Chapter 203 He is playing with something new

"You..." Meng Anran was so surprised that she was speechless. She looked him up and down again, still feeling shocked. "How did you become like this?"

Anyone who sees the woman standing here who looks like a nouveau riche in her forties would never guess that she is a kindergarten classmate of the same age as Meng Anran.

Moreover, he is a boy.

So it’s no wonder that Meng Anran didn’t recognize him. Not only had they not seen each other for seventeen years, but even his gender had changed.

Who could tell that this person was the boy who bullied her in kindergarten when she was five years old - Mao Xiabing?

Mao Xiabing rubbed her golden curly hair, and a hint of bitterness was hidden in her sarcastic sneer. "I became like this because of you."

Meng Anran narrowed her eyes, "What does it have to do with me?"

Back then, she was forced by Lu Yi to learn Taekwondo. She broke her ribs and stayed in the hospital for three months. After being discharged from the hospital and returning to school, she never saw Mao Xiabing again.

There was no chance of revenge against him.

Mao Xiabing's expression was grim. "If it weren't for you, how could I be tortured into this state by Lu Yi!"

Meng Anran raised her eyebrows, "What did Lu Yi do?"

Mao Xiabing snorted coldly and slowly recounted what had happened over the years: "Back then, Lu Yi kidnapped me right at the kindergarten gate and sent me to a wealthy businessman with a quirky personality abroad, where I was subjected to humiliation. All these years later, if I hadn't undergone a sex change operation and changed my appearance, I wouldn't have been able to escape!"

Meng Anran glanced at her lazily, her expression filled with indescribable sadness. "The story is so poorly written, full of loopholes. Next time you come to cause trouble, remember to write a draft in advance."

She snapped her fingers, and instantly, a group of well-trained bodyguards in suits and ties rushed up and surrounded Mao Xiabing and his group.

Meng Anran crossed her arms and looked at Mao Xiabing with a half-smile: "You said Lu Yi gave you to a wealthy foreign businessman? Then do you know what Lu Heng was doing that year?"

Mao Xiabing's face froze, obviously not expecting her to suddenly ask about Lu Heng.

"Lu Heng is cleaning up Lu Yi's mess all over the street. Lu Yi doesn't have any connections besides those second-generation rich kids. How could he send you abroad?" Meng Anran approached slowly, her high heels making crisp sounds on the marble floor, "And..."

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Mao Xiabing's golden wig.

"Ah!" Mao Xiabing screamed and hurriedly covered his exposed shaved head.

Meng Anran threw the wig on the ground and sneered: "Mao Xiabin, your ability to make up stories is too poor."

Mao Xiabin was furious and pulled out a dagger from his bag. "So what! Today I must—"

However, before he could finish his words, the bodyguard grabbed his wrist tightly and threw him to the ground with a neat shoulder throw.

His group of people were also controlled by Meng Anran's bodyguards.

"The acting is terrible too." Meng Anran looked down at him, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Mao Xiabin gritted his teeth and said nothing, with an expression that showed he would rather die than surrender.

At this time, the bodyguard found a mobile phone from him.

The latest message reads: [According to the plan, Meng Anran must be brought to ruin.]

Sender: Secretary Su.

Meng Anran narrowed her eyes slightly.

Su? Secretary?

"Interesting." She chuckled and called Lu Heng. "Lu Heng, is the person you placed next to Lu Yi to work for him called Su Sheng?"

"It's so rare that you call me just to ask such an insignificant question?"

Lu Heng's voice was calm, just enough for Meng Anran to sense his dissatisfaction.

"He seems to be trying out some new things recently." Meng Anran curled her red lips with a hint of playfulness and casualness.

"Tell me about it." Lu Heng seemed to be in the mood and was rarely willing to let the call last more than a minute.

"Mao Xiabin brought a bunch of people to block me at the Ruiming parking lot, claiming that Lu Yi sent him abroad as a toy."

"Pretty stupid."

"Really? I think he's quite smart." Meng Anran glanced at the man who was being held down by the bodyguards and knelt in front of her, and said lightly: "You should deal with your people. If you don't care, I will have to intervene."

"Playing golf when you're bored is just a dirty job."

"Then... thank you, Mr. Lu."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Mao Xiabin, whose face was ashen, and raised her red lips slightly: "It seems that this matter is much more interesting than I thought."

Bodyguard captain Zhang Tao stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Boss, what should we do with these people?"

Meng Anran glanced at the surveillance camera not far away, "There's someone in the Ruiming Group parking lot trying to kidnap Chairman Ruiming. Send him to the police."

Zhang Tao nodded in understanding, "Yes."

On the other side, Lu Heng fell into silence for a long time after hanging up the phone.

Su Sheng was his spy placed next to Lu Yi, keeping an eye on Lu Yi's every move to prevent this mad dog from causing him any uncontrollable trouble.

For ten years, he never noticed any clues from Su Sheng, and he would always report all of Lu Yi's movements to him in detail.

So, Su Sheng suddenly acted against his orders. Was he instigated by Lu Yi?

Or... Su Sheng has more than one employer?

"Mr. Lu?"

The person in front of him spoke cautiously, not understanding why the air pressure around Lu Heng suddenly became so low and terrifying.

Lu Heng glanced over, spread out the documents in front of the other party, and threw a pen over. "Sign it."

The man looked embarrassed and tremblingly said, "Boss Lu, it's not that I don't want to cooperate with you, it's mainly because this matter is not my turn—"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Lu Heng's eyes, and his voice was low but cold: "Sign with a pen, or change to a knife?"

The other party fell silent instantly, the hairs on his back stood up, and he hurriedly picked up the pen and signed his name.

Lu Heng winked at his secretary, Xiang Fu, who was waiting nearby. Xiang Fu stepped forward and took the signed contract. "It's a pleasure to work with you. I'll see you out. This way, please."

The people were taken away, and Lu Heng was the only one left in the teahouse.

He skillfully boiled water to make tea, and his simple movements exuded an innate elegance and dignity.

While waiting for the water to boil, he picked up his phone, looked through the address book, and dialed Su Sheng.

Without much pleasantries, the other party answered and reported Lu Yi's movements as usual: "Mr. Lu, the second young master recently participated in a private tournament in Licheng. He did not do anything else out of the ordinary."

"Really?" Lu Heng's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard. "Then who instructed you to send someone to look for An Ran?"

Lu Heng's slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the celadon teacup, and there was an obvious pause of two seconds on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Lu, I don't understand what you mean." Su Sheng's voice was still steady, but the ending tone was slightly tense.