vrcanaries Chapter 123 The Little Liar
Chapter 123 The Little Liar
Are you in business? What kind of business could generate this kind of aura?
Feeling a sudden chill, Su Lejia glanced at Song Xinye again, her curiosity growing, but she dared not ask any more questions in an instant.
At that moment, Jiang Qin glanced at Song Xinye, looked at Su Lejia, and put a piece of food into her best friend's bowl.
"Lele, this is delicious, you should try it."
Su Lejia met Jiang Qin's gaze, as if she understood, but she wasn't quite sure, because she felt that something was wrong.
But it was clearly not the right time to talk too much, so Su Lejia nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Jiang Qin finished eating the food in her bowl and then turned to look outside the glass door.
Yuan Lianqing was currently facing the opposite direction from her, and when she turned around, her view was blocked by the curtains next to the restaurant booths behind her, so she simply looked away.
Indeed, Yuan Lianqing is almost fifty years old, and the other party has been a spoiled and arrogant rich girl since childhood. She has both methods and courage.
Now she is the most powerful lady in the Huo family besides the old lady. How could she be bullied?
Besides, during the four years she was secretly married to Huo Sili, hadn't her mother-in-law bullied her enough?
Jiang Qin hadn't forgotten how Yuan Lianqing had humiliated and tormented her every few days.
If she were to go out and help now, then she would truly deserve the suffering she had endured in the past.
Recently, Jiang Qin has been enjoying spicy food. This Hunan restaurant is very authentic and the dishes are very fragrant. Oblivious to everything else, Jiang Qin picked up her chopsticks and continued eating.
Meanwhile, on the side of the street, Yuan Lianqing and her middle-aged maid confronted three young men.
Yuan Lianqing, who was always arrogant and haughty when she met people, subconsciously adopted her usual bad temper when facing these three cold-faced young men.
"Delete photos? Who are you? Don't make baseless accusations. I didn't take any photos. Besides, even if I did, who are you? What right do you have to tell me what I photographed?"
Not only that, but the three people in front of her were dressed very ordinarily, with no brand logos visible on their clothes, and the fabric was of the lowest quality in Yuan Lianqing's eyes.
Having spent decades navigating the industry, Yuan Lianqing, who had long since developed the habit of judging people by their clothes, gave the three of them no friendly treatment.
The woman tilted her head back, speaking almost with her nose in her head: "Young man, if you have time, go make some more money! Ah, dressed like that, you're just meddling in other people's business. You guys really have nothing better to do!"
Upon hearing this, the young man with a buzz cut who had been expressionless in front of Yuan Lianqing frowned. "Auntie, I saw you take the photos with my own eyes. We were just following orders. Please don't make things difficult for us."
Noticing Yuan Lianqing glaring at him, the man quickened his pace: "Please show us the photo album. If you took the photos, please delete them completely, and this matter will be over."
"I already said I didn't take any pictures!" As soon as the other person finished speaking, Yuan Lianqing frowned and said with her neck stiff.
The curly-haired young man next to the buzz-cut guy who had just spoken couldn't stand it anymore.
"Auntie, if you didn't take any pictures, then show them to us," the curly-haired young man said sharply, clearly not as good-tempered as the buzz-cut man. "How are we supposed to know if you took any or not if we don't look? Or are you just pretending you didn't? I think you're just feeling guilty!"
Guilty?
No, what did he just call her? "Auntie?"
Yuan Lianqing choked on her words, too angry to speak: "Hey, young man! How dare you talk like that?! You're so rude!"
This was the first time in her life that anyone had called her "auntie," and Yuan Lianqing was so angry that her face turned red, and she shouted the words out.
“And you too!” Yuan Lianqing pointed at the man who had just spoken, and another man who hadn’t said a word yet.
"Don't push your luck! Do you know who I am? One phone call from me and you're all in deep trouble! How dare you interfere with me?! I think you're all insane!"
"Then let's call the police." Seeing Yuan Lianqing's reaction, the man Song Xinye had sent to check the situation suddenly spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Lianqing's expression changed slightly, even though she was still arrogantly about to make a statement.
What did he say... call the police?
Before Yuan Lianqing could react, the man opposite her pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and covered his ear with the phone, saying, "Yes, officers, we encountered an auntie who was causing trouble and illegally taking photos. We don't know if she has mental problems. Could you please come over?"
Then he gave the detailed address.
Having been domineering for decades, Yuan Lianqing had never seen anyone treat her like this before. They actually said she had mental problems!
Yuan Lianqing's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, her index finger trembling with anger as she pointed at the man. "You... what did you say?!"
A few minutes later, at the Huo Group headquarters.
Huo Sili, who rarely comes to the company to work overtime on Saturdays, is handling his official business with a blank expression.
The office area on the floor where the president's office is located has only one senior secretary working, and they are all very far apart. Compared with a normal weekday, the whole floor is unusually deserted.
A chilly autumn wind blew in through the window, flipping through the single-page documents on the table. Horstley opened a drawer and took out a paperweight to weigh it down.
My gaze lingered on the ceramic orange cat-shaped paperweight, lying adorably in the grass, for a long time.
Frowning as she recalled, the girl's face in her memory overlapped with the face in the photos she had seen in a chat window on her phone not long ago. The girl in the past had a smile in her eyes, and the girl in the photos also had a smile in her eyes.
However, although he was smiling, the person he was smiling at was different.
A little liar.
Horst's eyes darkened, and his thin lips twitched slightly. But just as he was about to pick up his pen to continue working, he realized that this was the last paper document.
The approvals are complete, and I also replied to the emails this morning.
The silent Yunhai Hua Mansion appeared in his mind, and Huo Sili frowned, his hand gripping the mouse again.
I plan to conduct spot checks on the reports submitted by each branch office, even though those reports are usually only reviewed once a month.
However, just as he double-clicked the file, a ringtone went off. Seeing who it was, Horst frowned, waited a moment, and then picked it up and opened it.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
A few seconds later, Hosley frowned and his expression turned cold.
At this part of the restaurant, Jiang Qin stopped paying attention to what was happening outside.
However, one thing was also clear—the man sitting diagonally opposite had not returned, which meant that the negotiations with Yuan Lianqing were not yet over.
Just then, sirens sounded, and a police car drove by and stopped on the side of the road.
Jiang Qin raised an eyebrow, while Song Xinye looked at Jiang Qin and said, "It seems the person you know is quite stubborn."
Su Lejia, who was sitting next to her, had already finished eating and drinking. Upon hearing this, she looked back. Her seat was close to the glass door, so although she was also facing away from the people outside, it was easier for her to turn around and look than for Jiang Qin. Her eyes widened immediately.
"What's going on? Why did they call Uncle Hat over?"
Song Xinye: "I guess they're not cooperating with deleting the photos?"
"Huh?" Su Lejia had missed Yuan Lianqing's secret filming because she was eating earlier, and when she asked what happened later, she didn't get any follow-up information. So this time, she really didn't understand. Delete the photos? What photos?
No, isn't she on the table? Why does it feel like she's not here? Why can't I understand what this person is saying?
“Yuan Lianqing just took a picture of us without our knowledge, photoshopped you and the other person out, and then sent it to Huo Sili,” Jiang Qin said.
In response, Su Lejia first widened her eyes and frowned, then was about to burst into a tirade, but she held it back and looked at Song Xinye diagonally opposite her, and then at Jiang Qin.
Then Song Xinye looked at Jiang Qin and asked in confusion, "Huo Sili? Who is Huo Sili?"
Su Lejia's eyes widened in disbelief, feeling as if she were inside a stove rather than in a restaurant.
No, this guy is doomed! He's going to be dumped before he even starts dating!
"He is my current husband." Jiang Qin said in a calm tone, without deliberately lowering her voice.
"We were secretly married for four years and are now preparing for a divorce."
A tall figure walked in through the restaurant entrance and suddenly paused.
Immediately following was an incredulous voice: "Jiang Qin, what did you say?"
It wasn't Song Xinye who spoke, but Yuan Lianqing.
Jiang Qin looked in the direction of the voice, but did not see Yuan Lianqing's face.
Instead, they were captured by a pair of dark, unfathomable pupils.
Huo Sili's pale face was tense, and his dark gaze met hers. The emotion in his eyes was as heavy as the dark sky and low, rolling clouds during a torrential downpour in the summer in Shenzhen, where she was currently registered.
The two looked at each other across the distance; Huo Sili's eyes were deep, while Jiang Qin's expression was indifferent.
Yuan Lianqing's voice rang out again, "Jiang Qin, what you just did..."
Yuan Lianqing was about to walk forward when Huo Sili coldly reached out and stopped her.
She tried to push him away but couldn't. Yuan Lianqing was angry but didn't dare to move, and continued speaking.
"You just said you want to divorce my son, Sili?!"