Deliberately Approaching
Chapter 226: Impulsiveness is the Devil!

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Impulsiveness is the Devil!

"Are you kidding me, just coming up and grabbing my hand!"

"Is my hand there for you to grab whenever you want, to pull and drag around? Dare to do it again, and I’ll have Cheng Shi cripple you!"

Tang Xiaowan complained as she walked, arriving at the parking area without realizing it, where Cheng Shi had already opened the car door.

"Why did you go to the big playground just now, weren’t you supposed to wait here for me in the morning? Not listening again, huh?" Tang Xiaowan said indignantly.

She wasn’t angry with Cheng Shi; she was angry with herself for being weak and defenseless.

"It was Mr. Leng who asked me to go."

"He asked you to go? Where is he then?"

"I don’t know, he sent a message."

As Tang Xiaowan spoke with suspicion, Cheng Shi wasn’t lying; it was indeed just a message.

Leng Lingxiao’s usual style of dealing with an incident like the reporter ambush had always been to not utter a word and simply drive away.

This time, he chose to counter the plan.

He wanted to see what the mastermind behind the scenes was aiming for, whether they were deliberately stirring up trouble.

Leng Lingxiao was certain that Li Zishen would go to watch the game after seeing the interview with the reporters, and since he couldn’t leave immediately and be present there himself, he sent Cheng Shi to prevent Tang Xiaowan from being forcibly taken away.

And as it turned out, his guess was right.

The SUV started up slowly, and just as Tang Xiaowan was about to check her phone, Leng Lingxiao’s call came through.

"Hello, have you gotten in the car?"

"What were you doing just now, why didn’t you..."

Tang Xiaowan abruptly stopped mid-sentence. After all, Leng Lingxiao wasn’t obliged to do anything; her competition had nothing to do with him.

But Leng Lingxiao, as if he had the mind reading technique, sighed softly.

"I was stopped by reporters and couldn’t leave, so I missed your glorious victory. I’m sorry. Thankfully, I was prepared. During the competition, didn’t you hear a lot of people shouting for Tang Xiaowan to cheer up?"

"Wow, I thought they were classmates!"

"It’s good that you heard it. Also, if you encounter Li Zishen again and he dares to be ungentlemanly, just kick him directly. Is your hand meant to be casually grabbed by any man? Are you that afraid of him?"

His tone was thick with jealousy that seemed like it would burst through the phone if it weren’t for the screen separating them.

Tang Xiaowan: "..."

So Huahua already knew!

Sigh, it’s not about being scared; it’s about the disparity in strength!

"It’s easy for you to say; I’m a girl without much strength. Can I compare with you? Though, if we’re getting back to it, he’s actually quite pitiable; he’s been lacking love since he was little."

Her sweet laugh tried to cover the awkwardness.

Leng Lingxiao was about to sign a document but stood up in a huff: "He’s pitiable; he lacks love? Why don’t you feel sorry for me?"

"But you have me, what’s there to pity?"

The line went quiet.

At that moment, Tang Xiaowan wished she could punch herself for saying that.

"Is that true, Tangtang?"

"Hey, Tangtang, why aren’t you speaking? Say it again, I didn’t hear it clearly just now."

Leng Lingxiao wasn’t that he hadn’t heard clearly; he had heard it all and wanted to relive the feeling that had his heart racing and wild as a horse again.

"Huahua, what I meant to say is, at least you still have me as a good friend. As for Li Zishen, ever since he was small, ever since, anyway, that’s what I mean. Please don’t misunderstand. I have to go now, bye."

Tang Xiaowan couldn’t go on explaining and abruptly hung up the phone, her cheeks flushed.

This kind of slip of the tongue had happened for the second time.

Last time was in Mei Garden, where she said something equally nonsensical.

Oh my god, am I going crazy?

She looked out the window, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, at Jinshan Villa, a smile flickered across Leng Lingxiao’s face, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared before returning again.

Zhao Renjie stood there prim and proper, watching the whole scene.

"Old Zhao, go fetch..."

Leng Lingxiao’s words trailed off as he suddenly forgot the name he was about to say, as if his whole brain was filled with Tang Xiaowan’s words.

His eyes couldn’t hide the excitement.

"Manager Feng?" Zhao Renjie offered.

"Yes, have him bring... what was it... over here, now."

"Yes, Master."

Despite Leng Lingxiao’s ambiguous instructions, Zhao Renjie still understood and nodded before leaving.

Though he was nominally the butler or bodyguard, and sometimes even acted as a masseur, many of Leng Lingxiao’s matters were handled through him. Thus, it wouldn’t be overstating to call him a personal secretary.

Leng Lingxiao was always on the go, without a fixed office location. Whenever he arrived in a new city, the relevant personnel had to accompany him.

What if they were unable to leave on business?

Zhao Renjie would become the temporary replacement, akin to a chairman’s secretary. It might seem as though he held no administrative power, yet he was deeply trusted by Leng Lingxiao and someone others dare not offend.

Over time, in the group, whether managers or executives, all began to hold him in high regard and respectfully addressed him as Brother Zhao.

A few minutes later, Feng Jiaming arrived.

Thirty years old, slender, not very tall - around 175 cm - but he had an efficient air about him and seemed to be someone with strong ambition.

His shirt was neat, his tie straight.

In his hands, he held the just-completed project plan and related reports.

"Jiaming, I’m going to rest for a few days. During this time, stay in Jin City. Unless the sky falls... don’t call me."

"Yes, Chairman."

"The medical supplies need to be expedited. Keep an eye on Li Group as well. They’ve been..."

Leng Lingxiao instructed leisurely.

At this moment, Zhao Renjie was frowning, seemingly pondering on something in silence.

He was always cautious, taking care of every detail.

Often, even if Leng Lingxiao didn’t speak, he could guess what was needed and prepare in advance to ensure everything was flawless.

...

Jinyuan Academy, Building 29.

Tang Xiaowan had finished her meal and was sleeping soundly when she was rudely awakened by the knocking of Wang Meijuan.

"Miss, Miss, Li Zishen is here."

Her tone conveyed panic, as if something disastrous had occurred.

"Li Zishen, what’s he doing here?"

Tang Xiaowan yawned and stretched lazily.

"You’ll see if you go downstairs!"

After heading downstairs, Tang Xiaowan saw Li Zishen, smart in his suit, and a living room full of red roses, each bloom vibrant as if freshly picked.

There was no uniform arrangement, just bunches and bunches, all wrapped in shades of grey.

That was the color Tang Xiaowan preferred.

So that’s why it smells so good!

Did he move the entire flower shop here?

Sheesh, isn’t he afraid of pollen allergies?

As she muttered to herself, she suddenly bit her lip, then tucked her slender hands behind her back, a bad premonition creeping over her.

She saw the yard, which looked like a sea of flowers.

Bright and red, not in bouquets, but in baskets—all red roses.

This guy must be crazy!

"You, with all these flowers, what’s the matter?" Tang Xiaowan asked with furrowed brows, slightly flustered.

Only then did Li Zishen slowly approach.

"Xiao Wan, do you know? Liking someone doesn’t have any reason. No matter how much you try to control it, you can’t help wanting to be near her, even if she’s a great distance away, even if she doesn’t remember anything."

"Sorry, I don’t feel that way."

A vein visibly throbbed at Li Zishen’s temple before he stepped directly in front of Tang Xiaowan, close enough to hear each other’s breathing.

"Really not at all?"

Tang Xiaowan cleared her throat, "Not at all."

At that moment, Li Zishen pulled out a delicately wrapped small gift box from his left inner pocket and slowly opened it.

It was a ring, with a sapphire.