Chapter 80: The Cockroach in the Bathroom

Before Liu Zhiping could finish, Mu Qingcheng was already so shocked that she couldn't utter a word, not even noticing when her phone slipped from her hand. As the true helmswoman of the Mu family, her grasp of the bigger picture was on par with the heads of the four great clans. She knew all too well what kind of existence Fookang was, and what dire consequences would follow if one crossed them.

Zhang Ming and Xue Kun had no idea what had just happened; they imagined something momentous must have occurred. But upon reflection, it didn't add up—Ling Tian had come back, hadn't he? Wang Yong had returned as well, albeit with a bruised and battered face, but all the same, he was back.

Ling Tian walked in and picked up the phone, its screen now shattered from the fall.

"Careless woman, you really have no sense of thrift. There goes a perfectly good phone, smashed and needing a replacement. Luckily, I know how to make money. Here—this is the amount I collected, anything extra is interest," Ling Tian said, tossing a money pouch beside Mu Qingcheng.

Careless woman?

What was going on?

Everyone present felt their minds teetering on the edge of collapse. Was there really someone in this world bold enough to call the icy goddess CEO a careless woman? And the one daring to say so was a low-level employee in the company. Xue Kun and Zhang Ming couldn’t help but secretly sweat for Ling Tian; the guy was truly something else. Just his nerve alone was enough to earn any man’s admiration—he was a man among men.

Wang Yong and Zhang Ding had long since grown numb to Ling Tian’s antics. At this point, even if Ling Tian claimed Mu Qingcheng was his wife, the two would hardly bat an eye.

"Uh... Bro, this money wasn’t exactly earned. It’s more like... we robbed it," Wang Yong said weakly, his voice shrinking with each word.

Ling Tian shot Wang Yong a fierce glare. "And robbing money means it’s not money?"

So the money was robbed?

And he said it so righteously, as if there was nothing wrong at all...

No one knew what to say.

"It’s money, you’re absolutely right." Wang Yong hurriedly nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Ling Tian nodded with satisfaction. "Robbed money is still money, and a wife who comes knocking at the door is still a wife. Am I right, wife?" As he spoke, his gaze fell on the astonished Mu Qingcheng.

A wife who comes knocking at the door?

Xue Kun and the others’ brains instantly short-circuited, especially when they saw Ling Tian’s eyes on Mu Qingcheng. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he meant.

They simply couldn’t comprehend how someone as goddess-like as Mu Qingcheng would take the initiative to offer herself to Ling Tian as his wife.

It took Mu Qingcheng a good while to compose herself. She snatched her phone from Ling Tian’s hand and snorted coldly, "Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to see my grandfather. And you, come with me now—there are some matters I need to discuss with you."

Late at night, a man and a woman alone in a room...

Already, a host of risqué scenes flashed through everyone’s minds.

After Ling Tian followed Mu Qingcheng out, Xue Kun and the others felt as if they were about to lose their minds. They’d been shocked far too many times that day. Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined that the goddess Mu Qingcheng was actually Ling Tian’s fiancée—and most maddening of all, she’d been the one to initiate it.

If word of this got out, who knew how many men would be driven to despair.

Following Mu Qingcheng back to the CEO’s office, Ling Tian sat down on the sofa and asked curiously, "Aren’t you going home?"

Mu Qingcheng stretched languidly, her graceful figure laid bare—the proud arch of her chest, the perfect curve of her hips...

Ling Tian couldn’t help but steal a few more glances. Compared to those voluptuous foreign women, Mu Qingcheng’s figure wasn’t exactly explosive, but it held a uniquely Eastern charm. Coupled with her delicate, beautiful face, she could easily outshine most women in an instant.

Mu Qingcheng shot him a glare. "Work’s been busy lately, so I’ve been eating and sleeping at the office. You’ll have to make do and sleep on the sofa tonight; I’m going to shower."

"There’s a shower here? That’s perfect, I haven’t bathed in days. How about we do it together?" Ling Tian teased. Working so hard that she ate and slept at the office—being a career woman was clearly no easy task. Watching Mu Qingcheng’s tired silhouette, he felt a pang of tenderness. Perhaps it was time for him to shoulder a man’s responsibilities, to support his fiancée and give her the world she deserved.

The CEO’s office had a private lounge; though not large, it contained a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom—all the essentials. Usually, for the sake of work, Mu Qingcheng ate and slept there, returning home to see her grandfather only once a month on average.

Ling Tian sat on the sofa, planning to take out the jade slip and study it.

But just as he brought it out, before he could even activate his spiritual sense, a shrill scream erupted from the lounge.

Ling Tian instantly put away the jade slip and, swift as the wind, rushed into the lounge. In this critical moment, he didn’t hesitate and charged straight into the bathroom.

Mu Qingcheng threw herself at him, clinging to his chest, and cried out, "There’s a cockroach!"

Ling Tian shook his head helplessly. Women would always be women—even those who could calmly face fierce business battles would shriek at the sight of a mere cockroach, as if confronted by a monster.

He waved his hand at the cockroach perched on the bath, and it instantly disintegrated into powder, falling neatly into the trash bin.

"It’s all right now—the cockroach has gone home," Ling Tian said, giving Mu Qingcheng’s smooth, rounded bottom a gentle pat. And indeed, there was no denying—the feel of bare skin was far superior to that through clothing.

Mu Qingcheng opened her beautiful eyes and, seeing the cockroach was truly gone, finally let out a breath of relief.

"Why… why are you holding me?" Only after regaining her composure did Mu Qingcheng realize she and Ling Tian were in a tight embrace, their posture distinctly intimate—perhaps even somewhat indecent.

Ling Tian smiled wryly. "My lady, you’re the one holding me, not the other way around," he said, spreading his hands to prove his innocence.

"Scoundrel... pervert... Get out!" Mu Qingcheng suddenly noticed she was only in her underwear, clinging to Ling Tian for dear life—the first time in her life she’d ever been so close to a man. Flustered and embarrassed, she could only cry out in protest.

Ling Tian walked out of the bathroom with a helpless shrug. "We’re practically an old married couple—what’s there to be shy about? Once we’re truly together, you won’t feel embarrassed anymore."

Truth be told, Mu Qingcheng was a real gem—her skin white as snow, her figure perfectly proportioned, curves in all the right places. Her long, slender legs made a man want nothing more than to pull her into his arms and explore every inch.

Ling Tian couldn’t help glancing back one more time.

Mu Qingcheng, her face flushed with embarrassment, shouted, "Pervert! Don’t you dare look!"

Ling Tian muttered, "We’re already engaged and you still won’t let me look. Besides, there’s nothing much to see anyway!"

Nothing much to see?

Mu Qingcheng, fuming like an angry kitten, raised her delicate hand and pointed at Ling Tian. "Say one more word and I’ll... I’ll scratch you!"