice try, hmph!

Indeed, the kinship titles are a bit confusing here!

Leng Lingxiao is 30 years old, Wang Jinhui 65, and Tang Xiaowan the youngest at only 20.

The age gap between the three of them is quite significant.

While Tang Xiaowan was still pondering over the mess of seniority, Wang Jinhui suddenly turned to her, bending at the waist: "Little sister, knives aren’t fun, they’re pretty boring. How about we pick something else?"

His attitude had done a complete 180, as if he was a whole new person.

What’s with this, little sister?

The old man sure is sly, afraid I’ll reveal his identity, right?

Relax, relax, I’m not that kind of person. Just make the thing for me, and we’ll be good.

Tang Xiaowan blinked her eyes and responded with a cheery smile: "Big brother, please, I just want a little knife to play with, preferably a folding one, otherwise it’s not convenient to carry around."

"Sure, no problem."

Wang Jinhui was amused by Tang Xiaowan’s address, patting Leng Lingxiao on the shoulder several times, his face showing a smug expression.

Soon after, the three of them took their seats in turn.

Leng Lingxiao: "?"

Kid, to get your knife you’ve even resorted to calling someone ’big brother,’ and he’s an old geezer at that!

For more than a decade, when have you ever called me that?

Later, you’re walking back by yourself; you’re not sitting in my car, it’s infuriating!

Just as Leng Lingxiao was irritably about to open the bottle of foreign wine, Tang Xiaowan’s very sweet voice rang out in his ears.

"Brother Leng, no more watermelon juice!"