CHAPTER 188: CHAPTER 188: WEALTHY SECOND GENERATION PK SUPER WEALTHY SECOND GENERATION 1_1

That was the first time Huang Xiaojue felt puzzled. He stared at her as if he were trying to get to know her all over again. He calmly asked, "Xixi, how did you do this?"

If anyone else had asked, she would never have answered; after all, it wasn’t something to be proud of. But since Huang Xiaojue asked, she gave a brief explanation.

Huang Xiaojue listened very carefully and was secretly shocked. Clearly, her plans had begun the moment she took on this case.

Distributing business cards among the salon ladies—enticing Liang Sheng with a video call until he eagerly agreed to meet—then conspiring with the fortune teller...

The initial investigative calls from the epidemic prevention station had already instilled a degree of fear in Liang Sheng. The fortune teller’s uncanny "predictions" and psychological intimidation then pushed him further off balance. The fall in the private room served as the requisite show of dominance. Finally, the call from the prevention station regarding a suspected "AIDS" infection drove him to the brink of collapse. The beautiful woman, her arms covered in "red spots" and holding that needle, was the last straw...

Forget Liang Sheng; even the most hardened lecher would have broken down.

Every step was meticulously planned; even the design of the stairs in the private room was deliberately chosen.

All of this took over twenty days.

If it hadn’t been for such meticulous, step-by-step planning, how could an old fox like Liang Sheng have fallen into the trap so easily?

On second thought, forget Liang Sheng; any man suddenly encountering such a trap would find it difficult not to fall in.

He wondered to himself: Was it worth putting in so much effort for one case? For money? For work? To prove her ability? Or was there some other reason?

A chilling thought even struck him: This was just a small matter, and the methods weren’t particularly sophisticated—more like a prank. But, if she continued down this path, could it lead to high-IQ crimes?

This thought frightened him. He said gravely, "Xixi, don’t do this again. You managed to deceive Liang Sheng this time through sheer luck, but you might not be so fortunate next time. If you encounter someone ruthless and desperate, just think how dangerous your situation would become!"

Hearing this, Yan Xixi felt a little warmth in her heart. "Xiaojue, don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful in the future."

He hesitated for a long moment but finally brought himself to ask, "Xixi, are you in urgent need of money?"

She shook her head. "No, I just found Liang Sheng irritating and wanted to mess with him."

Huang Xiaojue’s expression finally became gentle and Yan Yuese. "Safety is more important than any job. Next time you face any difficulty, you must discuss it with me."

She gave a captivating smile and gently tugged his hand.

With such a smile, she no longer seemed like a female con artist but appeared innocent and pure, radiant as a spring flower. He sighed inwardly; for some reason, the thought of that notebook resurfaced, and his heart instantly softened. "Xixi," he asked, "have I never given you a sense of security?"

She lowered her head, not knowing how to answer and unwilling to lie—even a con artist couldn’t bring herself to lie to certain people.

"Xixi, I want to take you home to my family for the New Year."

She jolted and involuntarily took a step back.

"Don’t worry. Since I’m taking you home, I’ll definitely find a way to persuade my parents. They absolutely won’t make things difficult for you again."

She simply didn’t dare to answer.

He seemed to understand her thoughts perfectly, his voice growing even softer. "Xixi, let’s get married."

She couldn’t believe her ears. Marriage! How had they landed on the topic of marriage again? Right then, she truly had no inclination to even consider it.