Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 168 - Ex-Husband Bury It

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Ex-Husband, Bury It

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Ex-Husband, Bury It

“Miss Secretary, do you realize how heavy-handed your performance is?”

In the quiet corridor late at night, Lu Xining’s voice was soft and faint, her eyes tinted with amusement, her tone laced with teasing mockery.

Shen Molin’s expression faltered upon hearing her words.

She brushed back the wet hair on the side of her face, feigning ignorance, “I don’t understand what you mean. What am I performing?”

Though Lu Xining was many years younger than Shen Molin, she was much taller.

When she wasn’t smiling, her presence was very similar to Ji Muye’s.

The sound of water running came from the bedroom, as if someone was taking a shower, but from the doorway, one couldn’t see if anyone was inside.

Too deliberate.

Lu Xining saw through the messy ruse in the room at a glance.

If Shen Molin hadn’t made the room look so chaotic, she might have believed that Ji Muye really could be involved with someone so close.

Watching Shen Molin’s feigned composure, Lu Xining ambiguously hooked her lip and counter-questioned, “What do you think?”

Unable to decipher the meaning behind Lu Xining’s smile, Shen Molin had to play it by ear and asked, “Miss Lu, why are you looking for President Ji so late? He is taking a shower, but I can pass him the message.”

Shen Molin was set on making Lu Xining misunderstand that she was involved with Ji Muye, but the woman before her was too calm, seemingly indifferent, which made her somewhat puzzled.

Didn’t they say that Lu Xining was deeply in love with Ji Muye?

How could her emotions be so stable?

“If there’s no one in the room, whom are you going to pass the message to, a ghost?”

Lu Xining directly pierced her fabricated lie, yet Shen Molin stared intently into her eyes, looking for signs of sadness or heartache, but found nothing.

As Lu Xining turned to go back into her room, Shen Molin, driven by anger and without thinking, blurted out, “I slept with President Ji!”

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Without even looking back, Lu Xining waved her hand, “Then I wish you both a pleasant night~”

Shen Molin: “…” Is this woman crazy!

A beep, the sound of a room card unlocking a door, resonated as Lu Xining entered her room, and Shen Molin was still staring at her room’s door.

She returned to her room and called for room service, asking the hotel to send someone to clean up immediately, and she changed back into her clothes, destroying any evidence that might reveal what had happened earlier.

While dealing with the boxes on the sofa, her gaze darkened.

To make everything look more authentic, she had deliberately torn a couple of them and scattered the wrapping paper on the floor.

Shen Molin was convinced in her heart: Lu Xining was faking it!

In the past, when Ji Muye had merely eaten a meal with Liu Xixi, she got so angry that she divorced him on the spot. How could she not be angry today after seeing that she “slept” with him?

Hence, she must be pretending!

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Next door, inside the room.

Lu Xining rubbed her somewhat sore neck; given that Secretary Cheng had the energy to set up this farce, it meant that Ji Muye was definitely not in trouble.

She sent a voice message to Ji Chao, telling him not to worry.

Having taken care of everything, Lu Xining began to ponder over Shen Molin’s actions, from her dramatic rescue at the banquet hall to the recent mess in the room. The latter seemed very eager for Lu Xining to get upset.

Lu Xining searched her memory and couldn’t recall any conflict with Shen Molin.

Or is it that every woman who falls for Ji Muye instinctively resents her, the ex-wife who has been divorced from him for two years?

Lu Xining didn’t quite understand, but it didn’t prevent her from having a good night’s sleep.

As for the ex-husband, if it wasn’t for the existence of her two sons, Ji Chao and Ji Ze, the best outcome for an ex-husband would be to find a good location with auspicious feng shui to be buried.

When Shen Molin left Ji Muye’s room, the hotel staff had already cleaned every corner, ensuring no trace was left.

She cast a furious glance at the opposite door and left in her high heels.

Ji Muye, who was in the neighboring city having a secret meeting with Xi Juan, was unaware of the incident that had occurred in his room.

Xi Juan’s identity was special, and the topics discussed were too sensitive, so the cell phones of all those attending the meeting were switched off, and all communication devices were locked away in a password safe outside beforehand.

In the enclosed room, Ji Muye sat alone, and the man sitting opposite him was the successor of the Beicheng Family.

Both men, in terms of family background, ability, or appearance, were strong and equally matched; their personalities were similarly detached and cold.

“The hands of these people have reached abroad,”

Xi Juan’s deep voice carried the strategic deliberation of a high-ranking figure, his insightful eyes moving between the two accomplished young men opposite him.

In recent months, a company called Bozi Securities, through the establishment of a charitable foundation, had been laundering black money for certain special occupations within the country and secretly transferring all those funds abroad.

Xi Juan hoped that Ji Muye and the Beicheng Family would join forces to uncover the network behind Bozi Securities, preferably to obtain an internal list.

Ji Muye replied, however, “I apologize, Old Xi.”

Over the years, Ji Muye had provided Xi Juan with considerable financial support in the shadows—he provided the money, and Xi Juan provided the power. But no matter how the two cooperated privately, they would never make their association public.

And they certainly would not involve others.

Consider, if even a person as elevated as Xi Juan was not completely confident about the matter, it indicates the extent of the complex ties involved.

Had Ji Muye been single and childless, naturally he would have nothing to fear.

But now he had two sons, a publicly acknowledged daughter, and Lu Xining…

With this thought, Ji Muye’s eyes darkened. Should anything happen to him, both his children and she would be in danger.

Xi Juan looked at the other man in the room; his intentions were the same as Ji Muye’s, clearly not wanting to get involved in this matter either.

“The Shang Family has just retrieved a daughter who has been lost for over twenty years, and she is in poor health; I truly don’t have the energy to consider other matters right now.”

Upon hearing this, Xi Juan smiled.

“Alright, I understand you both. However, if you wish to get involved later on, you can contact Secretary Cheng at any time.”

The conversation having reached this point, there was no need to continue. Xi Juan exchanged a few pleasantries and had the secretary escort Ji Muye and the others out.

Ji Muye and the successor of the Beicheng Family left in separate cars, heading in different directions.

One to the airport, the other to Fuxian.

It would take three hours to drive from here to Fuxian. Upon turning on his phone, Ji Muye saw missed calls from Ji Chao and Ji Ze.

It was late, and after checking with the Ji Family’s housekeeper to confirm that his two sons had gone to sleep, he didn’t call them back.

“Young Master, when the two young masters couldn’t reach you, they called Madam. She told them you were fine and busy, and they believed her.”

“Alright, I got it.”

After hanging up, Ji Muye looked at the call log and saw no calls from Lu Xining.

Thinking that she would rather lie to the children than contact him, he smirked self-mockingly and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Closing his eyes, he began to ponder over Xi Juan’s intentions of the meeting.