Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 511: President Li

"Didn’t you notice? She’s been getting quite close to President Li lately." Cheng Yi’s eyes showed a trace of complexity.

"What’s the big deal? Her boyfriend is so capable, what’s wrong with introducing her to a few wealthy people?" Wu Juan retorted.

"But she’s getting too close to President Li, haven’t you noticed?" Cheng Yi countered.

Earlier in the private room, during the festivities when President Li had a few drinks, his hand was indeed around Jiang Keke’s waist in full view of everyone in the room, including Wu Juan.

"I..." Wu Juan initially wanted to say something, but recalling the scene that day, Jiang Keke and President Li were indeed quite close, and during that time, they even left the private room together, returning about an hour later.

If she remembered correctly, President Li was in his forties, right?

Wu Juan gradually lost her confidence, "Maybe we’re overthinking it." During this period of following Jiang Keke around, Wu Juan had experienced some privileges only enjoyed by the elite, especially in upscale places. Once inside, Wu Juan felt as if she had opened the door to a new world.

For children from ordinary families like them, just a few glimpses are enough to dazzle.

That’s what happened to Wu Juan. Although she had formed some opinions about Jiang Keke, she automatically ignored her flaws when she thought about the luxurious lifestyle Jiang Keke had brought her.

"Stop deceiving yourself." Cheng Yi looked at her conflicted friend and directly exposed her little thought.

"Alright, so what if Keke is a gold-digger? Haven’t we been having fun together during this time?"

Cheng Yi lowered her head. Wu Juan’s words were true. Ever since they started hanging out with Jiang Keke, they had indeed enjoyed many conveniences, because Jiang Keke was generous. Every time they went out for entertainment, Jiang Keke was very extravagant.

Seeing her friend lost in thought, Wu Juan pushed further, "Shall I send a message to Keke now saying we’re free tonight?"

Cheng Yi looked at Wu Juan’s eager expression and couldn’t bear to refuse, "Okay."

Cheng Yi was struggling inside. She despised Jiang Keke for cosying up to older men for money but was also tempted by Jiang Keke’s generosity.

While the two chatted softly, An Yin had already stood up behind them, holding an unfinished milk tea in her hand, wearing a gentle smile on her face, walking step by step towards the stairs.

Reflecting on the chat earlier, An Yin’s emotions were still stirred, making her steps even lighter.

He had said that whenever she’s bored, she could contact him!

And he also said that she could call him "Uncle" in the future.

Thinking of these, the smile on An Yin’s face grew even brighter. Normally not fond of shopping, she suddenly felt the urge to.

Elsewhere.

In the courtyard of the An Residence.

Meng Heming placed his phone on the stone table, the cup of tea in front of him almost empty, and his face rarely showed a trace of happiness.

When Uncle Ma came to the courtyard and saw the lingering smile on his face, he was momentarily taken aback, and after coming to, Uncle Ma quickly approached, "Sir, what are you happy about?"

Meng Heming shook his head helplessly, "Received a call from a stranger, met a little girl."

Uncle Ma was puzzled.

Seeing Uncle Ma’s puzzled expression, Meng Heming waved his hand and changed the topic, "Any progress on what I asked you to investigate?"

When Uncle Ma looked up again, he saw the other man’s stern face. Mr. Meng’s mood changed so quickly, Uncle Ma paused for a second and awkwardly replied, "The other party still refuses to budge."

They had already discovered the identity of the phone owner, but the other party remained tight-lipped, and there was nothing their people could do about it.

"Didn’t I ask you to arrange a meeting with her?" Meng Heming exuded a formidable aura.

"She refused." Uncle Ma lowered his head, feeling truly guilty.

Usually, the subordinates would get things done, even if initially unsuccessful. Once they applied some tricks, the other party couldn’t resist. But this time was different. Mr. Meng had strictly ordered from the start not to harm or disturb the other party, so the subordinates could only politely greet them and seek their help. Even when the other party refused, they dared not act rashly, only relentlessly requesting...

But every time, they were met with firm resistance.

The person’s mouth was like a fortified wall, with answers all being "I don’t know" or "I don’t recognize!"

"Do you have her home address?" The man’s voice was weary.

Uncle Ma, "Yes."

"When does she get off work? I’ll wait for her downstairs at her house." He was wearing a black traditional Chinese long shirt, his eyes as unfathomable as a deep pool, a hint of menace flashing across. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I’ll arrange it." Uncle Ma bowed in response.

"Hmm."

Just as Uncle Ma was about to leave, an aunt came walking from the corridor, "Mr. Meng, Miss Shen is here, she’s in the foyer right now."

Upon hearing the aunt’s words, Meng Heming’s stern expression gradually softened, "Understood."

Saying that, he got up.

Uncle Ma did not follow; he had to attend to the task Mr. Meng had just assigned.

The An Residence was serene. Though situated in a bustling area, surrounded by shops, occasionally hearing the cries of elderly vendors, it couldn’t overshadow the comfort and beauty within the courtyard.

In the ancient-style living room, Shen Jingrou’s slightly gaunt face faintly showed a touch of contemplation. At this moment, she was sitting on a chair with a cup of steaming tea by her side.

When Meng Heming walked into the living room, he saw the young girl deep in thought, not even noticing when he entered.

"Jingrou!"

Under the handsome nose of the man, his lips were thin, exuding a cold glow with his raised chin.

Upon hearing the voice, Shen Jingrou’s entire body tensed up. When she looked up, she met a pair of sharp eyes resembling an eagle’s, quickly standing up and respectfully addressing him, "Uncle Meng!"

"We’re all family here, sit down." Meng Heming moved to the main seat.

Shen Jingrou sat obediently.

"You’ve gotten thinner." Meng Heming was always good at understanding people’s hearts. Seeing the young girl being so quiet and unlike her usual self since entering, he knew she was preoccupied with thoughts.

She probably came this time because of this matter. Meng Heming looked down without showing his feelings.

"I’ve been trying to lose weight recently." Shen Jingrou said, not meaning it.

She had a pair of brows like distant mountains, slightly furrowed now, seemingly carrying a faint trace of sadness between her eyes.

"You’re not overweight at all. This is nonsense." Meng Heming looked at the young girl’s slender figure, his tone somewhat stern.

He and Shen Jingrou’s father were old friends. Though he loved and cared for Shen Jingrou, in recent years, he had focused entirely on finding his beloved, inevitably neglecting the people around him. Nonetheless, to him, Shen Jingrou was still someone close and dear.