After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Mr. Sheng’s Silent Indulgence
 

Sheng Shaochen took a puff, slightly tilted his head back, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Amid the mist, the whiff of smoke was instantly devoured.

It was as if it had never appeared, yet upon closer inspection, traces of its lingering presence could still be seen.

It was just like Ye Shu, suddenly appearing in his life. He thought it was supposed to be a transaction that wouldn’t stir up any ripples.

Yet unknowingly, the trajectory of his life bore the imprint of this little woman.

Sheng Shaochen flicked his cigar, and sparks scattered, shooting downwards through the mist and extinguishing one after another—a brief brilliance sketching out a moment of beauty.

The expression between Sheng Shaochen’s brows unconsciously softened. “An Zhe, do you know who Ye Zifeng is?”

“The former head of the Ye Group, Ye Zhongming’s son. Today, he just beat the current head’s daughter, Ye Xinyu, and caused quite a scene. He ended up in the police station.”

“Make a call and get him out.” Sheng Shaochen, tilting his head, exhaled another puff of smoke.

Even he couldn’t understand how he could so easily decide to help a thorny little woman.

An Zhe was slightly stunned.

His brow twitched, and he glanced sideways at Sheng Shaochen.

The mist and smoke veiled his face in obscurity, making him, already hard to read, become even more inscrutable.

Yet An Zhe faintly had a suspicion—the woman who called the office today was probably Ye Shu.

The daughter of the former head of the Ye Group, Ye Zhongming. He had seen her a few times; her captivating allure was indeed soul-stirring, a sight no man could resist ogling.

However, to persuade Sheng Shaochen to lend a hand, mere beauty was not enough.

An Zhe slightly narrowed his eyes and after a moment of thought, finally succumbed to his curiosity, “She, can she bring you close?” This was the only explanation.

Sheng Shaochen paused, fingers pinching the cigar, and then extinguished the cigar in an ashtray held by a waiter.

He gave no confirmation or denial.

An Zhe cracked a smile, asked no further, stood up, and boldly made his way to the shore.

A waiter wrapped a bathrobe around him.

An Zhe, barefoot, stepped out to make a call to have the police release the person.

Sun Nanjue, who had been gloomily smoking outside, saw An Zhe emerge and immediately stood up and approached him, “How much longer does Ah Chen plan to soak? The beauty is almost here!”

An Zhe chuckled and patted Sun Nanjue on the shoulder, “I’d say save your energy, lest your efforts be in vain.” After all, it seemed Sheng Shaochen already had a suitable candidate by his side.

“Go on, when have I, Sun Nanjue, not been ready to go through fire and water for my friends? Who cares about whether it’s appreciated or not!”

Sun Nanjue brushed off An Zhe’s hand and charged directly into the hot spring.

Just as he parted the curtain, he saw Sheng Shaochen leaning against the edge, his sturdy and fit upper body muscles veiled in the mist, indistinctly visible—an indescribable allure.

Even he, a man, couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, let alone a woman.

A mischievous idea gradually took shape in Sun Nanjue’s mind.

He clapped his hands, talking to himself with a smile, “I’ve got an idea!”

While An Zhe was making the call, he suddenly heard Sun Nanjue excitedly shouting to himself. His brow furrowed, he briefly instructed the person on the other end of the line to quickly release the detainee, then hung up.

He approached and clapped a hand on Sun Nanjue’s shoulder. “Sun Nanjue, what cunning plan have you come up with now?”