Chapter 45: The Saving Maniac!

Hearing this, Gong Lu leaned back against the chair, his posture languid, yet his expression thoughtful.

"Lu, tell me, why is she being so nice to me?"

Without waiting for Gong Lu to reply, Ye Wuqi seemed to have suddenly thought of something, panic flashing across his face as he blurted, "Lu, do you think the money might be something she stole from you? Isn't she living in your villa? It's definitely possible! Who would've thought—she looks so innocent but her hands are so dirty! Good thing the money ended up with me, otherwise you'd have lost big time!"

Gong Lu pressed his aching temples. "Don't jump to conclusions without any evidence."

With that, he was ready to hang up.

But Ye Wuqi wouldn't let him. "Wait, Lu! I have something else!"

"What now?"

"I'm out of money!"

"You just got two hundred thousand."

"I already put that into savings," Ye Wuqi replied with a cheeky grin.

"Yesterday, I transferred five million into your account."

"That went into savings too!" Ye Wuqi declared, full of conviction.

Gong Lu hung up on him.

Ye Wuqi immediately pouted, feeling aggrieved. Once again, his brother didn't love him!

At the headquarters of the Gong Corporation, in the CEO's office on the sixteenth floor, Gong Lu pinched the bridge of his nose before picking up his black coffee and sipping it unhurriedly.

Every time he spoke with Ye Wuqi—that fool, that simpleton, that savings-obsessed maniac—he felt like he aged several years.

But as for He Luo, that girl...

Why was she so good to that blockhead?

Where did she get the money?

And then, there was how deftly she handled wounds, even more skillful than a doctor; how she could see in the dark; her practiced fighting skills; the password she set that he couldn't even crack...

And, her increasingly uncanny resemblance—in speech and manner—to that person...

That person...

The thought of them made Gong Lu's phoenix eyes narrow. The smile vanished from his lips, replaced by a chilling cold that instantly enveloped him, making him seem dangerous and forbidding. Deep in his eyes, a flicker of pain flashed by.

"Presi—" Song Linfeng had just stepped in and caught sight of Gong Lu like this, so startled he took two steps back before composing himself and closing the door behind him. "Why drop the mask all of a sudden? You gave me a fright."

Gong Lu instantly smiled, raising an eyebrow. "When did I ever put on a mask?"

Song Linfeng fought the urge to roll his eyes, approaching the desk. "Where are you staying tonight? I'll make the arrangements."

Last night, Gong Lu had stayed at a random hotel.

"I'm returning to the western suburbs," Gong Lu replied, smiling meaningfully as he sipped his coffee, lounging there, the very picture of indolence and ease.

"Huh?" Song Linfeng was genuinely surprised. "Didn't you just leave there yesterday?"

"That's because I've found something even more interesting."

"What could possibly be more interesting? That's what you said last time too."

Gong Lu didn't answer, only saying, "I'll stay there until I lose interest."

Knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer, Song Linfeng didn't press further. Instead, he set several documents from his arms onto the desk. "Everything's been translated. But there's one document so full of technical jargon and complex content that Li, our translator, couldn't handle it—he had to get someone to help. I've already looked over that file, and the translation is excellent."

"Here, this one." As he spoke, Song Linfeng opened the file for Gong Lu.

Gong Lu glanced sideways at the document, teasing, "Isn't he our top translator? If he couldn't manage it, how did someone else pull it off?"

Song Linfeng chuckled. "A top translator isn't omnipotent, after all. It's normal. Besides, I heard from him that the one who helped is the so-called 'Translation Deity' who became famous overnight on the Top Translation Forum last Friday."