The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 90 - 88: Retrofit

Chapter 90: Chapter 88: Retrofit

Sheng Yuan’s smile carried a hint of seriousness, "Of course."

Lu Chen gave him a glance and left with Su Mo.

Zhao Changsheng flipped Sheng Yuan the middle finger as he followed them out, while Li Qian offered an apologetic smile, saying, "We hope the tools will be more complete; we need to modify the car."

After making his request, he also left with Su Niang.

Sheng Yuan sat in the chair for a while before suddenly saying to the woman cowering in the corner, "Jingjing, come here."

She obediently got up from the ground and carefully sat in his embrace, her voice ingratiating, "Brother Sheng~."

His slender eyes fixed upon her, a wicked smile curling up at the corner of his lips, "How about the man just now?"

"He’s not as good as Brother Sheng," the woman said indignantly, her red lips moving closer to him.

Sheng Yuan suddenly pushed her away and stood up, his eyes reflecting machinations beyond his years, "He is a strong one. If you can win him over, having him join us will provide better assurance when we go to B City."

The woman sat on the ground, her mind quickly at work.

"Jingjing, you’ll satisfy all my desires, won’t you?" He crouched in front of her, lifting her chin and pinching her face with his fingers.

"Of course," Jingjing’s soft, boneless hands wrapped around his neck. If it was that strong and handsome man, she couldn’t ask for more.

"Go find second brother and the others, help them modify the car," Sheng Yuan ordered, settling back into his chair.

"Do it according to their requirements?" Jingjing asked.

"Mm."

Su Mo followed Lu Chen back to the open space outside, finding the dim atmosphere and the mix of sweat and decay from those people quite unbearable.

Zhao Changsheng was idly pacing around the site, while Li Qian walked up to them, supporting Su Niang.

Before long, Jingjing came out, swaying her hips, followed by five burly men carrying various tools.

"Brother Lu, you can use these men however you like; they are all experts in car modification," the woman said, tossing her long front hair back, pulling down her neckline to reveal much of her ample cleavage, and stepping closer to him.

Before she reached him, Jianxiong’s mountain-like figure blocked her path, his voice rough, "Have them follow me, and you, useless woman, stay out of the way."

Jingjing was so frightened by his stature that she stopped in her tracks, missing the chance to throw flirtatious glances at Lu Chen as she was shooed to the side.

Su Mo poked the man beside her, nodding toward Jianxiong, who was in conversation, and said, "Do you think Jianxiong dislikes women? He acts as if he’s blind to all these sexy girls."

With Zhao Changsheng in front and that woman showing off so much skin, he was still unfazed and even looked disgusted.

Lu Chen flicked her forehead with his finger, his stoic face showing a hint of exasperation, "Is that what you’re concerned about?"

Su Mo covered her forehead, glaring at him resentfully, "Don’t think just because you’re good-looking, I’ll tolerate your actions."

"Do whatever I want?" His eyes narrowed, he bent down and bit her earlobe in front of everyone, whispering softly beside her ear, "Is that so?"

Su Mo froze, as if she heard the sound of a volcano erupting from the top of her head.

He seemed quite pleased with her flushed face.

"Damn it, smelly man!" Zhao Changsheng turned around to such a scene, her face nearly turning red with anger, "Try biting Su Mo like that and see!"

As if declaring his territory, Lu Chen wrapped his arm around Su Mo, slightly lifting his chin, a cold gaze flickered in his eyes.

Zhao Changsheng was certain she saw a challenge in his eyes, but Momo didn’t like her, so what could she do? Her eyes darkened, and she felt unhappy again.

Su Niang had been standing next to Li Qian, smiling so widely she couldn’t close her mouth.

"That girl, Su Mo, is really amusing," she said.

"Isn’t that the truth?"

"Boss, come take a look," Jianxiong called out to Lu Chen and company by the car.

He led the daydreaming Su Mo over.

"We’ll add a bumper plate to the front, and put some metal spikes on top," Jianxiong kicked the half-hanging bumper: "This thing can’t take a hit anymore."

Lu Chen had no objections: "Take out the trunk, and put up the window protective grilles."

At this point, the burly men arranged to repair the car spoke up.

"We can’t finish this in one day; those protective grilles have to be welded on the spot."

"The front of the car is so damaged, it’ll take quite some time to fix."

"How soon can you do it?" Jianxiong scratched his head, feeling irritated.

"Three days."

Su Mo finally snapped out of her trance: "Are we going to waste three days here?"

"Even at the fastest, it’ll take three days to weld everything," the men said in a tone that brooked no negotiation.

"Then it’s three days," the man declared firmly.

"Lu Chen, doesn’t that mean we’ll have to spend the night here?" She lifted her head to ask the man beside her.

"Mhm," the man nodded.

Su Mo heaved a sigh, resigning herself to the loss of shrimp.

Jianxiong tossed the car keys to the leader of those five, and since they had to stay overnight, it was Jingjing who arranged their accommodations.

They were led into the factory, walking past groups of people sitting on the floor and moving towards the interior, which was dark, damp, and stuffy.

"Brother Lu, we don’t have any rooms here, so you’ll have to make do and sleep in the factory with the brothers," Jingjing said.

She walked in front of the group and turned her head to throw a coquettish glance at Lu Chen: "If Brother Lu isn’t comfortable, come find Jingjing anytime."

She was blatantly hitting on her man, wasn’t she? Su Mo’s mouth twisted down, and she kicked at Jingjing’s swaying bottom.

Unprepared, Jingjing fell face-first to the ground, a noticeable white footprint stamped on her butt: "Ouch!"

"Oh no," Su Mo covered her mouth and quickly stepped forward to grab her shoulder: "Are you okay, are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Jingjing scrambled up, pulled up from the ground by her, nearly breaking her shoulder from the force.

Just as she regained her footing, she suddenly felt a chill.

Her dress zipper had come undone, and her skirt fell to the floor, with Su Mo holding two broken straps in her hand.

Whistles and gasps filled the factory.

Su Mo dropped the straps on the ground, stepped back to Lu Chen, tiptoed, and covered his eyes, complaining: "Her figure is too good, you’re not allowed to look."

The man’s lips curled into an amused smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Ultimately, Jingjing fled in complete loss of face, wrapping herself in tattered fabric, weeping and sneaking a glance at Lu Chen.

His gaze, however, didn’t linger on her for even a second.

"Sister, you’re fierce, dealing with people like a pro," Jianxiong gave her a thumbs-up.

"Flattered, flattered," Su Mo replied with a beaming smile.

After Jingjing was chased away, their guide became a balding, skinny man.

They were placed at the very back of the factory, in a small area cordoned off with tattered cloth...