Chapter 184 - 42: Meticulous Scheming (Part 2)

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"I will transfer some of the money from the Subi Auction House that Qing Chang entrusted to me to your Wine Shop. Even if it results in a loss, it’s still under Su Family’s name." Yan Wuxu suggested. Yan Wuxu’s calculations were very clever, she was deliberately trying to win over Su Ziceng. By taking her money, naturally, one would have to exert effort for Subi Auction House. After the transition from Chang Mei to Yan Wuxu, all the staff were pulled out, now there’s absolutely no manpower available. From the last auction, it was evident that Su Ziceng had her exceptional talents, and she also knows people like New and Shang Yin. "I will take the money, but I won’t just take it for nothing. I will tell dad that the money is payment for my salary. I will act as a buyer for Subi, always keeping an eye out for suitable auction items around me." Su Ziceng understood the fate of embezzling public funds; she wasn’t foolish enough to leave herself vulnerable to Yan Wuxu. From today’s events, Yan Wuxu is a scheming person, allowing her to get involved in the Wine Shop’s affairs is like disarming a timed bomb from Shang Yin only to set another one. Su Qingzhang had not been intimate with Yan Wuxu for a week, leaving her alone at home, he felt somewhat guilty, so that night, after coming back, he coaxed Yan Wuxu for a long while. After their intimacy, Yan Wuxu talked to Su Qingzhang about the matter, additionally mentioning that Chang Mei was cunning, leaving her with nobody in Subi Auction House, not even a security guard. "My little darling," Su Qingzhang pressed Yan Wuxu under him, his cold, slightly bent leg rubbing warmth on her soft skin, "you really think it’s easy to mix in the business world. A young girl like you trying to mingle with those cold antique paintings and calligraphy, getting all smelly." The wider Chang Mei’s network, the further Su Qingzhang’s reach. In name, Chang Mei was clearing a venue for Yan Wuxu, but in reality, she took all the usable personnel away, and even the temporary auctioneer’s whereabouts were unknown. Yan Wuxu sighed softly, her small hand reaching out in front of Su Qingzhang. He maintained himself quite well, a man past fifty, his hair dyed jet black, his face barely showing any wrinkles, but the skin on his body was still loose, with a flap of soft flesh around the belly. "It’s all your fault," Yan Wuxu deliberately used the softness in front of her arm to rub against his, "you won’t even write that property my mother lives in under my name. Except for that hollow shell of Subi, I’ve got nothing, and everyone says I’m with you for the wealth, now look, I’m just worrying over an empty reputation for being vain." Her lips quivered with feistiness, trying to spur Su Qingzhang’s morale, almost half a year since their marriage, and Yan Wuxu hadn’t touched much actual money. Two soft masses were suddenly gripped, causing Yan Wuxu to cry out from the pain, but seeing Su Qingzhang’s gaze, like a woken hunting hound. "Quit your little temper tantrums. I’ve asked around, no one knew the hotel I stayed at in the United States, not even Ziceng knew my itinerary, so who leaked the information to you? Or as Xiao Chi said, was it your former lover Fei Qing who told you," the pale skin flushed red, in the dark, Yan Wuxu didn’t dare to make a sound again. Before Su Qingzhang got involved with her, he was attracted by her seemingly innocent looks and eyes that resembled Ye Tina’s, but he was not old and senile enough to be completely deceived. The first time with Yan Wuxu, he realized she was not inexperienced, and her past experiences would not be as innocent as her appearance suggested, so even though Su Qingzhang was abroad, he still pulled out all of Yan Wuxu’s information. The background of the Sixth District, the people around her since childhood, her mother and younger siblings, none of these posed a threat to Su Qingzhang, so he married her into the family. What Su Qingzhang wanted was an agreeable and controllable bed-warmer, not someone in his ear sowing discord and whispering pillow talk. "I...I," Yan Wuxu was helplessly crying as Su Qingzhang vented his anger on her, because Chang’s mother and daughter had surely exaggerated the incident with Fei Qing. After it was over, Su Qingzhang kicked her off the bed and said: "Go back to your own room. As for the Ziceng Wine Shop mess, I won’t say more. The auction house, however, is a complex matter, and you can co-manage it with her. For personnel needs, consult with Wang Mi." After speaking, he turned over and pulled the covers over himself, ignoring Yan Wuxu who was trembling from cold words and a cold night. Draped in her silky robe, the smooth garment contrasted starkly with her stinging heart. As she took a few steps, she realized she had left her slippers in Su Qingzhang’s bedroom. When she turned around and walked to the door, she found it locked. Cold marble under her feet and a cold bronze handle in her hand, Yan Wuxu retreated back into the hall. In the darkness, she grabbed a bottle of wine, uncorked it, and guzzled directly from the bottle without bothering for a glass. Wine clumsily streamed into her eyes, nose, and mouth. Just as Yan Wuxu started to appreciate the sweetness of the wine, she choked, and tears and snot came out. Heat mixed with cold then blended into a new sensation: resentment. Why would Su Qingzhang treat her like this? He wasn’t like this before. When he first met her, the marvel in his eyes and his tenderness were unparalleled. Back then, Su Qingzhang treated her like a precious gem. "What, got kicked out?" Chang Mei appeared like a rat sniffing out the noise. She had heard about Su Ziceng breaking her teapot and Sister-in-law Qian getting beaten earlier in the day. These little women had just this much skill. Pale pink nightgown stained with dark red wine spots, Yan Wuxu snorted and turned to go upstairs. No matter how humiliated she was, at least she lived in the distinguished bedroom of the Su Family’s mistress, with a dressing room filled with high-end clothes she couldn’t wear out in a year, and countless handbags and shoes. This was enough. "Qing Chang is just using you as a replacement. He’ll tire of you soon," Chang Mei’s words struck Yan Wuxu like a slap across the face, nearly knocking her off her feet. "You’re talking nonsense. I’ve checked; I look nothing like Qiao Chu. I’m not a replacement." Yan Wuxu, staring at the elegantly seated Chang Mei holding a brand new Purple Sand Pot, seemed to be told that the teapot shattered during the day was merely a replaceable object. "What if I say... the person Su Qingzhang truly loves is not Qiao Chu, but someone else, and this person just happens to be the murderer who killed Qiao Chu? What would you think," Chang Mei twirled the teapot handle, feeling the scalding hot water while enjoying the drastic change in Yan Wuxu’s expression after hearing her words.(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

Chapter 184 - 42: Meticulous Scheming (Part 2)

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