Chapter 52: Without Women, Soaking in Hot Springs Is Useless No Matter How Much

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Without Women, Soaking in Hot Springs Is Useless No Matter How Much Rong Mochen remained silent, his cold, chiseled profile etched with a faint chill. Xiao Nanqing waited for a while, but the other person did not speak. He stood up, hands casually in his pockets, lips curved into a playful smirk as he approached Rong Mochen. He bent slightly, eyes glinting mischievously, whispering something in his ear. Then, Rong Mochen’s slightly closed dark eyes slowly opened, a flash of sharp light passing through his deep pupils. His thin lips pursed lightly as he turned to Xiao Nanqing, "Let’s hear it." Xiao Nanqing raised an eyebrow, "Boss Rong, pardon my bluntness, but I deeply question your character." Rong Mochen sneered, "Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?" Xiao Nanqing squinted, giving Rong Mochen a half-smile, "This is a society ruled by law now; that’s what I believe in more." Xiao Nanqing took out a stack of documents from somewhere, placed it in front of Rong Mochen, and said cockily, "Boss Rong, signing is something you do most often, so let me admire your authentic signature." "Prepared well," Rong Mochen glanced at the documents in his hand, also curling his lips slightly, casually looking at Xiao Nanqing, "You want to live next to me so badly?" "You’re my true love," Xiao Nanqing showed Rong Mochen a bright grin. Faced with such a chilling statement, Rong Mochen’s expression remained flat, his tone as level as before, "How do I assess if your information is worth me signing this?" Xiao Nanqing’s eyebrows raised arrogantly, making his handsome face stand out more, his eyes flashing a sly smile, "Boss Rong, without a woman, soaking in hot springs can’t satisfy your little brother." Rong Mochen’s lips curved slightly, attentively listening to Xiao Nanqing. However, Xiao Nanqing refused to continue, shrugging as he glanced at the documents in his hand. Rong Mochen, a smart man, naturally realized Xiao Nanqing wouldn’t say such words for no reason. Besides, his words already hinted clearly that this information was apparently related to the little woman who recently refused him! Rong Mochen lowered his long black eyelashes, and three seconds later, he chuckled softly. He rose from the hot spring, his muscular body clad only in black boxer shorts was dazzling, especially his eight-pack abs and the enticing V-line near his lower abdomen that could make women swoon. Xiao Nanqing frowned slightly, not sure if he was envious or jealous, sneering mildly at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t that Xiao Nanqing lacked abs, nor was he absent of a V-line, sexy enough to make women nosebleed. However, he was just too pale! It always seemed like he lacked some masculinity. Though that was just his own opinion. So, whenever he saw Rong Mochen’s healthy bronze skin, he instinctively... felt displeased! Xiao Nanqing thought Rong Mochen stood up to perform the "solemn" signing ceremony, but unexpectedly, he left the hot spring without looking back. Qing Jue’s face was tense, and Xiao Nanqing, suppressing his eyebrows, followed. The Third Young Master, his patience exhausted, showed some impatience, "Boss Rong, what do you mean by this?" Rong Mochen’s pace forward slightly paused, turning his head, his dark eyes cold as he looked at Xiao Nanqing, his voice indifferent, yet facing Xiao Nanqing with unprecedented seriousness, "Nanqing, you should know, no one in this world can force me to do anything I don’t want to do, threats... are even less acceptable!" "..." Xiao Nanqing’s handsome face twitched, his eyes sternly fixed on Rong Mochen, "Boss Rong, you’re being unreasonable. It was a transaction of equal value, and you insist on calling it a threat. That’s too hurtful." Rong Mochen chuckled lowly, "Do I have feelings for you?" After speaking, Rong Mochen continued to walk forward. Xiao Nanqing’s eye twitched, unwilling to give up, "Boss Rong, opportunities come only once, they won’t wait." "Whatever!" "..." Asphalt road before the villa. Xiao Nanqing sat in his beloved Bugatti, his face tense, eyes coldly watching the villa, deep thoughts hidden within his gaze. Was he played by someone? From the beginning, he never intended to sign, right? The seeming interest in considering it was only to extract information from him... Even though he only hinted at it with one sentence, with his extraordinary intelligence, he must have realized that the information concerned his little lover. Since he already knew it was related to her, couldn’t he investigate it himself? In Z City, was there anything Rong Mochen couldn’t uncover? Why should he be manipulated by him? Thinking of this. Xiao Nanqing’s face completely darkened. Damn it! Indeed, there’s no merchant without cunning! Xiao Nanqing angrily slammed the steering wheel, glared fiercely at the villa, and, holding in a bellyful of anger, drove away. The third-floor open-air balcony of the villa, leaning against a tall, broad silhouette. Rong Mochen’s expression cold, his gaze calmly watching the Bugatti drive away from the villa. "Put aside your current work, focus on this matter. I want to know every place she’s been to and every person she’s seen in the past two months, down to the last detail." Rong Mochen’s voice was indifferent, addressing the person on the other end of the phone. "Give me three days." The person on the other end paused before responding. "One day." Rong Mochen lowered his eyelashes, his cold voice allowing no objection. "... Boss Rong, isn’t this too difficult? One day isn’t enough, at the very least..." Before the other party could finish, Rong Mochen directly hung up the phone. Lightly pursing his lips, Rong Mochen frowned, looking at the phone screen where a message had been sent over, two hours ago, hmm... a WeChat message. A simple "question mark"! Rong Mochen’s eyes glanced over the question mark and then fell on the somewhat strange cartoon-like avatar that was all white, his brow furrowing deeper. After pausing for a few seconds, Rong Mochen’s slender fingertips slid across the screen, "Are you asleep?" He sent it. G University’s girls’ dormitory, Jin Jumo lay in bed, about to shut down her phone and sleep when she saw the sudden pop-up WeChat message, startled. She clicked in to see that it was from someone named "Lonely Cigarette." Jin Jumo glanced at the time. It was already close to midnight. She had sent her message close to ten, and he replied two hours later. Squinting her eyes, Jin Jumo subtly replied with another "?" In fact, she wanted to ask who the person was, but she was too lazy to type. After replying, Jin Jumo stared at her phone, waiting for a response. But three minutes passed, and no reply came through. Jin Jumo felt speechless; what a hobby, suddenly sending a message, then disappearing after getting a reply? Deciding not to wait foolishly any longer, Jin Jumo decisively turned off the phone, heading to sleep. Jinming Port City, villa’s underground wine cellar. The red wine aroma was rich and pleasant, Rong Mochen holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and his phone in the other. With his long finger touching the phone screen, his dark eyes stared deeply at the replied message as he walked out of the wine cellar. Next to the villa’s living room, a small bar. Rong Mochen placed his phone on the bar, poured a glass of red wine into a highball glass. During the process of pouring, his eyes never left the phone screen. Over ten minutes had passed, and besides that one sentence, no further messages came through from the other side. Rong Mochen’s thin lips tightened slightly, sitting on the white high stool by the bar. His elegantly large hand picked up the phone again, "Why aren’t you speaking?" Sent it. This time only waited five minutes, and somehow Rong Mochen’s handsome face turned a little grim. No wonder; usually, when big boss asked questions, who dared not reply after such a long time? Rong Mochen clenched his distinct jawline, let out a low snort, threw the phone onto the bar, and left the living room with his wine glass. Recently, he indeed felt terribly sleepy, so Jin Jumo set an alarm for 8:30 before bed, with five-minute intervals in cycles, being quite harsh on herself.