Who Are You Putting on This Act For?

Su Nanxing had been absent from the office for two days.

During that time, Lu Ran single-handedly managed the progress of the cultural tourism city project.

Su Rou had been throwing obstacles in his way at every turn.

Since certain fund allocation documents required signatures, and Su Nanxing wasn’t there, both Su Rou and Tang Yong had to sign before Lu Ran could submit them to finance.

The moment Su Nanxing returned, Lu Ran cornered him and vented.

“You have no idea how smug Su Rou was while you were gone.”

“Her mouth is practically dipped in poison. She even dared to say you…”

Lu Ran stopped himself, unwilling to utter the vile words.

A flicker of ruthlessness crossed Su Nanxing’s cold eyes.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be back in Jiangcheng soon enough.”

For the past month, Su Rou had been trying to prove she was no worse than Su Nanxing, but the messes she made wouldn’t be cleaned up by anyone.

Of course, even if Su Nanxing knew it was a trap, he wouldn’t be kind enough to point her in the right direction.

He didn’t care about making the Su family business flourish; he just wanted to do his own job well.

Lu Ran’s eyes lit up.

“That’s great! If she weren’t a woman, I’d gladly slap her twice!”

“By the way, Xingxing, where did you go the other day?”

Lu Ran leaned in, his face full of gossip.

Su Nanxing looked up and pushed away the face that was too close.

“Boss’s business—don’t ask!”

Lu Ran let out a “hmph.”

“Fine, big boss, President Su! I won’t ask.”

He paused, then smiled innocently.

“But, President Su, can I take a day off?”

Su Nanxing shot him a glance.

“What for?”

Lu Ran’s face turned mysterious.

“Going back to Jiangcheng to do something big!”

Su Nanxing didn’t press further.

Lu Ran left the capital that afternoon to return to Jiangcheng for his grand plan.

He said it would be a day off, but even by the time work ended the next evening, Su Nanxing hadn’t seen him back.

Night Banquet Club, underground parking lot.

Gu Yanzhou got out of the car and saw Qin Shifeng across from him.

Qin Shifeng wore his perennial fox-like smile.

“Yanzhou, you look well these past few days. Seems like life’s been treating you nicely?”

Gu Yanzhou gave him a flat look.

“President Qin seems pretty pleased with himself too.”

Qin Shifeng was taken aback for half a second.

Rare—Gu Yanzhou actually knew how to banter.

Just as they were about to head toward the elevator, a motorcycle whizzed past, covering them in dust.

A-Kai, who was beside them, stepped forward quickly, shielding Gu Yanzhou behind him.

Just as he was about to throw a punch, the rider took off their helmet and smiled cockily.

A-Kai froze.

“Young Master Lin?”

Lin Muze swung his long leg over the bike and strutted over to the three, whistling at A-Kai.

“What, looking for a fight?”

Gu Yanzhou’s face darkened.

He turned and walked away.

Qin Shifeng shook his head and followed.

Lin Muze chased after them and squeezed in just before the elevator doors closed.

“Sorry about that. I haven’t ridden in ages—got a little too excited!”

Qin Shifeng teased him.

“What? Is the McLaren not flashy enough compared to your clunker?”

Lin Muze tidied his slightly messy hair in the elevator mirror.

“The McLaren’s definitely flashy, but I lent it to someone.”

Qin Shifeng raised an eyebrow.

“You just picked it up, and you already lent it? To who? Someone that important?”

Lin Muze blew at his fringe.

“Lent it to…”

Who was it again?

Lin Muze stood there blankly, all the way until the elevator doors opened and they entered room 1088, he still couldn’t remember the name of the demon who had borrowed his car.

Did he even know his name?

Right—he hadn’t told him his name!

He slapped his forehead and grabbed Gu Yanzhou’s arm.

“Bro Zhou, call Su Nanxing and ask him: who was that demon who borrowed my car?”

Gu Yanzhou and Qin Shifeng stared at him like he was an idiot.

Qin Shifeng couldn’t hold back.

“Lin Muze, you lent your car without even knowing his name? I seriously think your brain’s fried and you’re just talking nonsense.”

Lin Muze rolled his eyes.

“I did lend it! That day, the charity gala night, he took my car. We went after Su Nanxing together.”

Gu Yanzhou’s eyes flickered.

“Lu Ran?”

Lin Muze waved his hand.

“If I knew, would I be asking you?”

Gu Yanzhou replied indifferently.

“Then just call him and you’ll know.”

Lin Muze scratched his head.

“Ah… I don’t have his number.”

Qin Shifeng leaned in.

“WeChat? Got it?”

Lin Muze shook his head.

“No.”

Gu Yanzhou and Qin Shifeng exchanged a quick glance, both eyes filled with identical shock.

Did this guy leave his brain at home?

Did the wind blow it away?

Lin Muze’s McLaren had been picked up on the afternoon of the charity gala.

Then, after driving it for just one night, it vanished into thin air.

No one in the world was dumber than this.

Lin Muze finally recalled that his beloved car, which he hadn’t even gotten warm in, had been borrowed to the ends of the earth.

That demon said he’d keep it for two days!

Lin Muze was furious.

The only person he could think of was Su Nanxing, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Su Nanxing! I want to find Su Nanxing!”

He regretted it the moment he yelled, because Gu Yanzhou’s gaze now carried obvious murderous intent.

Qin Shifeng found it amusing.

“Nanxing is right here at Night Banquet. Want me to call him over?”

Gu Yanzhou looked at him darkly but said nothing.

Lin Muze shot Qin Shifeng a grateful look.

“Old Qin, you serious?”

Qin Shifeng shrugged.

“Why would I lie? The entire Qin Group knows that Manager He from the project department has taken a liking to Nanxing and insists on making him her brother-in-law. He’s probably downstairs on a blind date right now.”

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Lin Muze kept signaling Qin Shifeng, but Qin Shifeng pretended not to see.

Qin Shifeng elegantly poured a glass of wine, raised it to Gu Yanzhou, but spoke to Lin Muze.

“Muze, do you want me to call Nanxing for you?”

Lin Muze didn’t dare say a word.

With the real queen here, no one else stood a chance.

He instinctively looked at Gu Yanzhou.

“Bro Zhou?”

Gu Yanzhou picked up his wine glass, clinked it against Qin Shifeng’s, slightly higher.

“President Qin, suit yourself.”

Qin Shifeng raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled out his phone.

Su Nanxing had barely escaped Manager He’s relentless matchmaking efforts.

He was hiding out at the end of the hallway when he received Qin Shifeng’s call.

In Room 1088, Qin Shifeng deliberately put it on speaker.

– “Hello? President Qin?”

Qin Shifeng blinked.

Su Nanxing wasn’t calling him Brother Qin anymore.

– “Nanxing, are you at Night Banquet with Sister He? I have something to discuss with you. Could you come to my room?”

A pause on the other end.

– “Sorry, President Qin. I’m not at Night Banquet right now, so I won’t be coming over.”

Qin Shifeng kept his voice gentle and refined.

– “Oh, okay. I won’t disturb you then.”

No sooner had Su Nanxing hung up than his phone rang again.

It was Gu Yanzhou.

In Room 1088, Gu Yanzhou’s phone was on the coffee table, also on speaker.

– “Gu Yanzhou?”

– “Hm. Where are you?”

– “At Night Banquet, having dinner with a client. Something up?”

– “Come over. Waiting in 1088.”

– “Okay! Coming!”

The joy in Su Nanxing’s final words was palpable through the screen.

Lin Muze’s heart clenched.

He cursed under his breath.

‘Unbelievable! This guy is putting on a show for whom?’