Chapter 82: I Flirted With My Sister-In-Law

An uninvited guest had barged into the luxurious office today.

In the quiet office, two men were sitting opposite each other on black leather sofas, deep in thought.

“Tell me, what brings you here today?”

Wang Chenghao stood up, walked to the bar counter, took out a bottle of ’82 Lafite, and poured himself a glass.

“Give me a glass too.”

Zhou Yuncheng quickly stepped forward, grabbed the red wine, and took a sip. He leaned to the side and shook the goblet, motioning for Wang Chenghao to refill his glass.

“You’re not here today to drink wine, are you? Since when did Young Master Zhou start to not even have the money to drink some good wine?” Wang Chenghao took the wine and sat down on the sofa, teasing him.

Zhou Yuncheng smiled evilly. He combed his cool short hair with his slender fingers and shook his head.

“I missed you, Brother.”

“Don’t get mushy with me. What’s the matter?” Wang Chenghao didn’t want to waste his breath on him. It wasn’t his first time meeting him, so how could he not know Zhou Yuncheng’s personality?

The more pretentious he was, the more problematic the situation was.

Zhou Yuncheng was silent for a long time. He walked over to the sofa, put his wine glass aside, and whispered, “I’m in big trouble.”

Wang Chenghao looked at his face, which was covered in stress, and nodded slightly. “I can see that your face is almost disfigured. Whatever it is, I suggest you don’t do it again.”

“Well, I’m naturally pretty. Do I need plastic surgery?” He said narcissistically. He shook his head and made a pose that he thought was cool.

“Okay, then please go back. I don’t accept narcissists here.” Wang Chenghao’s deep voice rang out, and he made a gesture of asking him to leave.

“Stop. I’ll talk. I’ll talk.” Zhou Yuncheng narrowed his eyes as he twirled the glass in his hand. He crossed his legs and looked at the crystal lamp on the ceiling with some melancholy.

“I flirted with my sister-in-law.”

“PFFT!” Wang Chenghao spat out a mouthful of red wine, hitting Zhou Yuncheng right in the face. He was wearing a white casual outfit today, and now he was in a sorry state because of the red wine.

“Damn it, Wang Chenghao, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Zhou Yuncheng pulled out a tissue to wipe his face and glared at Wang Chenghao. He had always cared about his image. How could he go out like this today?

“What sister-in-law?” Wang Chenghao didn’t care about his anger but was more concerned about the sentence, ‘I flirted with my sister-in-law’.

That sentence was definitely a front-page story. There was something more to it.

Zhou Yuncheng was so angry that he didn’t say anything. Wang Chenghao stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked down at the scenery outside the building. He shook his hand, and the red wine swirled in a beautiful arc in the glass.

“Tell me or leave? It’s your choice,” he said softly.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. You have to save me.” Zhou Yuncheng looked very uneasy. He walked behind Wang Chenghao and put his hand on his shoulder, and continued in a low voice, “That day, I went to visit the crew and didn’t know that my sister-in-law was an actress. So, I habitually flirted with her and even asked her to consider whether she would sleep with me or not.”

“Ahem, Haha.” Wang Chenghao choked on a mouthful of red wine and then laughed wildly. “Who is the sister-in-law you’re talking about? You don’t have any brothers. Could she be Brother Chen’s wife?”

Even though Moh Yanchen said that he was married, they still didn’t believe him! However, the Moh Family had made some movements subsequently after that time, and it seemed like his marriage was actually real. Now that he heard Zhou Yuncheng’s words, he made some guesses.

“Is it that obvious?” Zhou Yuncheng’s face was bitter as he leaned against the French window. His face was full of melancholy, as if he felt that a disaster was coming.

“Yes, your character is indeed questionable.” Wang Chenghao kept nodding his head, feeling that Zhou Yuncheng had really gone too far this time.