Chapter 161: There Is a Tiger in My Heart, Sniffing at the R

n amateur in traditional Chinese medicineSong Mingsheng quickly realized that he was losing composure and immediately regained his calm. However, the look he gave Wang Zheng became even colder.Song Mi...Main Text Chapter 161: I Have a Tiger in My Heart, Sniffing at the Roses

Wang Zheng never expected to encounter a renegade from Japan's Crazy Sword School here. Even more unexpectedly, he would also meet Miss Song, Song Ziyè

Song Ziyè is the elder sister of Song Haining. However, this older sister was far stronger than her younger sister and had once been known as one of Beijing's top beauties with numerous young talents vying for her affection. She later dedicated herself entirely to her career and marriage fell by the wayside; at thirty years old she remained single, making her a pariah among women in Beijing’s high society circles. Yet Song Ziyè was indifferent and continued living as she pleased, and men still pursued her fervently.

He never imagined that this charming southern belle was also part of Song Ziyè's business empire. However, it appears that Song Mingsheng is unaware of this; otherwise he wouldn't have displayed such astonishment upon learning the truth.

Wang Zheng had only met Song Ziyè once before at the birthday banquet for Old Man Su. They sat together at a table but were meeting again today. However, their encounter seemed far from amicable.

The private room was in disarray with three large men lying on the floor, and sticky soup covered the ground making it look quite nauseating.

But Wang Zheng, the culprit of all this chaos, appeared completely unaffected. He laughed heartily saying, "So it's Miss Song then! This is great news; I was planning to compensate the boss for the losses incurred, but now that I know you're a regular here, I won't even have to pay for my meal."

Song Ziyè maintained her smile and said with a gentle laugh, "I should have invited Young Master Wang to dinner long ago; today is perfect timing."

The men behind Song Ziyè started muttering among themselves: They had seen shameless people before but never one so audacious. This was the first time they saw someone eating at another's expense with such brazenness.

Song Mingsheng rolled his eyes; this guy fights like a madman and has as thick a skin as the corner of an ancient city wall.

"I wonder how Young Master Wang plans to deal with these three gentlemen lying on the floor" Song Ziyè asked with her usual smile.

Wang Zheng grinned and said, "Well, I don't know any of them. Miss Song can handle it however she likes; I won’t meddle."

This left Liu Xuan unable to hold back from rolling her eyes too.

Song Ziyè seemed unaffected, smiling as she replied, "Alright then, let's have these three gentlemen carried out and dumped on the street."

"Miss Song is truly formidable," Wang Zheng began to look at this woman with new respect due to her boldness and decisiveness.

"Brother Wang, you can call me Ziyè."

Smiling, Song Ziyè looked very attractive. She was well-groomed and her skin was as delicate as lamb fat, so smooth that there were no visible textures, making it hard to believe she was already in her thirties.

"Ziyè" Wang Zheng awkwardly touched his nose: "This name is actually quite nice."

At the mention of this name, Wang Zheng thought about Han Xinye. He wondered how the little girl was faring at Ningxia Military Region. However, it would be good because Wang Zheng could soon represent the Shangguan family to handle affairs related to Zhongding Gas in Ningxia, and he might get a chance to meet this little girl.

People grow up; Han Xinye had seemed to instantly mature when she saw Wang Zheng silently crying while holding a dog, eventually deciding to join the military.

"If you're not comfortable calling me Ziyè, you can call me 'Song姐' instead," Song Ziyè said to Wang Zheng: "After all, I am several years older than you."

"Uh, I'll still call you Ziyè then." Wang Zheng awkwardly replied.

Standing behind and watching coldly, Liu Xuan felt an inexplicable animosity towards this woman. There were many women around Wang Zheng—Shangguan Shishi, Han Xinye, Zhang Mingqi, and Sheng Fei—and she had a good impression of each one. Yet, there was no fondness for Song Ziyè, perhaps stemming from a woman's intuition that the way Song Ziyè looked at Wang Zheng seemed somewhat suspicious.

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After leaving Qiao Chuan Nan, Wang Zheng and Liu Xuan walked in front while Mitsui Junichi silently followed behind.

Liu Xuan had never liked this Japanese man. He was so quick to sell out his friends for personal gain; perhaps it wasn't the wisest decision for Wang Zheng to take him on Though she worried, Liu Xuan wouldn't voice her concerns in front of Mitsui Junichi.

Today, Song Ziyè had done Wang Zheng a big favor, clearly trying to befriend him. However, Wang Zheng couldn’t understand why this Miss Song would do such a thing—given that the Song family was obviously part of Su’s faction and Wang Zheng had already publicly turned against them at Su Fuhua's birthday banquet, it made no sense for her to seek his favor.

After much thought, Wang Zheng could only attribute this behavior to his own charm being too irresistible.

"I think you still need to be careful," Liu Xuan slowly said: "There’s something not right about all of this. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but Song Ziyè befriending you feels abrupt and unreasonable."

Wang Zheng chuckled and said: "What's there to fear Meet the troops with spears, meet the water with earth—especially when what comes is a beautiful woman. If she’s this pretty, why not take her on"

Liu Xuan angrily retorted: "Men are all wolves."

"But sooner or later, you'll marry a lecherous man," Wang Zheng said with a sidelong glance.

"Humph... Ouch!" As Liuxuan walked, she suddenly let out a scream!

The sky had already turned pitch black, and Liuxuan didn't pay attention to where she was stepping. She stepped into a small hole on the roadside with her foot and was about to fall over. Wang Zheng's body instantly moved forward, grabbing Liuxuan's arm just as her body tilted sideways and wrapping his other hand around her slender waist.

However, at this moment, someone else moved in unison with Wang Zheng—Rinichi Mitsui.

This Japanese man had originally been walking behind Wang Zheng but arrived beside Liuxuan almost simultaneously. He didn't reach out to help, instead moving from instant start-up to sudden stop with speed and control that was impressive enough to be worthy of admiration.

Wang Zheng turned his head and glanced at this silent Japanese man, a mysterious smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

Sadly parting ways, Wang Zheng removed his hand from Liuxuan's waist, still relishing the sensation, which was indeed pleasant, full of elasticity and softness.

"Does your foot hurt" Wang Zheng gently pinched Liuxuan's ankle, noticing it had already swelled slightly. It seemed she twisted her ankle quite badly earlier.

"A little." Liuxuan was indeed much more resilient than the average girl: "I should still be able to walk."

But as soon as she tried to take a few steps, she let out another soft cry of pain.

"Alright then, don't force yourself," Wang Zheng said. He scooped up Liuxuan's legs under her knees with one hand and slipped his other arm underneath her armpits without asking for her consent, lifting her up by the waist: "Come on, I'll carry you to the car. We need to report to Song Ziyue about this parking lot that’s full of potholes; she needs to compensate us."

Liuxuan felt no bumps at all as Wang Zheng carried her. She was steady and comfortable in his arms, feeling warm from his body heat which made her swollen foot hurt less.

But Wang Zheng's mind wasn't filled with romantic notions; he was still contemplating how to approach Song Ziyue about compensation for the damages.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the fourth-floor, Song Ziyue watched the departing figures and said in a mix of puzzlement and admiration: "Uncle Er [Second Uncle], you really were farsighted. You actually managed to establish connections with this person early on."

Song Mingsheng didn't take his niece's words as praise: "It was an accidental success; I originally wanted to get back at him, but ended up losing everything.

In Song Mingsheng's heart, Wang Zheng was terrifying, as frightening as a devil. Although he always smiled, he was undoubtedly full of cunning plans; Song Mingsheng couldn't even think about resisting.

Song Ziyue said, "But Uncle Second, by showing friendliness to Wang Zheng like this, you are openly standing against the family."

Upon hearing this, Song Mingsheng was silent.

He had also heard about how Wang Zheng caused a ruckus at Old Master Su's birthday banquet and understood just how wary Su Fuhua was of Wang Zheng right now, wishing he could get rid of him. But, Song Mingsheng had no choice but to do this because Wang Zheng once promised him something—replace the eldest brother Song Mingwei as the head of the Song family.

For those powers and superficial glory, Song Mingsheng, who was always looked down upon by his own grandfather, finally decided to stand against the family and walk a path of disloyalty and filial ingratitude.

But this was something that only Song Ziyue didn't know about.

Males are sometimes very tired and hardworking for those conflicts and things they cannot let go of.

People like Su Tianran and Chu Zhaonan might seem glamorous and high-profile, but others usually only see their successful side while ignoring the efforts or hardships behind it.

One can see that Su Tianran often has insomnia until dawn and sighs softly in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep. One can also see that Chu Zhaonan spends an hour every day staring blankly at a distant place with coffee in hand, thinking of nothing but being lost in thought. Men are always too tired; wanting more naturally leads them to compete and fight. Plus, they have heavy burdens they were destined to bear from birth.

Perhaps only a carefree man like Shangguan Yunxiao would feel nothing, spending his days tending flowers and plants, but who could be sure that this Shangguan big shot's heart doesn't harbor unfinished ideals or hidden goals

Wang Zheng was the same—his heart had a fierce tiger, yet he delicately smelled roses.

Su Tianran stood in front of a brightly lit building with his hands behind his back and a stern expression.

The words "Silver Seat KTV" shimmered brilliantly, showcasing luxury and extravagance.

"Young Master, what shall we do" A man dressed in black night clothing stood behind Su Tianran, bowing his head respectfully and asking.rcles in Huaxia, their intricacies self-evident.Thus, Su Tianran's expression subtly changed, as did Su Tianming’s. Even Zhang Mingqi, who had been by Wang Zheng’s side the entire time, was stunned by...