CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 164 LIANG ZIXUAN SEEKS OUT LU QIANWEN_2

"Hmm? Found a partner?"

"No, it’s just Mr. Lu..."

Hearing her say this, Shen Yanchen raised his eyebrows with satisfaction and asked, "What does he want from you?"

"He said it’s Yinyin’s birthday today... so he asked me to have lunch with him."

"Oh? Are you very familiar with him? You just went."

Gu Qimiao suddenly felt like she was being scolded by her class teacher.

"He’s a man, no matter how pitiable, he’s still a man. What if he’s pretending to be pitiful to trick you? He didn’t do anything this time, but who knows about next time."

Gu Qimiao immediately said, "There won’t be a next time..."

Indeed, she didn’t know much about Lu Jinxin. What if he was in cahoots with Lu Qianwen?

Shen Yanchen nodded with satisfaction, "Hmm." He then asked, "Is the injury on your hand better?" He was referring to the last time she was cut by glass.

Gu Qimiao nodded, and he suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and looked at her palm. It seemed she had been obedient; it had already scabbed over. The various scars looked quite heartbreaking, especially since she had to use her hand to draw.

"...And you?" Her gaze fell on his right arm.

Shen Yanchen pretended to move his arm slightly and said with a bit of a frown, "It still hurts a bit, but it’s much better. You go on and get busy."

Gu Qimiao walked a few steps, then suddenly remembered something and turned back, "I might not be able to come over until the afternoon tomorrow."

"What’s up?"

"I promised Teacher Fang to assist him at school." She thought Shen Yanchen wouldn’t return so soon, so she agreed, thinking it’d be boring alone and it had been a long time since she’d been to school with Teacher Fang.

Shen Yanchen hesitated for two seconds, then nodded, "Okay, then don’t worry about coming in the afternoon. Call me when you’re done, and I’ll pick you up. I need to run some errands."

"...Oh."

In the quiet, secluded corner of a café, soft music played.

A woman looked at the signboard in front of the store, then walked in.

The woman wore a bodycon dress and red high heels. Taking off her sunglasses, her heavily made-up eyes scanned the surroundings before asking the waiter, "Where is table 209?"

"Miss, it’s upstairs, please."

Following the waiter’s lead, she saw table 209, where a woman was already sitting, but she didn’t recognize her.

The woman sat down and directly asked, "Who are you?"

The other woman smiled, "Miss Lu, we are in the same boat."

As she spoke, she took a business card out of her cardholder and handed it to Lu Qianwen.

Lu Qianwen frowned and took it. The card read: "Liang Zixuan, contracted dancer at XX company."

What did she want?

Recalling the contents of the text message she received, Lu Qianwen bluntly asked, "What’s your relationship with Shen Yanchen?"

Liang Zixuan smiled and said, "You don’t need to know the relationship, but our goals are the same. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Should we collaborate first?"

Lu Qianwen sneered, "With you? How dare you think you deserve Shen Yanchen?"

"Don’t be so arrogant, Miss Lu. Yes, your family background is strong, but weren’t you still outsmarted by Gu Qimiao? And now, you can’t do anything to her either, right?"

Lu Qianwen’s face turned a bit unsightly. She glared at Liang Zixuan disdainfully, "Why should I work with you? Do you have any value for me to use?"

Liang Zixuan smiled, "Don’t say it so unpleasantly. One person’s power is always less than two."

Lu Qianwen picked up her bag and stood up, "I’m not interested in your thoughts. I don’t want to share this with anyone else, and I advise you to drop the idea, because I want to eliminate all the women around Shen Yanchen!"

Liang Zixuan stood up as well, picking up the business card she had thrown on the table and putting it back into her bag, "What a coincidence, so do I... Miss Lu, think it over. When you’ve figured it out, you can call me anytime."

Lu Qianwen looked at her with disgust, then turned and left, stepping on her high heels. How dare a mere dancer claim to like Shen Yanchen and talk about cooperation with her?

Meanwhile, He Ye knocked on the door of Shen Yanchen’s office, glanced at Gu Qimiao in the glass room, walked over to Shen Yanchen, and whispered, "Brother Chen, the guys over there said Liang Zixuan went to find Lu Qianwen."

Shen Yanchen’s eyebrows twitched slightly, why were these two women getting involved?

"Mm, keep a close eye on them for a while."

He Ye nodded, then smiled mischievously, "Brother Chen, it’s all your romantic debts."

Shen Yanchen glared at him, "I’m afraid you’ll have so many kids in the future that you won’t know who their mothers are, and you’ll have women with big bellies coming to the office demanding you take responsibility."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, you crow’s mouth. I am experienced enough not to let such things happen. If you ever sneak around behind your wife’s back, make sure to clean up after yourself. If you don’t know how, just ask me. I won’t laugh at you."

Shen Yanchen’s eyes turned sharp, and He Ye slipped out the door, muttering "old virgin" under his breath.

Thanks to Gu Qimiao, he no longer had to work overtime every day and could leave work punctually at five-thirty, right behind his little sister-in-law’s heels.

But there were pros and cons; it meant his nightlife was ruined.

As he watched Gu Qimiao go upstairs, He Ye, who lived in the building opposite, could conveniently monitor her comings and goings.

He took out his phone while walking into the building and called. From the other end of the line came a woman’s voice, "Yezi, you’re so bad, you ignored me for so long!"

He Ye pressed the button for his floor and replied roguishly, "Baby, coming over tonight? To my place."

"Okay, I haven’t had dinner yet. Buy something delicious and wait for me."

He immediately said, "Aren’t I delicious enough? I’ll send you the address, you drive over yourself."

The woman was still saying something on the phone, but He Ye, smiling, listened and stepped out of the elevator. He stopped when he saw an unfamiliar woman banging on his door and told the woman on the phone, "Something came up, don’t come over."

Ignoring the woman’s dissatisfaction, he hung up and walked towards the drunkenly rage-filled woman...