Let s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Heavenly Fortune (24)
 

“President Chuu, this is the itinerary for this afternoon. If there are no issues, I’ll go ahead and arrange it… President Chuu? President Chuu, are you listening to me?”

Plucking up his courage, the assistant reached out a hand and waved it twice in front of Chuu Wu.

Chuu Wu snapped back to reality: “What did you say?”

“President Chuu, I was talking about this afternoon’s schedule…”

“Go ahead and arrange it.” Chuu Wu waved his hand, signaling the assistant to leave.

Seeing that Chuu Wu’s complexion was not good, the assistant wisely made his exit, fearing he might get caught up in the aftermath.

Once the office fell silent, Chuu Wu was sitting in the executive chair, his expression grim as he rubbed his temples.

He hadn’t been able to contact Sang Meng for nearly three days.

Three days ago, Sang Meng said she had figured out a way to deal with Chuzheng.

Three days had passed, and there was no word from Sang Meng.

He sent his assistant to inquire at Xinnan Hospital. Chu Wu appeared on time, and Chuzheng had also shown her face.

They were both unharmed.

Where had Sang Meng gone?

Distracted, Chuu Wu finished his work and drove home.

The door to his home was ajar, the lights on. Chuu Wu’s heart leapt with joy as he pushed the door open: “Sang Meng, you’re back…”

Chuu Wu froze in the doorway, his heartbeat halting in that instant as his eyes reflected the image of the girl sitting on the sofa.

In a moment, Chuu Wu raised his voice and questioned, “You… how are you here, how did you get in?”

“I walked in.” The girl’s lips, pale as cherry blossoms, parted slightly: “Otherwise, could I fly? I don’t even have wings.”

Chuu Wu suppressed the foreboding feeling in his heart.

Feigning composure, he asked, “Where is Sang Meng? Where is she?”

“You want to see her?”

Chuu Wu’s expression changed slightly, Sang Meng’s sudden disappearance was indeed related to her.

Sang Meng was so powerful…

At this thought, Chuu Wu’s anxiety grew infinitely.

“What have you done to her?”

Chuu Wu moved slightly to the right.

Bang!

An ornament at Chuu Wu’s feet exploded, shattering into pieces.

“Don’t move.”

The girl’s voice rose slowly.

“Next time, what I might smash could be your head.”

Chuu Wu froze on the spot, his gaze dark as he stared at her: “What do you want to do?”

“I want to take back what belongs to me.”

“…” Her things?

Chuu Wu’s mind flashed with an image of those holy wings.

Her wings!

“It’s been quite a hassle for you to keep them for me, better to give them back,” Chuzheng said in an eerily calm tone.

It was as if what she came for wasn’t her wings.

If it weren’t for the wound on her back that hadn’t healed properly. Chuzheng genuinely wouldn’t have bothered coming to claim them.

But the wound wouldn’t heal, and every time she wanted to do something, the Good Person Card would start nagging.

She had no choice but to retrieve her wings.

To see if they could still be salvaged and reattached.

Chuu Wu’s forehead was beaded with sweat: “Your wings were chopped off by Sang Meng, how would I know where she took them?”

Chuzheng: “…”

So you start to burn your bridges this quickly?!

How can you be so ungrateful after all that woman has done to help you?

You are too devoid of conscience!

“Sang Meng.”

Chuzheng suddenly called out towards the doorway.

Chuu Wu’s body tensed up sharply.

He turned to look, but Sang Meng was nowhere to be seen at the door.

A flame of nameless rage surged up in Chuu Wu’s chest.

However, before he could express that anger, he suddenly plunged toward the ground.

His knees hit the floor, landing on the ceramic pieces, and Chuu Wu cried out in pain.

The girl who had been sitting on the sofa moments before was now standing in front of him.

When Chuu Wu tried to push her away, Chuzheng twisted his arm sharply.

Crack—

The arm went limp and hung by his side.

Chuzheng glanced at his other arm, weighed her options, and dislocated it as well.

Chuu Wu’s face contorted in agony.

She pressed on his shoulder and moved behind him, casually closing the door with a swing.

As the door shut, it creaked open again…

Chuzheng: “…”

She forgot, she had broken the door when she came in.

Chuzheng cast a glance at Chuu Wu, who was facing away from her.

Ahem!

Chuzheng pretended she hadn’t tried to shut the door.

“Sang Meng won’t come to save you. She’s in trouble herself now,” Chuzheng said. “If you want to avoid torture, tell me where my wings are.”

“I… I don’t know,” Chuu Wu stubbornly said. “Go find Sang Meng, I don’t know, I never took your wings.”

“Is that so.”

Chuzheng forcefully pushed Chuu Wu down.

The shards dug deeper, and Chuu Wu couldn’t help but cry out.

“Don’t yell,” Chuzheng slightly bent over, met his gaze, and warned menacingly, “It would be bad if someone heard.”

Chuu Wu desperately hoped someone would hear and come to save him.

But he lived in a detached villa—who would hear, if not the patrolling security guards?

“Be good, tell me where the wings are?”

“I don’t know…” Chuu Wu was still being obstinate.

Sang Meng had said, everything he had now was because of her.

Only by keeping those wings could he maintain what he had, or else he would lose everything.

He couldn’t tell.

He just couldn’t…

Chuzheng was getting impatient; she wasn’t very good at torturing people, as it was troublesome.

But her methods weren’t something an ordinary person could endure.

After resisting for a few minutes, Chuu Wu eventually gave in.

Chuzheng dragged him upstairs.

Chuu Wu’s blood-soaked hands opened the secret mechanism of the study.

The moment the bookshelf moved, Chuzheng felt a familiar presence, resonating with her soul.

Behind the bookshelf, the immaculate wings slowly revealed themselves before her.

It was as if she was seeing the angel descending from the myths, the holy wings surrounded by a glowing halo, so beautiful it was stunning, to be admired from a distance but not to be desecrated.

Holy crap!

Were the original owner’s wings this gorgeous?

They seem a bit… soft.

Chuzheng felt a tingling in her hands, wanting to touch them if it weren’t for the concern that there was still that bastard here.

“I… I brought them back and put them here, I never touched them,” volunteered the wretched creature.

He was truly frightened.

Fear was the only thing left in his eyes.

His entire body was shaking violently.

Chuzheng turned around, staring at the person on the floor.

The pure white velvet carpet was stained red with blood, like scarlet plum blossoms blooming in the white snow.

Chuzheng walked to the desk and found a pair of scissors on the surface.

[Miss… you don’t have to kill him, right?] If you kill him, won’t you just have to rewind again?

Without the angel’s wings and without Sang Meng, the following days would be very hard for Chuu Wu.

Being miserable is their goal.

But something about the King’s Account felt off… Moments later, the King’s Account roared, furious at the waste! How could you settle things with these two so easily!

The King’s Account felt led astray by Chuzheng.

Seething with anger.

Chuzheng maintained an indifferent face.

Cannot waste an opportunity.

Frugality is a virtue.

[…] Frugality is a virtue, is this how you apply it?

Is this how you apply it?!

Not content with simply sabotaging your own comeback, you even corrupted the System!

“I’ve told you everything. What else do you want to do? Don’t come any closer, all this was Sang Meng’s doing, it was all her…”

Frightened by the scissors in Chuzheng’s hand, Chuu Wu began to babble.

“It was all Sang Meng, it’s her, it’s all her doing. When you appeared, it was her who told me to keep you. She plotted against you, it’s all her doing, it’s not related to me, seek your revenge on her, don’t come after me, I don’t know anything, I know nothing…”