The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 105: She’s Skilled at This Thing

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: She’s Skilled at This Thing

Jiang Man turned her head.

Who did she think she was?

Seeing a floral shirt swaying in front of her, coupled with the tone just now, she knew who it was without having to look at the face.

"Big brother, stop picking fights."

The girl’s eyebrows and eyes carried impatience, her voice lacking any fluctuations.

At the mention of ’big brother,’ Nan Juefeng’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

In his heart, ’big brother’ meant ’lover.’

Could it be, this was Jiang Man’s boyfriend?

Song Xiao was flamboyant, with a wild way of doing things, while Nan Juefeng was clean-living; the two had nothing in common.

If it weren’t for Lu Xingzhou, Song Xiao wouldn’t have paid the business world much attention.

So now it was Song Xiao who recognized Nan Juefeng, while Nan Juefeng had no idea who Song Xiao was.

"What did you mean by your words just now? I’m having a meal with a friend, how is that poaching?"

Nan Juefeng was unhurried, a stark contrast to Song Xiao’s temperament.

Song Xiao stood there, arrogant, impolite.

Nan Juefeng sat, graceful, very polite.

"Manman, she is..."

Before Song Xiao could finish his sentence, Jiang Man leaped up and kicked him: "Big brother, shut your mouth first."

She was grinding her teeth.

Nan Juefeng was a big shot in Beicheng, and they had just chatted about the past.

The Nan family owned a military industry, which might have crossed paths with her father in business.

She didn’t want to reveal too much information in front of Nan Juefeng, including the fact that she was secretly married to Lu Xingzhou.

"Brother Nan, I’m really sorry, let’s consider this meal on me today, we’ll catch up another time."

As Jiang Man spoke, she signaled Song Xiao with her eyes to go pay the bill.

Song Xiao was angry but dared not speak out.

Although he was her brother, he was somewhat intimidated by this sister, afraid of upsetting the little ancestor.

After obediently paying the bill, he followed Jiang Man’s steps.

Nan Juefeng looked at the food in front of him; he had actually eaten quite a bit already.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Shen Yu immediately stepped forward and offered him a piece of chewing gum.

It was his habit, no matter what he had eaten, he would always chew gum to freshen his breath.

However, unlike before, this time he didn’t take the chewing gum right away, but instead picked up his phone to call Han Shuo.

Han Shuo had just entered a bar, and roaring heavy metal music filled his ears.

He raised his voice, "What? Check on Jiang Man again?"

"Just check her current situation to see if she’s single, what her relationship with her family is like; these are things you can find out by simply asking around, don’t think of fobbing me off with a few words again."

"Yes, yes, I’ll have someone inquire, no! I’ll go myself!" Han Shuo was helpless.

He knew that this Jiang Man was Nan Juefeng’s Achilles’ heel.

If she was spoken for, he reckoned Nan Juefeng would be heartbroken.

...

Elsewhere.

Jiang Man left the riverside and got into Song Xiao’s car.

Song Xiao complained a bit, "Why didn’t you let me clarify just now? Could it be you want to cuckold Xingzhou?"

"Speechless." Jiang Man rolled her eyes.

Biting her lip, she glared at Song Xiao, her gaze both cold and devilish.

"Are you sick? Nan Juefeng and I knew each other as kids; we were both sickly and bonded over that, is catching up after so many years not allowed?"

"Ah?" Song Xiao seemed to hear something nonsensical: "Tsk, no, it’s just, sister, you have quite the network. You get sick and end up being sick buddies with him? Do you know he’s Xingzhou’s archenemy, always going against Lu’s businesses these past years?"

"I know, so what?" Jiang Man’s tone was irritated, her fair skin flushing with a hint of redness from anger.

Men in this country were outrageous, what era was it that a woman couldn’t have a meal with someone of the opposite sex without being interrogated?

Had the trend of oppressing women in the feudal era not blown over yet?

Or had the ancient ancestors risen from the dead to ’overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming’?

Jiang Man had only one feeling – ridiculous.

Song Xiao fell silent, suddenly feeling as if he were indeed sick.

Xingzhou hadn’t even bothered to confront her, so what was he yelling about just now? Like a small clown jumping up and down – he wasn’t even her blood-related older brother.

"Sorry about that, my bad habit of being nosy kicked in again."

Song Xiao hastily apologized.

In fact, he didn’t realize that his restlessness a moment ago was actually due to jealousy.

But due to Jiang Man and Lu Xingzhou’s relationship, he hadn’t yet become aware of his own true feelings in this matter.

"You shouldn’t have class this afternoon, right? You just enrolled, so you’re pretty much just killing time at the university," Song Xiao said with an insinuation.

Jiang Man glared at him, "If you have something to say, spit it out. If you have to fart, just fart."

Her attitude was terrible, very impatient.

But Song Xiao was not annoyed at all; instead, he grinned, trying to curry favor, "Don’t you girls love amusement parks? So, this afternoon, I’ll accompany you—Universal Studios or Happy Valley?"

Jiang Man was very interested in extreme things, like roller coasters, pendulum rides, bungee jumping... she was interested in trying these things out.

"It’s not a no."

She paused, "Bring along my country cousin, you don’t mind, do you?"

She remembered Wen Rui’s soft, easily toppled little face.

They had class committee elections today, and she had troubled her.

She was always the type to repay a small kindness with a spring of gratitude.

"Cousin? Sure, is she pretty?" As soon as he heard it was a girl, Song Xiao readily agreed.

"She looks quite cute," said Jiang Man indifferently, suddenly feeling a bit muddled in her head.

She remembered Wen Rui had an old phone, one that looked like it had been used for many years, but she had not asked for the number.

Thinking it over, she sent a message to Zhang Ziqi.

[Is Wen Rui with you guys? What’s her phone number—give me it.]

Zhang Ziqi replied almost instantly, as she was currently sprawled in her dorm, engrossed in a chat with a senior she had just hooked up with.

When she saw the message was from Jiang Man, she didn’t dare delay.

"Lili, do you know Wen Rui’s mobile number?"

Mao Lili was sitting under her bunk bed at that moment; their dorm had beds on top and wardrobes and desks underneath.

She was using the La Mer treatment Song Xiao had given her, indulging in vanity.

"No clue, who would want to ask for her contact with that pauper look?"

"Manman is asking," said Zhang Ziqi seriously.

"What?" Mao Lili was somewhat jealous, "I really don’t get it, why does Manman have such a soft spot for that bumpkin."

While she grumbled, she searched through the class committee’s contact list.

That morning they had chosen a tall guy named Lu Qingsong as their class president.

The guy was on the ball; he responded immediately to her message.

"Got the number," Mao Lili read out the numbers to Zhang Ziqi.

Zhang Ziqi paused and kept a trick up her sleeve.

Soon, Jiang Man received Wen Rui’s number and called her.

After the phone got through, she waited a long time before the other side picked up.

"Hello..." Wen Rui’s voice was pinched, somewhat cautious, "May I ask who this is?"

"Me," Jiang Man said in a cool voice, "Come out to play."

"Ah?" Wen Rui could hardly believe it.

Didn’t her cousin dislike her? She was actually willing to take her out to play?

"Sure," she said, ecstatic yet restrained, "Cousin, never mind, I better not go."

Jiang Man knew what the young girl was hesitating about.

She had been poor before; she understood the mindset of the poor.

"I’ve got money. You helped me with voting for class committee this morning, consider it thanks."

"That’s okay then," Wen Rui felt relieved.

"Ten more minutes, wait for me at the north gate of the school."

"Okay," Wen Rui obediently nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Man let out a sigh of relief.

Song Xiao could hardly believe it, "Manman, you were so gentle just now."

He had thought that Jiang Man was always cold, but he didn’t expect she had another side to her.

As they turned a corner with their car, nearing the gate of the Bei Yin conservatory, the mobile phone on the center console rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Song Xiao slapped his forehead, "Shoot, forgot there was something else."

Zhang Neng and Jiang Man—he would definitely pick the latter.

So he put on his Bluetooth headset, "Sorry, Zhang, I’m not free this afternoon, come to my house some other day."

Zhang Neng was flabbergasted; didn’t the BOSS imply it was urgent? Why wasn’t it urgent now?

"Mr. Song, I’m globally known as a hacker, taking orders on the dark web starts at ten million at least. I’m not some freelancer you find on 58.com. Anyway, please look elsewhere!"

Snap—

The big shot was full of character, refusing to serve any longer.

Song Xiao was at a loss for words.

This guy sure had a temper!

"Brother, what did you need him for? Isn’t he a Lu Corp tech guru?" Jiang Man asked knowingly.

Song Xiao twitched his mouth, hiding his awkwardness, "There was a burglary at home, and the surveillance was tampered with. It’s no big deal, didn’t want to call the police, just thought of having him come over to restore the surveillance."

As soon as she heard that, Jiang Man was instantly intrigued.

This kind of stuff—she was good at it!