louisehourcade Chapter 145 The Sparrow Takes Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Chapter 145 The Sparrow Takes Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Once the idea takes hold, it can no longer be suppressed.
Rong Qing'e felt a shiver run through her, a shiver of fear mixed with a hint of vengeful, desperate pleasure.
Her knuckles, gripping the phone tightly, turned white from the force, yet her voice was unexpectedly calm, even carrying a hint of seduction that she herself was unaware of.
"Chairman Ning, there are some things... that might not be convenient to discuss over the phone."
She paused, as if using all her strength, before slowly finishing her sentence: "How about we talk face to face?"
Ning Xiuyang's smile deepened.
Hooked.
This woman was smarter and more decisive than he had imagined.
"OK."
He replied lazily, his tone revealing undisguised amusement.
"Then let's go to your house. As a boss who cares about his employees' new lives, I should also visit you. I haven't had lunch yet, and we can also talk about your loan."
Come to...my house?
Rong Qing'e's heart clenched suddenly.
Although she was prepared to sacrifice herself, the word "home" was still her last sacred place, the final shell of her eight-year relationship with Ju Wenming.
She knew better than anyone what letting Ning Xiuyang into that place meant.
That's not just physical depravity, but a complete betrayal of all the principles I've upheld in the past.
The boss is trying to take her completely, including her life and her past.
A strong sense of resistance and immorality welled up in my heart.
But could she refuse?
Job, reputation, and that 150,000 yuan death warrant...
Everything she had was firmly in this man's hands.
"Okay..." she heard her own voice reply dryly.
She didn't notice at all that Ning Xiuyang had deliberately emphasized the phrase "a boss who worries about his employees' new lives."
After agreeing, the resistance and shame strangely subsided somewhat, replaced by an almost numb calm, and even... a sense of indescribable relief.
Let's just destroy it like this.
For the boss, borrowing money was just a side thing; his real purpose was undoubtedly himself.
He wants to reach his deepest self.
But for me, it took the deepest price to get this 150,000!
Room 1501, Binjiang Garden.
Han Yunmei, dressed in a cute maid outfit and picking vegetables in the kitchen, was taken aback when she heard Ning Xiuyang say that he was going out to eat. She pouted slightly, looking a little aggrieved, and said, "Master, I've almost finished cooking. Aren't you going to eat at home?"
Ning Xiuyang got up from the sofa, picked up the car keys from the coffee table, waved his hand, and did not respond.
Just kidding, home-cooked meals can't compare to the delicious "wild game" from outside.
He's going to eat more than just a meal.
He didn't let Qian Baobao drive, since it was a rendezvous with his subordinates, and it would be more convenient for him to drive his own Luman G-Class.
Upon arriving at the underground parking garage, Ning Xiuyang got into the driver's seat and immediately received a WeChat message from Rong Qing'e, providing his location.
He clicked on it and was taken aback.
Xingfuli Community.
What a coincidence!
I just rented the apartment that I got from the treasure chest to Tong Anjin. I never expected that the general manager of my company, Zhengyang Media, would also live in this community.
Fate is truly a wonderful thing.
Ning Xiuyang started the car, stepped on the gas, and the beast-like engine roared as it sped towards its destination.
At that moment, Rong Qing'e also became nervous and uneasy immediately after hanging up the phone.
She didn't have time to tidy up the scattered items in the living room and rushed straight into the bedroom.
She rummaged through drawers and cabinets, dragging out a dusty box from the wardrobe.
Opening the box revealed an exquisite makeup box that hadn't been opened in a very, very long time.
She looked at her haggard face in the mirror, the fine lines around her eyes, and her dull gaze... How long had it been since she had truly looked at herself?
She took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, unscrewed the cap of the foundation.
……
The G-Class was driving smoothly on the road when Ning Xiuyang's phone rang again; it was Rong Qing'e again.
"Chairman Ning, once you arrive at the entrance of the community, just drive straight to Unit 9. There's a parking space number 3 there; you can park there." Rong Qing'e's voice was somewhat hesitant, as if she were a little nervous.
Ning Xiuyang was somewhat puzzled and asked blankly, "Why?"
Do I have to park in a designated parking space?
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Rong Qing'e lowered her voice even further, with a hint of embarrassment, and murmured, "That, that's my husband's parking space. He... he went back to his hometown, and the parking space has been empty for the past few days."
Ning Xiuyang was taken aback at first, then he understood and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
Heh, that's interesting.
No wonder she's a woman who can sit in the position of general manager, her mind works really fast.
She parked her car in her husband's parking space.
That way, if her gambling husband suddenly comes back and sees the parking space occupied, his first reaction will definitely be to call her to move the car.
Isn't this equivalent to installing an "early warning system" in advance?
That's really thoughtful.
Not only did they take his parking space, they also took his garage.
It's a bit like a sparrow taking over a cuckoo's nest.
Following the instructions, Ning Xiuyang parked the car steadily in parking space number 3.
He looked up at the building number of Unit 9, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked inside.
When he arrived at Rong Qing'e's door, he pressed the doorbell.
The door was opened quickly.
The moment the door opened, Ning Xiuyang's gaze fell on the woman in front of him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
She changed into a light pink dress, the style of which was a bit old, but it perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure.
Her face was covered with delicate, light makeup, which cleverly concealed her fatigue and haggardness, making her look like a delicate doll whose soul had been taken away and then forcibly injected with false vitality.
An unnatural blush graced her face, her eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her whole being exuding a contradictory aura of fragility and stubbornness.
"Chairman Ning...please come in." Her voice was barely audible.
Ning Xiuyang didn't speak, but with a half-smile on his face, he walked past her and straight into the house that belonged to another man.
With his entry, the last bit of warmth that belonged to "home" in this room seemed to be completely dispelled.
The moment Ning Xiuyang stepped into the room, a complex scent wafted towards him.
There was a faint smell of disinfectant, a stuffy air that hadn't been ventilated for a long time, and a subtle, faint fragrance that belonged to a woman's body.
The house wasn't big, with a two-bedroom, one-living room layout. It was fairly clean, but there was a sense of oppression and compromise everywhere.
The cushions on the sofa were faded from washing, the coffee table had some scratches on the edges, and the clothes drying on the balcony were all basic styles.
This is a home overwhelmed by the burdens of life, devoid of any vibrancy or brightness.