"How’d you find out about this place? The noodles are pretty good!" Su Chen asked, wiping his mouth.
"My girlfriend recommended it. Said the food here was not bad," Sicong replied without looking up.
Hearing this, Su Chen remembered that the man in front of him was a playboy who changed girlfriends as often as he changed clothes.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ~
Su Chen was about to say something more when his phone on the table started buzzing. A flicker of excitement passed through his eyes when he saw the caller ID.
"Are you back from Xiangjiang?"
"Uh... I’m back. I just left Hongqiao Airport. I was about to call and ask where you are, Boss."
Su Chen glanced at Sicong, who was still slurping his noodles. "I’m in Jing’an right now, but I’ll be heading back soon. Just go straight to my place and wait for me."
After hanging up, Su Chen saw Sicong looking at him with a teasing expression.
"Well, well. I thought Eldest Young Master Su was a saint. But you’re already bringing them home with you. Looks like I shouldn’t disturb you this afternoon!" After speaking, he shot Su Chen a look that said, ’I get you, bro.’
The more Su Chen listened, the weirder this sounded.
"Damn it, can you get your mind out of the gutter? That was the head of my company on the phone. They just got back from a business trip to Xiangjiang!" Su Chen shot him an exasperated look.
"Ah... my bad. I thought it was..." Sicong cleared his throat twice, too embarrassed to continue.
"Alright, I’m heading back. I’ve got things to take care of at home." With that, Su Chen stood up and walked out.
"Wait for me! How am I supposed to get back without a car?!"
Su Chen had originally planned to drop Sicong off at the convention center so he could drive his own car home. But who would have thought Sicong would shamelessly insist on going back with Su Chen, using the excuse that he wanted to see where Su Chen lived so it would be easier to visit next time.
Looking at Sicong in the passenger seat, Su Chen shook his head helplessly, stepped on the gas, and the blue Rolls-Royce once again became a sight to behold on the streets.
........
"Tsk, tsk. Young Master Su, you really know how to live. This view from the penthouse of One Seaside is so good, even I want it," Sicong sighed, standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Su Chen sat on the sofa, holding a fruit platter. "If you want it, just buy it," he said while eating. "It’s not like you’re short on cash, Young Master Wang."
"Sigh... every family has its own problems."
Just then, Aunt Tang came over.
"Mr. Su, you have a visitor."
Hearing this, Su Chen placed the fruit platter on the table and stood up. "Please take him to my study."
He then glanced at Sicong, who wasn’t far away, and said, "Make yourself at home for a bit. I need to discuss something with my subordinate."
Sicong nodded. The truth was, he had tagged along out of curiosity. He’d noticed that Su Chen’s expression was unusual—too excited—during the phone call. Furthermore, as far as he knew, Su Chen didn’t own any companies, which only piqued his interest.
That’s why he’d joked around and played the fool, just so he could follow Su Chen home and see what was going on. If there was a chance to make money, he wanted to hitch a ride.
Soon, Sicong saw a well-dressed, middle-aged man walk in carrying a briefcase. Led by Aunt Tang, the man headed straight upstairs. As he passed through the living room, Sicong noticed the man glance at him, but his expression remained completely unchanged.
Not even a flicker of surprise.
Upstairs, in the study.
"Boss." Pei Rang respectfully placed the briefcase in his hands on the desk.
"Good work."


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