usatvline Chapter 537 Wash it all up!
Chapter 537 Wash it all up!
Mei Chuan Neiyi seemed to sense the other person's doubt. She slightly curved her lips and moved closer. The faint yet very noticeable scent of her perfume wafted over with her movements.
It smells nice!
He whispered in Zhong Yuemin's ear, almost touching it, in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Mr. Zhong, your company's investment in the Japanese stock market... is quite substantial."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin suddenly understood.
So that's where the root of the problem lies.
With billions of dollars pouring into the Japanese market, the impact was impossible to completely conceal. It's not surprising that Meikawa Machinery, as a powerful conglomerate in Japan, could hear some rumors and even track some of the fund flows.
He remained expressionless, simply smiling at her without replying.
Mei Chuan Neiyi only touched on the subject briefly, without saying anything more. She gave an elegant bow, then picked up her wine glass and gracefully returned to her seat as the main guest.
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I got home that night.
In the bedroom, Zhou Xiaobai, the wife, was giving her daughter Ling'er a bath. A large wooden tub sat in the room, steaming, and the little girl was splashing around in it, shouting loudly:
"Don't wash my hair, don't wash my hair, Mom! I just washed my hair yesterday!"
"You ate yesterday, so you'll eat today, right?"
"Yes!" He nodded without hesitation as soon as he heard about food.
"That's it then. If you don't wash, just smell it yourself. Your head will be covered in sweat and it will stink." Zhou Xiaobai was both annoyed and amused, but her hands didn't stop moving.
My daughter is so energetic, she's like a boy. She's always climbing, running and jumping, never still for a moment.
The clean clothes she changes into in the morning are guaranteed to be filthy by evening. Sometimes she worries that outsiders might think she's a lazy mother who can't even take good care of her child.
She'll be a stepmother from now on!
"Daddy's home! Daddy's home!"
The little girl, with her sharp eyes, saw Zhong Yuemin enter and began slapping the wooden basin even more vigorously, splashing water all over the floor, as if she had been waiting for a savior.
"Zhong Ling!"
Zhou Xiaobai's face hardened, and his tone became more serious.
"If you don't wash properly and keep making a mess, Mommy will really get angry. Is your bottom itchy?"
The little girl was very perceptive; she knew that if her mother was really angry, she would spank her, unlike her father who wouldn't. She immediately became much more obedient, though her little mouth was still pouting, and she said with a pitiful expression:
"Then...then I want Daddy to wash me!"
"Okay, okay, Dad will come."
Zhong Yuemin walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and said to his wife, "Go and rest for a while, I'll take care of this little girl..."
Zhou Xiaobai handed him the towel, stood up, shook the water droplets off her hands, and instructed him:
"Give your body a good scrub and wash your hair thoroughly. Your precious daughter is almost a real 'mud monkey'."
"okay!"
Zhong Yuemin took the towel, grabbed his daughter's slender, smooth arm, and hummed a strange tune:
“My dear daughter, come here, let Daddy teach you to sing while you scrub yourself in the bath—'Hee-shua-shua, hee-shua-shua… Please return what you took from me, and spit out what you ate from me…'”
His quirky singing, coupled with his exaggerated expressions, made the little girl giggle non-stop, and she imitated him in her childish voice: "Wash, wash, wash... Daddy, this arm needs to be 'washed,' this arm needs to be 'washed,'"
"Alright, alright, let's wash everything!"
Zhou Xiaobai sat to one side, watching the father and daughter play, a smile involuntarily appearing on her lips. Her daughter's personality truly resembled her father's.
The father and daughter played around for more than half an hour in the misty steam and laughter, finally managing to pull a fragrant, fair-skinned, and clean little girl out of the water, wrap her in a large towel, and carry her to bed.
As soon as she touched the bed, the little one regained her energy and started jumping around on the bed with her bare bottom exposed. Zhou Xiaobai was too lazy to pay attention to her and let her play around. She sat on the edge of the bed and folded the clean clothes that she had just taken down.
The two chatted idly.
Zhou Xiaobai suddenly turned to the side and moved closer to Zhong Yuemin. Her nostrils twitched slightly, and then her brows furrowed.
"what happened?"
Zhong Yuemin was puzzled, and subconsciously looked down and sniffed his collar. "It doesn't smell bad, does it?"
Zhou Xiaobai gave a soft snort, her eyes filled with scrutiny:
"Where's that perfume coming from? It's so strong, can't you smell it yourself? You said you were going to some welcome dinner... where did you go?"
Zhong Yuemin's heart skipped a beat. This perfume scent must have come from when Miss Mei Chuan Neiyi came close to talk to him. Women are indeed frighteningly sensitive to smells, especially the perfume of other women.
Where can I run to?
He immediately looked "wronged," and indeed he was wronged.
"It was just a meal, and I specifically chose a corner seat. I didn't drink much alcohol. The woman sitting next to me was someone I didn't know. She looked to be over forty. I guess it was her perfume that accidentally brushed against me."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "If you don't like the smell, I'll go take a shower right now and scrub myself thoroughly, I promise there won't be a trace left!"
“Wait a minute,” Zhou Xiaobai called out to him, “I have something to ask you first.”
"what?"
"Is your company... doing some kind of business with Luo Yun?" Zhou Xiaobai looked at him seriously.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin raised an eyebrow: "Why are you suddenly asking about this?" He corrected him, "It's not about Luo Yun personally, but about some business dealings with Zhengrong Group, where she works. What's wrong?"
“Luo Yun came to the hospital to see me today,” Zhou Xiaobai said. “She said she had a cold and fever, came to the hospital to get some medicine, and also came to see me.”
“But to me… she didn’t look sick at all; she looked great and spoke with a strong voice.”
"and,"
Zhou Xiaobai looked up at Zhong Yuemin, her eyes filled with wariness and worry.
"She always brings you up indirectly, subtly inquiring about your company and what you've been busy with lately. I feel... Luo Yun probably already knows part of your identity."
"So what if she knows?" Zhong Yuemin seemed quite calm about it. "It's not exactly a huge secret anyway; she'd find out sooner or later."
“However,” he changed the subject, his tone becoming serious as he cautioned, “if she asks you for a favor under the guise of being an old classmate or close friend, especially if it involves company business or funds, you absolutely must not agree to it.”
He looked at Zhou Xiaobai with a serious expression: "Your former best friend... is now... probably completely blinded by money and has lost her mind. Staying away from her is not a bad thing."
"I'm not stupid," Zhou Xiaobai sighed softly.
“Since we had a few unpleasant encounters in the past, I’ve basically had no contact with her. I know how to keep that distance.”