nycdaug Chapter 132 is efficient!
Chapter 132 is efficient!
As soon as she finished speaking, a few scattered knocking sounds came from outside the window, like the sharp, screeching sound of a hard object scraping against glass. Yu Yuetong's heart skipped a beat, and all her anger vanished. She shamelessly lowered her voice and asked, "Qin Reng... what kind of supernatural experience did you find?"
The man ignored her, his face turning cold as he moved closer to the window. He raised his hand and cautiously opened a narrow crack—but the next second, a dark shadow flashed past before he could react. With lightning speed, it shot straight into the room through the crack, striking the wooden table nearby with a crisp sound.
The two looked at each other in disbelief, and the object that had suddenly been stuck on the table was an envelope with a blood-red mark.
Qin Reng's eyes were as cold as a block of ice. He slowly pulled the letter from the table, his fingers gripping the edge of the envelope, his movements so decisive they seemed utterly devoid of emotion. However, Yu Yuetong couldn't contain herself any longer. She took a step forward, craning her neck to see the contents of the envelope. "Hey! What is this? You can still receive a letter threatening in blood these days? Is our CEO Qin being targeted?"
"Shut up." Qin Reng's voice was like a thunderclap, striking her heart unexpectedly. He raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, but that unquestionable look made Yu Yuetong reflexively swallow. "Okay, okay, I'll shut up, Xiaoshu, have mercy."
However, she was by no means the quiet and obedient type. The next second, she leaned closer and nudged Qin Reng's arm with her elbow, saying in a completely fearless tone, "Hey, seriously, if it really is some kind of cursed letter, shouldn't we pack a couple of pepper sprays? You know, if this story were in a TV series, it would definitely result in someone dying."
Qin Reng glanced down at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He coldly uttered two words: "Idiot."
Yu Yuetong was about to retort when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the contents of the envelope out of the corner of her eye. She immediately jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end: "Holy crap, it has... it has our names on it?!"
Yes, the handwriting in the center of the envelope was strong and forceful, reading aggressively – “Qin Reng, to be opened by Yu Yuetong.”
"Look at this!" Yu Yuetong suddenly stood behind Qin Reng, her voice rising several octaves. "This is really strange! Logically speaking, we're a 'fake couple,' so the probability of us being threatened together shouldn't be high, right? Ah, it must be your enemies! They're not only jealous of you, but they also look down on a nobody like me who's completely ignorant!"
"You're quite adorable when you're being modest." Qin Reng's lips curled into a cold smile, then he ignored her endless nonsense and skillfully slit open the envelope. His movements were swift and decisive, as if there was no danger whatsoever.
Yu Yuetong, on the other hand, was completely different. She was on edge, wishing that an FBI agent would suddenly appear around her the next second to perfectly protect her life.
A letter floated lightly out of the envelope. Qin Reng raised his hand and unfolded it, his gaze slowly sweeping over its contents. However, in just a second, his lips tightened coldly.
"What's wrong?" Yu Yuetong crossed her arms and moved to the side. Although she said, "I'm not afraid," her peeking posture gave her away. She even tried to peek at the words on the letter through Qin Reng's fingers.
Qin Reng did not answer directly, but narrowed his eyes, and then handed her the letter.
On the letter was a neatly written line, yet brimming with undercurrents: "Do you think you can stay out of this? Soon, everything you cherish will be for naught."
It was a short, incomplete sentence. But that's precisely why the threat it carried was all the more chilling, like a thin layer of frost on your back, bone-chillingly cold.
"Oh my god—" Yu Yuetong's hand holding the paper trembled like a group owner who had just grabbed a hundred red envelopes. "Qin Reng, this—this can't really be retribution for you provoking those dark bosses, can it? I'm warning you, we're in this together now, don't drag me down with you!"
"A dark boss?" Qin Reng sneered, reaching out to grab her shoulder, his expression icy cold. "Even if you're a grasshopper, you should at least show some backbone. Besides, what dark boss? Reality isn't a spy movie anymore."
"Then tell me why!" Yu Yuetong said angrily. "Could it be that the guy on the electric scooter whose clothes I tore the other day has come out for revenge?"
Qin Reng was too lazy to refute her, and looked down to examine the contents of the letter again. He suddenly looked up, his gaze like a sharp dagger, and looked straight out the window. "Very well, since they don't want to play too secretly, then I want to see which kind of devil is trying to cause trouble."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a screeching sound of tires came from outside the window. The sound seemed like a deliberately amplified provocation, particularly jarring in the night.
In an instant, Yu Yuetong gasped. She instinctively looked up and glanced out the window. A black sedan was slowly approaching on the street not far away—no license plates, no passengers, it was eerily stopped less than a hundred meters from them. A bright beam of headlights locked their windows shut.
"Efficient..." Qin Reng narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, and whispered his conclusion: "It seems they came directly for us."
Under the dim streetlights, the black sedan without license plates blatantly shone its headlights, as if igniting some unsettling fuse in the lonely night. Yu Yuetong's eyes widened, and she instinctively grabbed Qin Reng's sleeve, her voice trembling like a rain-soaked quail: "It...it won't just crash into us, will it?!"
"What are you afraid of?" Qin Reng impatiently shook his arm, trying to peel Yu Yuetong's hand off like double-sided tape, but she was holding on too tightly, and he had no intention of arguing with her. "Even if it hits, I can use your body to claim compensation—now, I'm the one who's 'injured'."
"What kind of logic is that?! Wouldn't it still be my body that suffers?!" Yu Yuetong's face flushed red instantly. She rushed to Qin Reng, stomping her feet angrily, "Big brother, can you please use your brain? If something really happens, my face will have to be repaired in the hospital until it looks like it's been re-pasteurized!"
Qin Reng glanced at her, too lazy to respond to her hysteria. He casually grabbed his phone from the table, dialing a number while keeping his eyes fixed on the car, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Before the call could be connected, the black sedan turned off its lights. Then, the car door slowly opened, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out. Next, a woman wearing a light-colored trench coat appeared, her face beaming with smiles.