Chapter 16: Your Girlfriend Cheated on You
Nanbo City, second floor of the tea shop.
Lu Qingqi glared at the man across from him, who was methodically brewing tea, his teeth grinding.
Liu Wangjiang slid a cup of warm Biluochun toward him. Lu Qingqi glanced at it, leaving it untouched. “Spit it out. Why’d you drag me here? What’s your game?”
“My time’s valuable. I’m not wasting it on a short-lived ghost like you.”
“After all these years, you haven’t changed.”
Liu Wangjiang shook his head with a chuckle, then casually flipped open his briefcase and pushed a few photos across the table.
Lu Qingqi’s eyes landed on them, and his pupils contracted sharply. The background was a hotel. Yuki Shirahara, in a beige short padded jacket, walked arm-in-arm with a man.
The angle was tricky—the man’s face was obscured, only a vague outline of his back visible.
Lu Qingqi gripped the photos tight, brows furrowing. “What’s this supposed to mean?”
Liu Wangjiang sipped his tea, voice even. “Don’t you remember? I told you in high school—Bai Yuanxue’s a btch.”
“You’re full of sht!” Lu Qingqi slammed the table, tea sloshing. “Sour grapes! You tried to steal my girlfriend and failed. Now you’re faking photos to drive a wedge?”
“Xue’er’s got mysophobia and pushes platonic love. No way she’s sneaking around. Even if she wanted a rich second-gen, wouldn’t that be me? If it was about money, she’d ask me straight. Seven years, not a penny. You think I’m blind?”
Liu Wangjiang didn’t reply. His deep purple eyes, like glass submerged in ocean depths, gleamed. Then he smiled, the warmth reaching his gaze.
Yes, that’s it—trust, absolute trust.
The deeper the trust now, the sharper the pain later.
Seven years of love, all a lie, cheating from day one. Lu Qingqi, as a man, if you can’t hold onto your woman, how pathetic are you?
Still worthy of being a man?
“Qingqi, I never saw you as an enemy. That high school mess? A misunderstanding. She wanted to split us.”
Lu Qingqi sneered.
“Thanks, but I’ve always seen you as my rival. You say she framed you to drive us apart? What woman risks her innocence for that?”
Liu Wangjiang didn’t answer, just tapped the table lightly, voice soft as water. “Photo’s from last Wednesday. I can pull hotel records. I’ve got connections, you know.”
“The Liu family’s not what it was, but it’s still got weight.”
“I know, I know. Everyone in Nanbo City knows you’re Celestial Dragon stock. Founding fathers who followed the first Speaker to conquer the world. Without that fire, I wouldn’t be a second-gen.”
The boy pouted.
Both second-gens, but Liu Wangjiang’s wealth dwarfed his. Even in decline, a sinking ship had three thousand nails.
“Call and ask. Or… you don’t dare. Can’t face being cucked.”
Lu Qingqi’s temper flared. If it was a fight, bring it—he wasn’t scared of Liu Wangjiang.
He dialed Yuki’s best friend. “Hey, Tianwen, quick question. You shop with Xue’er last Wednesday? Her cosmetics shipped, courier needs verification.”
Silence for two seconds, then confusion. “Last Wednesday? No, Mr. Lu. My boyfriend and I were at the hospital. Didn’t go out with Yuanxue, and she didn’t invite me shopping.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
He hung up, face darkening, and dialed another.
It rang long before connecting. He repeated the question; the answer was blunt. “Wednesday? We planned afternoon tea, but Yuanxue bailed—said she had something.”
One, two… calls piled up