At the studio Peng Cheng Gui put a plate of hot buns on the coffee table as a bribe for Gu Jing to confess why Gu Jing was going on arranged dates. Gu Jing’s confession was postponed because they saw an expensive luxury silver car parked in front of the studio.
The owner of the silver car was Wang Shao Huang. She walked into the studio and she put a ten thousand Yuan cheque next to the plate of hot buns. ‘If you leave Zhen Lang this cheque is yours. If he follows me, my grandpa can give him the brightest future. If you don’t leave him… I’ll oust your forbidden relationship with him to the media… you know how it’s a frowned upon relationship in our home county and it’ll ruin his career.’
Gu Jing bit into a hot bun. She didn’t care if Wang Shao Huang misunderstood hers and Zhen Lang’s relationship. As for the cheque it was petty cash. Her satisfied female clients gave her gifts more valuable than the Wang Shao Haung’s cheque so she felt there was no need to accept such petty cash.
‘Looking at you, you seem like someone who is appealing to sugar daddies with an acquired taste. If you leave Zhen Lang, I’ll introduce you to those men. After you leave Zhen Lang, he’ll realise he likes women,’ Wang Shao Huang said.
Gu Jing felt like she was in a daydream. She was a poor heroine in a romance drama series on TV, and she was forced by a villainess to leave the hero. She didn’t know if she was supposed to cry, rip the cheque in half and declare to Wang Shao Huang – ‘I love Zhen Lang, I don’t need your money, but I’ll leave Zhen Lang.’
The thought of those words to come out from Gu Jing’s mouth, formed a cold sweat at the back of her neck.
Peng Cheng Gui stood nearby and she was talking on the phone. But Peng Cheng Gui didn’t appreciate Wang Shao Huang’s haughty attitude. Peng Cheng Gui secretly exchanged a look with Gu Jing to see whether Gu Jing wanted Peng Cheng Gui to deal with Wang Shao Huang. Gu Jing shook her head and Peng Cheng Gui continued to talk on the phone.
Gu Jing picked up the calculator on the coffee table and she looked coldly at Wang Shao Huang. ‘Is this your best offer for me to leave Zhen Lang?’
‘Yes. The two of you are just fooling around with each other. At the most it’ll last for three years, ten thousand Yuan is enough for you to end things with Zhen Lang,’ Wang Shao Huang said.
‘Enough to end things?’ Gu Jing asked. She frantically calculated a sum of numbers on the calculator. ‘Do you know how much Zhen Lang earns in a month?’
Wang Shao Huang looked confusedly at Gu Jing. Gu Jing’s eyes shone brightly and she laughed mockingly. ‘Zhen Lang is one of the most sought after cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. He specialises in both lung and heart surgeries. His patients all have severe health complications, think about it how much each of his patient is willing to offer him to operate on them. Would you agree each of his patient would offer him between ten thousand and twenty thousand Yuan? If on average he performs three surgeries per month that means in a year he’ll earn at least three hundred thousand Yuan and in three years he’ll earn close to one million Yuan.’ She pushed the calculator in front of Wang Shao Huang. ‘His fixed assets aren’t shabby either. If I live with him for three years, I’ll get to keep half of his assets that’s roughly five hundred thousand Yuan. Add at least three hundred thousand Yuan of his income so I’ll get eight hundred thousand Yuan if I end things with him after three years. But you said ten thousand Yuan is your best offer. You need to at least offer me more than eight hundred thousand Yuan before I’ll consider your offer. When you can afford to give me a one million Yuan cheque, I promise you I’ll strip Zhen Lang naked, tie a bow around him and I’ll personally deliver him to your bed.’
Wang Shao Huang looked at the figure on the calculator and her complexion paled. She thought if she gave ten thousand Yuan to a photographer like Gu Jing was a generous offer. She didn’t expect Gu Jing to rebuff her offer and shamelessly demand more than eight hundred thousand Yuan for Gu Jing to leave Zhen Lang. If she gave Gu Jing such an outrageous cheque she didn’t know how she would explain it to her grandpa.
Gu Jing bit into another bun. ‘Ok, if you have nothing else to say then please leave.’
Wang Shao Huang took a deep breath. ‘I did a background check on Zhen Lang. Since he worked at the hospital he hasn’t been in another relationship with a different man. Put it another way, you just need to disappear and he’ll recover his normal senses. Looking at your background, to make someone like you disappear is too easy.’
Gu Jing thought her daydream turned from a romance drama series into a gangster TV drama. She spat the hot bun out of her mouth and it landed in the middle of Wang Shao Huang’s chest.
Unfortunately for Wang Shao Huang she chose the wrong day to wear a tight white strapless mini dress.
‘Ah!’ Wang Shao Huang cried out.
Wang Shao Huang jumped up and down like a prawn put into a pot of boiling water.
Gu Jing thought Wang Shao Huang looked pitiful. She was about to pass Wang Shao Huang a tissue… but she saw two chicken fillets fell on the floor between Wang Shao Huang’s legs.
Gu Jing crouched and she poked at the chicken fillets, which was still warm and soft. She lifted her head and she saw Wang Shao Huang covered a flat chest.
Gu Jing’s eyes focused on Wang Shao Huang’s flat chest and she smiled warmly. ‘Oh, it appears we’re the same species.’
The humiliated Wang Shao Huang glared at Gu Jing, she turned around and she walked to the front door.
‘Wait…’ Gu Jing said. She took out her phone and she called Zhen Lang. ‘What did you say before? Did you say my relationship with Zhen Lang will only last three years?’
Wang Shao Huang didn’t get a chance to reply, because Gu Jing put her phone on speaker. ‘Mr Vet, how long have we known each other?’
‘Twenty-two years,’ Zhen Lang said through the speaker phone.
‘Ok,’ Gu Jing said and she hung up the phone. She looked coldly at Wang Shao Huang. ‘Miss, do you want to use our change room… to reattach your chicken fillets?’
Wang Shao Huang was outraged. She looked at the clock on the wall, it was half an hour since she arrived at the studio. She thought her driver would be back from his stroll, and she could quickly hide in the car without anyone else to see her flat chest.
Wang Shao Huang straightened her back and she continued to walk to the front door, but Peng Cheng Gui’s loud and clear voice stopped her. ‘Earlier I saw a man parked a silver car in front of our studio and he left. But he parked in a no stopping zone. Since he left as a law abiding citizen the only option I had left was to call the local council’s head office and a tow truck was sent here to take the silver car away.’
Wang Shao Huang was right, her driver did return from his stroll. He stood perplexed in front of the studio, his eyes swept his surroundings but there was no silver car.
***
End of Chapter Eleven
At the studio Peng Cheng Gui put a plate of hot buns on the coffee table as a bribe for Gu Jing to confess why Gu Jing was going on arranged dates. Gu Jing’s confession was postponed because they saw an expensive luxury silver car parked in front of the studio.
The owner of the silver car was Wang Shao Huang. She walked into the studio and she put a ten thousand Yuan cheque next to the plate of hot buns. ‘If you leave Zhen Lang this cheque is yours. If he follows me, my grandpa can give him the brightest future. If you don’t leave him… I’ll oust your forbidden relationship with him to the media… you know how it’s a frowned upon relationship in our home county and it’ll ruin his career.’
Gu Jing bit into a hot bun. She didn’t care if Wang Shao Huang misunderstood hers and Zhen Lang’s relationship. As for the cheque it was petty cash. Her satisfied female clients gave her gifts more valuable than the Wang Shao Haung’s cheque so she felt there was no need to accept such petty cash.
‘Looking at you, you seem like someone who is appealing to sugar daddies with an acquired taste. If you leave Zhen Lang, I’ll introduce you to those men. After you leave Zhen Lang, he’ll realise he likes women,’ Wang Shao Huang said.
Gu Jing felt like she was in a daydream. She was a poor heroine in a romance drama series on TV, and she was forced by a villainess to leave the hero. She didn’t know if she was supposed to cry, rip the cheque in half and declare to Wang Shao Huang – ‘I love Zhen Lang, I don’t need your money, but I’ll leave Zhen Lang.’
The thought of those words to come out from Gu Jing’s mouth, formed a cold sweat at the back of her neck.
Peng Cheng Gui stood nearby and she was talking on the phone. But Peng Cheng Gui didn’t appreciate Wang Shao Huang’s haughty attitude. Peng Cheng Gui secretly exchanged a look with Gu Jing to see whether Gu Jing wanted Peng Cheng Gui to deal with Wang Shao Huang. Gu Jing shook her head and Peng Cheng Gui continued to talk on the phone.
Gu Jing picked up the calculator on the coffee table and she looked coldly at Wang Shao Huang. ‘Is this your best offer for me to leave Zhen Lang?’
‘Yes. The two of you are just fooling around with each other. At the most it’ll last for three years, ten thousand Yuan is enough for you to end things with Zhen Lang,’ Wang Shao Huang said.
‘Enough to end things?’ Gu Jing asked. She frantically calculated a sum of numbers on the calculator. ‘Do you know how much Zhen Lang earns in a month?’
Wang Shao Huang looked confusedly at Gu Jing. Gu Jing’s eyes shone brightly and she laughed mockingly. ‘Zhen Lang is one of the most sought after cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. He specialises in both lung and heart surgeries. His patients all have severe health complications, think about it how much each of his patient is willing to offer him to operate on them. Would you agree each of his patient would offer him between ten thousand and twenty thousand Yuan? If on average he performs three surgeries per month that means in a year he’ll earn at least three hundred thousand Yuan and in three years he’ll earn close to one million Yuan.’ She pushed the calculator in front of Wang Shao Huang. ‘His fixed assets aren’t shabby either. If I live with him for three years, I’ll get to keep half of his assets that’s roughly five hundred thousand Yuan. Add at least three hundred thousand Yuan of his income so I’ll get eight hundred thousand Yuan if I end things with him after three years. But you said ten thousand Yuan is your best offer. You need to at least offer me more than eight hundred thousand Yuan before I’ll consider your offer. When you can afford to give me a one million Yuan cheque, I promise you I’ll strip Zhen Lang naked, tie a bow around him and I’ll personally deliver him to your bed.’
Wang Shao Huang looked at the figure on the calculator and her complexion paled. She thought if she gave ten thousand Yuan to a photographer like Gu Jing was a generous offer. She didn’t expect Gu Jing to rebuff her offer and shamelessly demand more than eight hundred thousand Yuan for Gu Jing to leave Zhen Lang. If she gave Gu Jing such an outrageous cheque she didn’t know how she would explain it to her grandpa.
Gu Jing bit into another bun. ‘Ok, if you have nothing else to say then please leave.’
Wang Shao Huang took a deep breath. ‘I did a background check on Zhen Lang. Since he worked at the hospital he hasn’t been in another relationship with a different man. Put it another way, you just need to disappear and he’ll recover his normal senses. Looking at your background, to make someone like you disappear is too easy.’
Gu Jing thought her daydream turned from a romance drama series into a gangster TV drama. She spat the hot bun out of her mouth and it landed in the middle of Wang Shao Huang’s chest.
Unfortunately for Wang Shao Huang she chose the wrong day to wear a tight white strapless mini dress.
‘Ah!’ Wang Shao Huang cried out.
Wang Shao Huang jumped up and down like a prawn put into a pot of boiling water.
Gu Jing thought Wang Shao Huang looked pitiful. She was about to pass Wang Shao Huang a tissue… but she saw two chicken fillets fell on the floor between Wang Shao Huang’s legs.
Gu Jing crouched and she poked at the chicken fillets, which was still warm and soft. She lifted her head and she saw Wang Shao Huang covered a flat chest.
Gu Jing’s eyes focused on Wang Shao Huang’s flat chest and she smiled warmly. ‘Oh, it appears we’re the same species.’
The humiliated Wang Shao Huang glared at Gu Jing, she turned around and she walked to the front door.
‘Wait…’ Gu Jing said. She took out her phone and she called Zhen Lang. ‘What did you say before? Did you say my relationship with Zhen Lang will only last three years?’
Wang Shao Huang didn’t get a chance to reply, because Gu Jing put her phone on speaker. ‘Mr Vet, how long have we known each other?’
‘Twenty-two years,’ Zhen Lang said through the speaker phone.
‘Ok,’ Gu Jing said and she hung up the phone. She looked coldly at Wang Shao Huang. ‘Miss, do you want to use our change room… to reattach your chicken fillets?’
Wang Shao Huang was outraged. She looked at the clock on the wall, it was half an hour since she arrived at the studio. She thought her driver would be back from his stroll, and she could quickly hide in the car without anyone else to see her flat chest.
Wang Shao Huang straightened her back and she continued to walk to the front door, but Peng Cheng Gui’s loud and clear voice stopped her. ‘Earlier I saw a man parked a silver car in front of our studio and he left. But he parked in a no stopping zone. Since he left as a law abiding citizen the only option I had left was to call the local council’s head office and a tow truck was sent here to take the silver car away.’
Wang Shao Huang was right, her driver did return from his stroll. He stood perplexed in front of the studio, his eyes swept his surroundings but there was no silver car.
***
End of Chapter Eleven
