692: Plan

Plan

Jiahui asked, "You mean, Zhuang Ning? You're going to use her?"2

Guan Tang smiled. "Isn't that great? This saves me time and energy as well."

Jiahui continued to eat as she asked, "If you do that, Yin Jia won't know you're behind it. With this, you'd fail your goal of angering her."

"Well, everything depends on my mood," Guan Tang said lazily.

Jiahui shrugged.

Guan Tang looked very satisfied as she closed the door.

Everyone averted her eyes when Guan Tang was in the bathroom alone again.

At this moment, Guan Tang's phone rang. After listening for a moment, she said, "Alright, Aunty. Send me the time and place. I'll be on time. Yes, I understand. I've already spoken to Cheng Che. Don't worry. He's very soft-hearted so he won't be ruthless."

After disconnecting the call, Guan Tang made a victory sign at the wall.

With that, everyone knew that Jiahui should be able to see what was going on outside.

Cheng Che looked slightly stunned as he said, "This means, this means that Jiahui saw me when I looked for Guan Tang previously?"

Song Ning immediately asked, "Did she try to seduce you at that time?"

Cheng Che hastily waved his hand. "No, no, no. She only said that we could cancel our marriage agreement and that we should be friends in the future. Then, I, I agreed."

Mu Chen and Song Ning stared at Cheng Che silently.

Even Han Mo and Xiao An stared at Cheng Che silently.

Cheng Che's mind began to spin. Then, he hurriedly said, "Although I did say I'd take care of her as much as I could since she's the daughter of my mother's friend, I made it clear to her that I only love Jiahui!"

Song Ning looked at Cheng Che as she slowly said, "If you really said something that crossed the line, I'm afraid that Jiahui will definitely remember it and make you pay for it in the future. She might have even made a voodoo doll of you and is stabbing it every day."

Cheng Che instinctively took a step back as he brought Song Ning's words to life in his mind. He quickly recalled his words at that time to see if he had said anything outrageous.

'No, no, I couldn't have said anything outrageous. I only have Jiahui in my heart. I don't have any interest in other women. I don't even remember what Guan Tang looks like when I close my eyes. Her face is a blur to me whenever I talk to her!'

Mu Chen and Song Ning laughed when they saw the silly expression on Cheng Che's face as he immersed himself in his thoughts.

At this time, Cheng Che finally realized that Mu Chen and Song Ning had been pulling his leg. He looked a little embarrassed, but it could be seen that his mood had eased.

Song Ning said, "It seems like Jiahui is quite safe. All we need to do is come up with a flawless plan to get her out of that place."

Mu Chen said in a low voice, "This isn't the only problem we have. The Yin family came this time with the intention to bring Cheng Che back. Based on Zhuang Ning's words, the Yin family is now playing a huge game of chess, and the instigator of this game is the Ye family's father and son. Ye He has yet to show up, but Ye Cheng has already entered the family with an unexpected identity."

Cheng Che looked at Mu Chen, slightly surprised. His heart and mind were with Jiahui so he could not think of anything else but her. As a result, there were many things that he had missed. He could only rely on his brother.

Mu Chen looked at Cheng Che and said, "The Yin family should be inviting you out soon. Cheng Che, go and meet Old Master Yin. Xiao An, go with him. Cheng Che, you have to calm down. Treat this as a business deal. Find out the real reason they want you to return so desperately. Have they already arranged your life for you after your return? Try to find out as many things as possible, and try to stall for time as long as you can. Han Mo and Xiao An will be in contact. As long as we've not saved Jiahui, you can't end your meeting with them!"

"Alright!" Cheng Che said.

Song Ning was startled. "You're going to sneak her out? You're not going to the police or do anything else to expose Guan Tang?"    

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