闪电算

But the atmosphere in the living room was stiff. Besides Ye Junqing and Leng Chenmo having a drink and chatting, everyone else wore grim expressions, quietly eating dinner, not uttering a word, expressing their dissatisfaction with the situation in silence.

Seeing Ye Junqing making space for him, Ye Xingguang walked over and sat down.

“This is my official partner,” Ye Junqing took the initiative to introduce to Leng Chenmo.

Having recognised Ye Xingguang as the girl from Fire Girl, Leng Chenmo said, “You are lucky to end up with a girl who would do anything to save Ye Shiting. She’s not bad.”

This was the most encouraging thing Ye Junqing had heard. It seemed everyone else was blind, except for his former enemy who seemed to see things clearly.

Ye Junqing lifted his glass, and in response to Leng Chenmo’s comment, made a toast, “You’re not bad yourself for ending up with Tang Zhou. He’s lively and easygoing, very pleasant to be around. He’s in your hands now.”

With a loud bang, Tang Zhou viciously kicked the chair on which Leng Chenmo was seated, displaying his supposed “pleasantness”.

But Leng Chenmo remained unflustered, not even getting knocked off his chair. He calmly finished his drink, responding with two words: “Will do.”

Upon hearing this, everybody present, except for Ye Junqing, was in disbelief.

Because once upon a time, Leng Chenmo was Ye Junqing’s arch-nemesis in business. Therefore, those who followed Ye Junqing, especially Tang Zhou, considered Leng Chenmo their enemy, especially Tang Zhou, who had always seen Leng Chenmo as a thorn in his side for Ye Junqing’s sake.

When Leng Chenmo fell from grace, Tang Zhou was the happiest. He racked his brain everyday, trying to figure out how to get Leng Chenmo under his thumb, so he could happily torment him. But now—

“I’m full!”

Tang Zhou put down his chopsticks heavily, stood up, looked down at Leng Chenmo defiantly even though he was shorter, “Come with me.”

He certainly needed to find a secluded place to teach Leng Chenmo a lesson.

“You go first, I’ll have a few more drinks with Ye Junqing.” Leng Chenmo didn’t budge.

Tang Zhou pointed at Leng Chenmo arrogantly, “Listen here, Leng Chenmo. Don’t think just because you ended up with me, you can eat my food, drink my drinks, use my stuff, and still not listen to me! From now on, if I say go east, you go east. If I say go west, you go west. If you dare defy me, I’ll throw you out on the streets just like that!”

“9593-2395942,” Leng Chenmo calmly recited a string of numbers.

Tang Zhou asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s the number for the civil affairs hotline. During my brief visit there, I had nothing better to do and memorized it.”

The implication being that he would call the hotline and report him if he tried to throw him out.

Tang Zhou: “!!!”

Tang Zhou clenched his fists and raised his feet, wishing he could sort Leng Chenmo out on the spot.

“I believe the number is also valid for reporting domestic abuse,” Leng Chenmo added leisurely.

Tang Zhou took deep breaths, telling himself to endure, to endure, f***…he couldn’t stand it anymore!

“Just you wait!” Tang Zhou stormed off after issuing this threat.

Seeing this, Fu Zhuo, Ji Qishu, and Mo Fei all put down their chopsticks and followed him out.

Only Ye Junqing was left, continuing to drink with his once sworn enemy and current brother-in-law, Leng Chenmo.

Ye Xingguang sat beside them, head buried in her meal, sneaking glances at Leng Chenmo from time to time. She couldn’t believe how the boss, having ended up with Tang Zhou, could calmly accept the whole situation and even memorize the civil affairs hotline number just in case he’s thrown out. What was the world coming to?