Chapter 92: The Affair Exposed

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When she left the café, the previously clear sky began to drizzle, a winter rain that felt penetratingly cool as it hit her wool coat. While waiting for her driver, Su Ziceng hunched her shoulders and wrapped her clothes more tightly around her. Her raised collar conveniently covered her face, revealing only her eyes. The scenes from the café mere moments ago were still replaying in her mind. Within just one short hour, it was as if she had been through a life-and-death rally. The tension that Su Ziceng had been sustaining was finally easing, leaving her body feeling weak from the mental exertion. Her energy might have been sapped, yet her steps were surprisingly light. Su Ziceng couldn’t help stepping into puddles and exhaling the cold air, and for the first time in her life, she was experiencing that joy of success, a sensation incomparably wonderful. Having gained a mere favor from Shang Yin, Su Ziceng felt as if she had taken a sedative. That unscrupulous boss was a tough bone, but she was determined to gnaw it down. Indeed, Shang Qing was not a simple character. Before her rebirth, rumors had circulated that Shang Qing had built a luxurious mansion in Bianjing City exclusively to entertain domestic and international political figures. Amidst their indulgence, these important individuals would often say things they shouldn’t, leaving behind photos they shouldn’t have. Su Ziceng had merely probed, mentioning a friend in trouble, hoping to get some help. Shang Qing had agreed without even hearing the details, indicating that he had already begun collecting information on those crucial figures at that time. When Su Ziceng first got to know Shang Yin, she had thought about making connections with him, but after cooling her head, she realized that Shang Qing was mysterious in life and death alike. He was like a hidden dagger; if its blade deviated slightly, it could stab into one’s own throat. It would be wise to stay cautious. A car stopped ahead, splashing quite a bit of water. Swearing under her breath, Su Ziceng bent over to wipe off the muddy water. In front of her flashed a pair of lamb leather boots followed by a fat body, laughing hoarsely, as it passed by. A vaguely familiar figure flickered through her memory as her car arrived. "Miss, please get in. Where else would you like to go?" The new driver glanced at the café behind Su Ziceng. Secretary Chang had asked this morning to make sure to learn of the miss’s plans for today. "Let’s go; enough with the questions." Su Ziceng eyed the nodding and bowing secretary in front of her, a veritable lackey of Chang Mei. It seemed she would need to secure another car for herself. The driver respectfully closed the car door. Su Ziceng turned away, her gaze falling back on the café, spotting the middle-aged man who had splashed her earlier. Balding and fitted with a gold tooth, such a vulgar man—how could his female companion fare any better, daring to sit by the window? Truly an embarrassing spectacle. The woman sitting opposite the man was partially obscured by the curtain, making her difficult to see clearly. Su Ziceng’s gaze retracted as the car started, moving a distance away. "Wait a moment." She suddenly called the driver to stop, staring intensely at the window side. The woman, who was previously indistinct, stood up, not shying away from fondling the revolting man across from her. "Deng Jiani!" Su Ziceng couldn’t believe her eyes and rubbed them. Today was truly a day of double gains. There was Deng Jiani, who had put on a demure and respectful front of a saintess in front of Hang Yishao, now, in broad daylight, intimately engaged with another man. "I have another matter to attend to. You go back by yourself." Su Ziceng took an umbrella from the car and stepped back out into the rain. The driver tried to say something but recoiled back into his seat, intimidated by Su Ziceng’s glare. She lowered her umbrella and walked back into the café, still damp from the rain. It was over an hour later that Deng Jiani left, arm in arm with the man, who was a head shorter than her. His hands incessantly roamed over her sensitive spots; Deng Jiani did not stop him, and her laughter was shaky with delight. Su Ziceng followed for a while, until she saw Deng Jiani and the man enter a star-rated hotel. "Hello, I’d like to inquire, which room did the couple who just entered take?" Su Ziceng earnestly asked the receptionist. "Miss, I am sorry, but we must protect our guests’ privacy." Uncertain whether this young lady was here to catch a cheater, the receptionist, who was no stranger to such situations, politely declined Su Ziceng’s inquiry.

Chapter 92: The Affair Exposed

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