Chapter 108 She Saw Another Woman Embracing Him With Her Own Eyes

She vaguely sensed that this was not just an open and covert struggle, but also a grand “Feast at Hongmen.” Linglan asked, “Why bring me here?”

Mo Zhicheng smiled faintly. “To train you!” he said simply.

Train her?! Linglan smiled bitterly. Perhaps he had begun to trust her. She said no more, feeling no triumph in her heart.

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Bai Yuchen hurried to NightCity. Bai’s mother had lost eight million in one afternoon. He rushed with the ransom money to repay the debt for her. If not for his mother, he would never have ventured into NightCity so easily, but this matter was urgent, so he made an exception.

Upon arriving at NightCity, Bai Yuchen discovered that it was a yellow-haired girl who had won against Bai’s mother and the group of gossipy women.

Bai Yuchen narrowed his eyes, hooked his foot over the chair, and sat down casually, scrutinizing the woman across from him. Bai’s mother, seeing this, feared her son would stand up for her and vent her frustration, but she had lost eight million all afternoon!

Her heart was already weak; today was no longer a day to gamble. Besides, she knew her son well—the family’s little master of games. She quickly pulled back, advising, “Let’s clear the debt and leave quickly.”

But Bai Yuchen was unhurried, leaning lazily in his chair. “Why rush, Mom? Eight million — do you think she’ll just hand it over?”

The woman lowered the brim of her hat quietly, only her fingers intertwined visibly. She smiled faintly. “What, bringing reinforcements? Still think losing isn’t enough?”

She slowly looked up, her clear eyes shining brightly under the pale wall lamp. For the first time, Bai Yuchen was deeply moved by those eyes. They carried a natural confidence. He liked confident women, especially those who combined beauty with intelligence.

Seeing him silent for a moment, she smiled lightly and said, “What, scared now?”

Scared? That word didn’t exist in Bai Yuchen’s dictionary. His heart stirred—not with fear, but attraction to those beautiful eyes, to her fair and delicate face. Finally, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, seizing the pile of chips on the table and casually tossing them in front of the dealer, “Bet.”

A worthy opponent made things interesting. He wanted to see just how capable this woman was.

She showed no sign of retreat, giving the dealer a signal. “Deal!”

Several rounds passed with no clear winner.

Bai Yuchen glanced at his hole cards, then at the woman opposite. She studied her cards seriously; her slender brows furrowed in thought, plotting her strategy. She was even more captivating when focused.

Before long, a crowd gathered around the table, curious to see who would win in this intense duel. Just then, the dealer coming on shift caught sight of the woman in the pink baseball cap—it was none other than...

The dealer immediately reported to the supervisor, who promptly informed the company headquarters.

In the Tiancheng conference room, a quarterly project development meeting was underway, with the three major project managers exchanging views.

When Tang Pei received the news, he was momentarily stunned, then quietly rose and approached Mo Zhicheng’s side, whispering something into his ear. The once lively room suddenly fell silent, as if one could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned sharply to the man at the front. Linglan scanned the room, sensing everyone’s curiosity and speculation. She shifted her gaze to Tang Pei and Mo Zhicheng, noticing the latter’s somber expression. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind: what was going on?

Mo Zhicheng looked at his watch, nodded at Tang Pei. “Keep an eye on her. Continue the meeting; I’ll find her afterward.”

“Understood!” Tang Pei left and hurried to pass on the order. Linglan looked at Mo Zhicheng in confusion, but he said only, “Carry on.”

Yet among the twenty or so people around the table, some resumed speaking, while others exchanged uneasy glances.

Linglan, caught among them, couldn’t help but stare at their varied expressions. Soon, a female colleague beside her caught wind of a rumor. While the meeting continued, she quietly scribbled on a slip of paper: “Do you know what just happened?”

Linglan glanced over and caught the tiny writing.

Another whispered, “What is it?”

The first wrote back: “I heard Miss Leng has returned to the country and is at the casino.”

Leng Tingyu?!

When Linglan saw those three characters clearly, her hand gripping the pen tightened. It felt like a sudden blow struck her chest, a stabbing pain tearing through her heart. She quietly raised her head and looked at the man. Mo Zhicheng met her gaze, their eyes locking momentarily.

She was stunned. Leng Tingyu was back—returned! Her breathing quickened. That overwhelming strange feeling surged within her like crashing waves, stirring towering tides.

What was happening to her? What was wrong?

Mo Zhicheng saw the furrowed lines between her brows, her pale and slender face growing even paler. He took out his phone and, breaking protocol, turned it on during the meeting.

Buzz—

The vibration snapped Linglan back to the present. She withdrew her gaze and saw her phone on the table, ringing persistently.

Afraid of disrupting the meeting, she quickly grabbed it, clutching it tightly to prevent further sounds. Lowering her head, she quietly read the message: “What’s on my face? You’re staring so intently.”

She froze completely. Before she could recover, another message arrived: “Keep your head down, or you’ll get wrinkles on your neck.”

Her vision blurred, her mind a chaotic mess. She typed back: “President Mo, it’s meeting time.”

Her cold reply surprised her with its sharpness. Unexpectedly, he sent another message: “Turn to the last page of your notebook.”

Linglan flipped the pages quietly and found a brand-new gold card tucked in the back. She was puzzled: What was this?

Why was he giving her money?

He replied: “The password is your birthday. Use it to pay off the remaining mortgage.”

Was this a desperate move prompted by something she said carelessly? Or did he know she wouldn’t accept it, so he slipped it into her notebook? Linglan bit her lip, but in her mind floated the image of another woman.

Leng Tingyu... Leng Tingyu...

Nearby, a woman whispered softly, “You still don’t know? There have been rumors for a while. Leng Tingyu returned home and directly took over as Tiancheng’s Business Director. Her father holds shares in Tiancheng. Over the years, Tiancheng’s performance has doubled, and shareholders have reaped the benefits. President Mo has created enormous wealth for them. They selfishly want their own people in Tiancheng, but Leng, as a woman, just returned and immediately took such a high position—that’s a first.”

Those words rang clearly in Linglan’s ears. A first? Was it because of Mo Zhicheng’s favor toward the Leng family, or did Leng Tingyu mean something special to him?

Linglan sighed, unable to explain the strong sense of rejection stirring within her.

She remembered when she was recovering from her injury, at the spiral staircase’s corner. He sat in the living room, interrupting Tang Pei’s report just to answer that woman’s call. The word “Tingyu” escaped his lips softly. At that moment, she couldn’t see his expression but heard the tenderness in his voice.

She remembered him bathing and wiping her. When the phone rang, he left, only to answer another call for her—a soft “Tingyu” again. He stood by the window, seemingly avoiding her, yet his concern for that woman was unmistakable.

She remembered secretly reading his messages late at night, seeing that woman’s fresh and delicate features, and reading her intimate words: “Zhicheng, wait for me!”

These images crashed repeatedly against her heart. She knew he was expecting her return but hadn’t anticipated it so soon, so suddenly. That aching sting in her chest spread endlessly.

What was wrong with her? What was really wrong? After much thought, she sent him a colder rejection: “I don’t want your money.”

Six harsh words. The moment she pressed send, regret washed over her, but the words could not be taken back.

Her phone seemed possessed by a demon, plunging into endless silence. No reply came.

She looked up, stealing a glance at him. He was watching her, his gaze heavy and intense. She shouldn’t act on impulse.

She stared at the phone, as if hoping, waiting for something. Still, no response came.

Suddenly, a message arrived. A flicker of joy crossed her eyes as she opened it, her hands trembling slightly.

“Is it so hard for you to accept what I give?”

She was stunned, then another message appeared: “Once I give something, there’s no taking it back.”

The words exuded dominance and strength. That was exactly the kind of man he was.

The meeting ended early, and Mo Zhicheng left first. Linglan watched his departing figure and followed the dispersing crowd out of the room.

Tang Pei followed alongside Mo Zhicheng, reporting as they walked, “Miss Leng is waiting for you in the lounge.”

“Isn’t she gambling?” Mo Zhicheng smiled faintly.

“I heard she won eight million all afternoon, but then a master showed up. Miss Leng lost not only the entire eight million but an additional two and a half million.”

Upon hearing the two and a half million, Mo Zhicheng smiled knowingly. “Was it intentional to lose that much?”

“Looks like it.”

Mo Zhicheng pondered, then turned to Tang Pei. “Pull the footage later. If someone can beat Leng Tingyu, find out who they are. Have they been spotted in NightCity before? Winning ten million in just two hours is no small matter. Check it out.”

“Understood.”

When Mo Zhicheng pushed open the lounge door, he heard a woman say, “So you finally show up, Mr. Mo!”

He looked and saw the girl dressed in sportswear, wearing a pink baseball cap, casually leaning on a leather sofa, playing with her phone. “It’s really hard to see you, Mr. Mo…”

Mo Zhicheng raised an eyebrow and sat beside her. “Didn’t you say you’d call me when you returned? What’s this? A surprise attack?” His voice was low. He glanced sideways at the woman before him. “Leng Tingyu.”

Tingyu smiled and threw an arm around his shoulder, leaning close and lowering her voice. “Yes, a surprise attack. Let’s see if you’re hiding any women here.” She laughed, her black-and-white eyes swirling with subtle whirlpools.

The lounge was surrounded by glass walls. Linglan, standing not far away, saw that intimate embrace clearly. She halted in her tracks, her gaze involuntarily following his footsteps, unwilling to witness the scene with her own eyes.