Such news naturally reached Shang Peng’s ears. White Zhi Xiu, still playing the role of a messenger, roughly explained the situation, staring at that indifferent handsome face, trying to probe something.
“President Shang, did you hear what I just said?”
“Mm.” A sound of shuffling documents came from the executive chair.
“Do you also know about Tang Zhiwei returning to Taiwan?”
“Oh.” His hand stopped moving, and Shang Peng’s thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if pondering something.
“President Shang, what are you thinking about?”
“Me?” Shang Peng raised his eyebrows, a faint smile appearing with a hint of helplessness. “I’m thinking… who should I meet tonight? It’s quite a headache.”
White Zhi Xiu realized his words were being ignored, and his expression turned embarrassed.
“President Shang, I was just telling you about Miss Tang, how could you…”
“Me? What about me? Is there something wrong?”
“No, it’s not about right or wrong, it’s just… don’t you want to know anything about her?”
“What good would knowing do?” Shang Peng’s face was inscrutable.
“Uh?” White Zhi Xiu was stumped by the question.
Indeed, what good would knowing do? Never mind Shang Peng not caring, even Miss Tang herself might not accept his concern! Suddenly realizing he was the biggest fool, White Zhi Xiu awkwardly stood up to leave.
“Wait,” Shang Peng suddenly called him back, asking: “Is she still living in her original place?”
“Her? You mean Tang Zhiwei?”
“Of course!”
“No,” facing that no-longer-charming handsome face, White Zhi Xiu became cautious. “That house is considered Tang family property in Taiwan, and this time she’s fallen out with her family, so she said she absolutely wouldn’t go back to live there. She’s stubborn like that, otherwise she wouldn’t have had to ask me to borrow money.”
“She borrowed money from you?”
“Yes, I was shocked too.”
“Where is she living now?” Shang Peng asked stiffly.
“She stayed in a hotel at first, then I helped her find and rent a place. I even paid the deposit and rent! I wonder how her job search is going…” Zhi Xiu muttered, then glanced at Shang Peng and slowly said: “President Shang, do you want me to write down her address?”
“No need.”
“Yes, then I’ll be going now.” White Zhi Xiu tactfully left.
After White Zhi Xiu left, Shang Peng sighed, leaning back in his chair, his gaze becoming misty, his expression becoming vivid with some recollection, seeming both annoyed and nostalgic…
At this moment, discussions erupted around her—
”Tsk! Who would have thought! Such a young and beautiful lady, how could she be a pickpocket?”
”That’s the point, to look unsuspecting, so others won’t guard against her, and she can steal more easily.”
”Mmm, that makes sense…”
A pickpocket? Stealing? Zhi Wei finally understood completely.
She trembled with anger, and began to curse the man who was crying injustice:
”Bastard! If you dare to be a thief, don’t frame others! It was clearly you who put things in my pocket! And you others too! Can’t you use your brains?” Hmph! Can’t even see through such a trick? Shaking her head, the young lady finished her words and turned to walk away.
”Miss, you can’t leave,” a uniformed man grabbed her again, “The item was found in your pocket, you can’t just walk away like this.”
Flames seemed to burst from Zhi Wei’s head.
”Then what do you want to do?”
『7』Chapter Six
