Chapter 22 When Coincidence Meets Coincidence

"It's no trouble at all, I'm staying there myself. Get in," he said.

Zhou Wang shook his head to indicate for Jiang Mo to get into the car.

"As long as it's not a bother."

Hearing this coincidence, Jiang Mo's expression relaxed, and she hurriedly got into the car.

Only then did Zhou Wang take out his phone to take a look—there was a message from Li Cheng that afternoon. Although Zhou Wang had already made it clear he wouldn't attend, the other party still informed him of the location of Ding Yi's birthday banquet...

How coincidental, it was the Wanda Mandarin Hotel.

Right, the system is magical, and now life starts to run with melodrama, which is pretty much par for the course.

Despite this, he didn't have much of an opinion, but upon hearing that Jiang Mo was going there to attend a birthday banquet, and the person of interest happened to be a junior sister, it was very likely that she was going to Ding Yi's birthday banquet.

That's why his expression was a bit strange.

Once the car started moving, the well-insulated cabin quieted down, neither Jiang Mo nor Zhou Wang spoke.

After looking at the scenery outside the window for a while, Zhou Wang glanced inadvertently from the corner of his eye but found his gaze somewhat fixed.

Jiang Mo was wearing a long coat, and now, sitting back in the seat, the hem had been pulled up significantly due to the tightness around her waist. Not only were her straight legs wrapped in black stockings fully exposed, but a bit above the knees was also faintly visible.

Though thin, her legs had a plush, rich look, and with the extra buff from the black stockings, they were like a vortex trapping his gaze.

This degree of exposure wasn't significant, but it was infinitely provocative to the imagination.

"Thank you so much for what you did just now," Jiang Mo suddenly said in a soft voice, breaking the silence.

"So that man really is your relative?"

Zhou Wang hadn't intended to ask, but since she had started the conversation, chatting a bit wouldn't hurt.

"His name is Han Yanqian, he's a sort of cousin of mine."

"Hm?"

Zhou Wang was immediately taken aback and glanced at Jiang Mo.

That Han Yanqian clearly had the desire of a man towards a woman for Jiang Mo, which was very obvious, but they were cousins?

That's just messed up!

"He's a distant relative, there's almost no blood relation left..." Jiang Mo explained, knowing what Zhou Wang was thinking.

"That's still pretty twisted. You must have known each other since childhood, right? When did this sibling affection go sour?"

"It was all normal before, it changed after something happened in my family..."

Jiang Mo trailed off, not finishing her sentence.

"Is it related to your father?"

Zhou Wang overheard some of the conversation when he passed by earlier and asked.

But Jiang Mo remained silent and didn't answer the question.

Having interacted with her a few times, Zhou Wang had some understanding of Jiang Mo's character and wasn't bothered.

Just when he thought the conversation was over, Jiang Mo curiously asked, "How did you know his rearview mirror was already broken?"

From Han Yanqian's final reaction, it was clear that Zhou Wang's "blackmailing" comment hit his sore spot. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so flustered with just the dashcam footage.

"It's simple, if there was nothing wrong with his car to start with, how could he be so sure about the price for repairing the rearview mirror, even breaking it down into details... unless he was in the car repair business himself," Zhou Wang answered casually.

In fact, had it been before, he might not have been so keen on these details. This change came from the book he was reading, "Psychology and Life."

Although he hadn't finished the entire book yet, Zhou Wang, who had already absorbed quite a bit of knowledge, felt its practical use.

"Should we... add each other on WeChat?"

Jiang Mo's question once again caught Zhou Wang by surprise.

On a closer look, the currently learning-and-applying Zhou Wang still noticed quite a bit.

For instance, although her expression remained aloof, the slight curl of her legs and the unconscious tightening of her fingers on the hem of her coat still revealed her nervousness.

As if convincing someone, Jiang Mo added, "As a thank you, I'll treat you to a meal later, or maybe..."

"Adding on WeChat is fine, forget the rest."

Zhou Wang pulled out his phone and scanned Jiang Mo; at this time, they had arrived near the hotel.

Jiang Mo was about to thank him and get out of the car when she saw the business van turn directly into the internal road. Jiang Mo wanted to say "there's no need to go in," but it was already too late.

Soon, the Alphard came to a steady stop at the hotel's front entrance. Just as Jiang Mo was about to get out, the door staff quickly approached her.

"Mr. Zhou, welcome home. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Jiang Mo stared at Zhou Wang in astonishment, then after a moment of stunned silence, she abruptly remembered what Zhou had mentioned earlier about "also staying here."

She had assumed Zhou Wang meant he lived nearby, which is why she didn't think much of it. But now it seemed, Zhou Wang actually lived in this hotel?

In an instant, Jiang Mo felt embarrassed. She had thought that Zhou Wang had driven into the hotel for her sake.

Zhou Wang nodded to the door staff—every employee in the hotel would remember his face, as it was part of the basic treatment for staying in the presidential suite.

"She's going to the restaurant, could you please show her the way?"

"Of course, Mr. Zhou... Miss, please follow me," the door staff said, turning to Jiang Mo with a smile.

"Oh... oh..."

Snapping back to reality, Jiang Mo quickly got out of the car with the greeter's offered arm, and as she turned to thank Zhou Wang, she found the car door already closed, with the Alphard driving toward the garage entrance.

Jiang Mo bit her lip, stood rooted to the spot and sent out a message on her phone, then followed the greeter into the lobby.

...

Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, several young men and women were standing under a wall-spanning art oil painting, giggling and talking in low voices.

"I heard just this painting is worth millions. Five-star hotels are different; their decor is so luxurious."

"But it really has style. In the future, when I buy a house, I also want to hang a painting that can cover an entire wall!"

"Oh please, a mere house couldn't satisfy your needs, at least a villa, right?"

"Who buys villas these days? If you're going to live somewhere, it has to be a large flat, so comfortable!"

"Geez, Li Cheng's going to have a lot of pressure then..."

While listening to his girlfriend and another girl from class chuckle away, Li Cheng found himself utterly bored, failing to understand how they'd gone from discussing a painting to daydreaming about the future.

Not interested in joining their conversation, Li Cheng turned his head, only to catch a glimpse of a Toyota Alphard that had just stopped at the entrance.

Tsk, some cockroach actually bought that car!

Li Cheng had just idly mocked when he saw the door open and someone inside the car leaned out to say something to the approaching greeter.

"Holy crap... Zhou Wang?!"

Taken aback, Li Cheng couldn't help but rub his eyes.