Chapter 49: A Crooked Stick Will Have a Crooked Shadow

Huancheng Group, 26th floor, Chairman’s office —

Shen Mochen sat in his office chair, browsing through the documents delivered by the IT Department’s CEO, Miao Qiao. His brows furrowed as he asked suspiciously, “Are you sure this is the address?”

“Yes, it is the physical address of the player, Grandpa Loves Shuishui. He has got through many levels and possesses the magic tools from the ten realms. He is now at Level 300. He started playing The Ancient Chivalry not long after its release and has more than ten smurfs. Now, he is selling them in the forum. According to our investigation, he sells a Level 85 smurf at 5,000 Yuan.

Moreover, he seems to have cracked the gimmicks in the five sections of the monsters’ realm. That is why he can advance so fast. I suspect he has acquired the bugfixes of the five sections,” Miao Qiao reported.

“Noted,” Shen Mochen tossed the documents on his desk.

“I’ll have someone contact him immediately,” Miao Qiao said with a quaver in his voice.

“No need for that, I’ll handle it myself.” Shen Mochen said in a gruff voice.

***

After class, Shui Miaomiao went to the supermarket to buy some pork belly, chicken breasts, paprika, tomatoes, and eggs.

She wandered back to her place with the plastic bags in her hand while humming to herself.

When she reached the lobby, she saw Zuo Yingying, her father’s second wife, standing next to the stairs.

The twinkle in Shui Miaomiao’s eyes vanished.

When Zuo Yingying saw Shui Miaomiao, she snorted and walked in her crazily tall high heels toward Shui Miaomiao. She said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “It seems like you are doing great.”

Shui Miaomiao stared at Zuo Yingying’s face, which was decorated with heavy makeup, and quirked her lips into a lopsided grin, but it did not quite reach her eyes. She said in a joyful tone, “Life’s not too bad, thanks for your concern.”

Zuo Yingying’s face was gloomy, “You love fooling around and behaving like a slut. Surely you are free as a bird.”

“Ha!” Shui Miaomiao chuckled–she was not provoked. She darted a glance at Zuo Yingying’s breasts.

Zuo Yingying was wearing a black low-cut chiffon short dress, showing half of her small but fair boobs.

Shui Miaomiao used Zuo Yingying’s words against her, “Fooling around and behaving like a slut, are you talking about yourself?”

Zuo Yingying scowled, glared at her, and raged, “Shui Miaomiao, watch your attitude. Don’t forget that I am still your lawful mother.”

“Ok,” Shui Miaomiao moved toward Zuo Yingying with her rebellious languidness. She tilted her head and said boisterously, “So are we talking about the legendary saying, ‘a crooked stick will have a crooked shadow?’ I should learn from you then, still trying to show off your boobs while your chest is as flat as an airplane runway. I should learn how to boost my confidence from you.”

Zuo Yingying’s flashed with outrage and hatred, she raised her hand and tried to slap Shui Miaomiao in the face.

Shui Miaomiao ducked nimbly, escaping her attack, and raised her eyebrow provocatively. She smiled smugly, “Give me more.”

Zuo Yingying clenched her fist and glared at Shui Miaomiao fiercely.

She hated Shui Miaomiao to the core when she acted as if nothing could ever hurt her.

Shui Miaomiao’s cheerful smile was like a needle poking into her eyes, always reminding her of Shui Miaomiao’s dead mother, who still occupied her husband’s heart. That was a wound that would never heal or stop hurting.

Zuo Yingying gritted her teeth and said resentfully, “If you are still grateful for your father, he cared for you in those two years, then you should do something for the Shui family. Your dad’s medical treatment and the maintenance of your mom’s land cost a fortune.”

Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrow while keeping her eyes downcast, and then looked up at Zuo Yingying sluggishly, “Get to the point.”

“I have arranged a blind date for you on the coming Sunday,” Zuo Yingying said.