Chapter 2: Let Her Take This Place
Lu Beiqin watched the girl before him with an unreadable expression, while Uncle Zhang behind him nearly gaped—how could this young girl manage to dance so nimbly on the edge of disaster?
Shen Chutang, however, looked perfectly innocent. “My master told me that many people these days work as ride-hailing drivers. The income’s pretty decent, and it has prospects,” she said.
Lu Beiqin regarded Shen Chutang with a cool, unfathomable gaze, his eyes long and cold. “I don’t have much money.”
Uncle Zhang’s mouth twitched. Liar!
Who was it whose equity and bonds were worth billions?
Who owned a business empire too vast to count?
Shen Chutang didn’t seem to mind. She owned quite a few businesses herself, and she’d never bothered to check her bank balance. Still, she worried about scaring off the man she’d just tricked into marrying her, so she kept it low-key and simply replied, “I do.”
Thinking for a moment, Shen Chutang guessed that, as a taxi driver, he must earn his money with great effort. So she asked, “Did you buy a house?”
Lu Beiqin lied without batting an eye. “No.”
Shen Chutang, extending a cohabitation invitation to her new husband, thought it would be hard to explain to her master if he ever made a surprise check.
“I have a house,” she said. “If you don’t mind, you can move in with me. All you have to do is put on an act with me when my family shows up.”
Lu Beiqin lifted his eyelids and glanced at her. He didn’t believe in such coincidences.
Still, since this woman was going to such lengths to get close to him, he was determined to see what her true intentions were.
Just then, her phone rang. Shen Chutang frowned slightly. “Something’s come up at home. I need to go back. Here’s my number. I’ll send you my address.”
After exchanging numbers, Shen Chutang hurried away.
Uncle Zhang couldn’t help himself. “Sir, this—”
Lu Beiqin’s expression returned to its usual chill. “Since that woman ran off, let her take her place.”
Uncle Zhang dared not say more. “Yes, sir.”
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When Shen Chutang returned to the Shen family home, she found the living room packed with people.
It was almost laughable—she was the eldest daughter of the Shen family, yet there was no room for her in the house.
In the living room, Shen Xuejun was grinning obsequiously at Jiang Han. The moment he saw Shen Chutang come in, he barked, “Get over here and kneel before me!”
Shen Chutang looked puzzled. “What’s happened? Who’s died that requires me to kowtow and burn paper offerings?”
Shen Xuejun’s face turned red with rage. “You wretched girl, what nonsense are you spouting!”
Liu Shuhua shot Shen Chutang a glare and tried to mollify him. “Don’t get upset. Who knows what that old man has been teaching her all these years?”
Shen Chutang sauntered over, poured herself a cup of tea, and lounged back on the sofa, utterly at ease. “My master taught me how to read faces and deal with all kinds of dogs.”
Liu Shuhua nearly coughed up blood in fury, raising her hand to strike, only for Shen Chutang to dodge effortlessly, even smiling as she said, “Menopause, is it? Want me to get you some medicine?”
Liu Shuhua’s chest heaved with anger, her eyes brimming with disgust as she looked at Shen Chutang.
That wretched girl—why had she even bothered to come back?
From the moment she’d entered, Jiang Han’s gaze hadn’t left Shen Chutang.
He had come to demand an explanation, but at the sight of her, his heart gave an unexpected jolt.
Her eyes were limpid as a fawn’s, shining with the innocence of a child beneath a starry sky. But when she spoke, they sparkled with wit and brightness, her beauty utterly captivating.
“So you’re Shen Chutang?”
She was even more striking than on the security footage.
Earlier, he and Bai Jiajing had been harassed in the restroom, and when they checked the security cameras, they’d discovered it was Shen Chutang.
He hadn’t cared much about today’s marriage registration, but never expected Shen Chutang to show up at his company.
On the monitor, her figure was a blur, not a fraction as beautiful as in real life.
To marry a woman like this wouldn’t be so bad.
Shen Chutang glanced at him. “What do you want?”
Jiang Han’s eyes burned with intent. “I’ll let the previous matter go. Weren’t we supposed to get the marriage certificate today? Let’s go.”
Shen Chutang chuckled. “Young Master Jiang, have you forgotten that old flame of yours in the restroom? Here you are, turning around to marry me so quickly. Did you even look in the mirror while you were there to see what kind of man you are?”