My Little Sweet Wife

Jiang Ruolan looked embarrassed. "I ... Should I know you?"

The beautiful woman laughed coldly. Only then did Jiang Ruolan realize that "she" had Adam's apple!

Jiang Ruolan immediately leaned to the side, keeping a distance from the cross-dresser man. That man didn't care to answer her question, he just looked back at Qin Gengxin and smiled with one hand on his chin. His voice immediately became deep, "When did your appetite become so light? Little sister like this can enter your mouth?"

"You're the one who's retarded. Your whole family is retarded." Jiang Ruolan mumbled as she put down the glass of lemonade that the waiter had just refilled for her. That man lowered his head and glanced at her. "Yo, she's quite spicy."

"Spicy your head! Why are you pretending to be a woman?" Jiang Ruolan rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him, concentrating on drinking her juice.

"Where did you get this spoiled girl?" The man glanced at Qin Gengxin with a sly smile.

"Let me introduce you two." Qin Gengxin sat in his chair happily. He pointed to the man with his chin. "Ren, the boss behind Star Entertainment and the most popular star in recent years, is a cross-dresser. As for his sexuality ..." Qin Gengxin suddenly smiled wickedly.

Ren?

Jiang Ruolan froze for a moment. Wasn't that the one she was going to interview this afternoon?

"My sexual orientation has always been stable." Ren threw up his hands generously.

"Yes, he likes me. He likes me for seven or eight years, and he's always been stable." Qin Gengxin said flatly.

"Pfft." Jiang Ruolan nearly sprayed the drink in her mouth. The two men looked at her and laughed, with a vulgar look in their eyes after successfully deceiving Jiang Ruolan. Afterward, Ren glanced at Qin Gengxin and said, "It's rare to meet a busy person like you in F City. What, do you have a mental problem that you need me to take a look at?"

"I have a big problem. My favorite woman is married, but the groom is not me. I've been stimulated to the point where I often need psychological counseling." Qin Gengxin's face was full of smiles as he looked at Jiang Ruolan. "Ren once studied psychology, but later, he stepped into the performing arts world. Star Entertainment has a cooperative relationship with Qin Group, so our relationship is pretty good."

"Oh." Jiang Ruolan wasn't too interested in this person's identity. She just didn't expect him to be the celebrity that she was supposed to interview this afternoon.

"I'm afraid you'll lose your mind because of what had just happened, so I invite him here." Qin Gengxin smiled.

"I'm afraid you are overthinking it." Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched.

"Little sister, don't be embarrassed! Is there any problem with your heart? Tell me about it." Ren was dressed like a sexy beauty and spoke in an older man's voice. Can you imagine the sight?

Jiang Ruolan rolled her eyes. "You're the one who has mental problems! I am in high spirits and am in a very good mood. I can eat three or four pig's feet in a single meal!"

Ren: "..."

Qin Gengxin: "…"

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H City, Xian Group,

The door to the CEO's office was pushed open from the outside. Assistant Bai walked in with two files and looked at Xian Zihao, who was focused on looking at a file on the table.

A few days had passed, and Xian Zihao didn't seem to have changed, only became quieter. Assistant Bai understood that it was best not to talk too much, otherwise, she might lose her job.

"President Xian, here is the file you requested. The national treasure, the white crystal necklace worn by the Brazilian president's wife twenty-five years ago, was indeed in the military. It was one of the items that Brazil has sent to China in the past, and then it was stolen."

"The necklace had fallen into the hands of the people who had a lot to do with the case in the past, and a large number of evidence of bribery were hidden. The people who were involved in the matter have basically no contact with these criminal leaders, and the easiest people to find now are Qian Guang, Jiang Guanyu, and your father."

Assistant Bai showed the files in her hands.

"Put it down." Xian Zihao didn't even raise his head as he kept looking at the file in his hands with eyes as clear as spring water.

Assistant Bai nodded and gently placed the files on the stack of documents beside him. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "President Xian, it's already afternoon. You haven't left the office since this morning. You haven't eaten anything. Your stomach--"

"I'm fine."

Assistant Bai was helpless and rubbed her hands, "Half an hour ago, Miss Zhou came here and wanted to see you. I said you were in a meeting and she has been waiting for you in the reception room for over half an hour."

"Tell her to go back." Xian Zihao closed the file and pressed the center of his brows with his finger. His emotionless eyes turned to look at Assistant Bai. With a stern gaze, he asked, "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"

"President Xian, no matter what, please don't torture your body. You haven't had lunch in the last few days. No matter how anxious you wanted to deal with the case twenty years ago, you still have to take care of your body." Assistant Bai knew she talked too much, but she couldn't watch Xian Zihao tortured his body anymore.

Xian Zihao frowned faintly but didn't say anything.

Assistant Bai did not dare to say anything else. She turned around and walked out of the office, closing the door softly behind her.

Suddenly Xian Zihao's phone rang. He looked at the file beside him and searched for flaws. He allowed the phone to ring a few times before pressing the speaker.

Qin Gengxin's voice echoed in the office, "How is it? That case is pretty close, isn't it? It's really just as Senior Zhou said, your father was really related to that incident back then?"

Xian Zihao looked down at the file in his hands. The facts that had been hidden in this case for years were presented before his eyes, yet he did not make a sound when he heard Qin Gengxin's question.

"Senior Zhou is directly taking the lives of the Xian Family's foundation and Uncle Xian. This is really a cruel ploy, impossible to talk about. He used this tactic on your wedding night, and he was not afraid to ruin Jiang Ruolan and his dearest granddaughter. What good is this result for Zhou Shufen?"

Qin Gengxin naturally understood Xian Zihao very well, so he didn't wait for him to say anything before continuing to smile, "I'm in F City."

"En." Xian Zihao answered with an indifferent tone as if he was not concerned about it at all.

"I said I was in F City!"

The hand that was flipping through the pages paused for a second before it continued to flip through. His eyes were calm as he replied, "En."

 "Jiang Ruolan is in F City and I know that you already knew about it."

"En."

"She's calmer than I thought. I thought she was just maintaining her dignity in front of everyone. After enduring all that, she left decisively. I thought she was going to hide in an empty corner and cry. I even wanted to take this opportunity to comfort her and let her go with me. However, this woman's strength has already surpassed my imagination. She even gave me the illusion that she had never met you before. Between her and me, you, Xian Zihao... It's like you never exist in her life."

"En." Xian Zihao still replied in a calm voice.

"She had two glasses of lemonade today."

"She said she went out with her friends every night to nibble on the pig's feet. She could nibble on three or four with a single meal."

"She's a little fatter than she was half a month ago, and she looks fine. She has a new job."

"She saw Ren today, but she scolded him. She's still acting like a little chili, arguing back and forth with Ren."

"En."

Seeing no reaction and no other answer from Xian Zihao, Qin Gengxin ended his call.

The office was empty and quiet, the sun shining through the French windows and sprinkling gold on the large desk.

The hand that was flipping through the file finally stopped. After a long while, the person behind the desk slowly raised his head. His calm face changed under the golden sunlight. He stared at a spot in front of him, unmoving, for a long time.

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