Young Master Ting, After Madam Faked Her Death, She Secretly Gave Birth to Three Children

(Marriage before love, hidden identities, revenge, hilarious, cute babies) Mu Rongting, a rising star in the business world, was focused on his career and vowed not to marry. However, his grandfath...

Chapter 154 Five Sixes vs. Five Eights

Chapter 154 Five Sixes vs. Five Eights

Kong Wange nodded knowingly, withdrew her foot, and made room for him. She thought to herself that it was truly a strange fate that they ended up sitting together on a plane.

The two sat down and fastened their seatbelts.

They all closed their eyes to rest, and no one paid any attention to each other.

Shortly after takeoff, a flight attendant came over, carrying a small blanket, and greeted us with a warm smile, "Hello, would you like a blanket?"

The air conditioning on the plane was on full blast, and it was a bit chilly to be dressed lightly.

Murong Ting said, "Give me one."

The flight attendant smiled and handed over a blanket: "Here's your blanket."

Kong Wange was also feeling cold, so she said to the flight attendant, "Could you please give me one too?"

The flight attendant glanced back and said apologetically, "Madam, I'm so sorry, this is the only blanket I have here. Please wait a moment while I go and find another one for you."

Kong Wange hummed in agreement.

A moment later, the flight attendant returned, still apologetic: "Madam, I'm so sorry, we only had that one blanket left. Would you mind having this small quilt?"

Kong Wange glanced at it and thought that the small blanket was not worth the name "small". It could only cover her legs at most, and it was not as thick as her coat when she put it on her legs.

She said helplessly, "Never mind, I won't use it for now."

"Okay, I'm so sorry, please call me if you need anything."

Kong Wange nodded faintly, and the flight attendant turned and left with deep apologies.

Throughout the entire process, the man beside her did not utter a single word.

Kong Wange turned her head and subconsciously glanced at the fluffy blanket draped over Murong Ting.

Noticing her gaze, Murong Ting turned his head and asked, "Want it?"

Kong Wange was somewhat incredulous: "You're going to give it to me? You're that kind of person?"

Murong Ting gave a formulaic smile: "As long as you give me custody of Xiao Chi, I'm only pretending to be kind."

Kong Wange immediately rolled her eyes.

She knew it!

“Forget it,” she interrupted him, “you should just stay ruthless, that’s more in line with your persona.”

After speaking, Kong Wange lowered the back of her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Murong Ting: "..."

Seeing Kong Wange subconsciously rub her exposed forearm, he remained silent for a moment before finally throwing his blanket over her.

Kong Wange suddenly felt a warmth on her body.

She was slightly taken aback, realizing that it was Murong Ting who had given her the blanket, and turned to look at him.

But the man turned his head to look out the window, showing no intention of listening to her thanks.

She didn't make a fuss; she covered herself with the blanket and quietly lay back down.

The plane flew smoothly all the way and landed at Rongcheng Airport.

After getting off the plane, Lin Cheng and Murong Ting met up. Upon seeing Kong Wange, Lin Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "Young Madam, what are you doing here?"

Kong Wange smiled politely at Lin Cheng: "I'm here for tourism. You guys are busy, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he walked towards the exit.

It took Lin Cheng a while to react, and he asked in a somewhat horrified tone, "Young Master Ting, is there anything fun to do in Rongcheng? Is the young mistress here for a vacation?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Murong Ting's face darken as he angrily complained, "She said she was visiting relatives on the plane, but now it's turned into a trip. She doesn't tell the truth at all, what a waste of my little blanket."

Lin Cheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked gossipily, "A small blanket? What small blanket? Is there something about a small blanket in this?"

Murong Ting: "..."

Lin Cheng, observing the situation, waved his hand and said, "Hey, Young Master Ting, there's no need to explain. We're all men, I understand."

Murong Ting: You don't know anything.

As they spoke, the two exited the station and stood by the roadside. Lin Cheng said, "Young Master Ting, please wait a moment. My rented car will be here soon."

Murong Ting hummed in agreement.

He glanced around and paused.

Not far away, a pure silver Bentley was parked on the side of the road.

A man with an imposing presence, standing about 1.9 meters tall and wearing a dark green trench coat, was opening the car door for Kong Wange.

The two chatted and laughed, and when they got into the car, the other person even put his hand on her head to prevent her from bumping into something.

Murong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ha, all that talk about visiting relatives and traveling, turns out he's just looking for a gigolo.

This person... could he be Kong Ran's father?

The two got into the car, and just as it was about to leave, Lin Cheng noticed and exclaimed, "Hey, Young Master Ting, what a cool license plate! It's five sixes!"

Murong Ting scoffed coldly: "What's so cool about it? It just attracts attention and is flashy and ostentatious."

Lin Cheng: "?"

Just then, a minivan drove up from a distance and slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

Lin Cheng didn't dare to speak for a moment.

The driver got out of the car and walked respectfully toward Lin Cheng and Murong Ting.

Murong Ting's lips twitched: "Don't tell me this is a car you rented."

Lin Cheng chuckled dryly, "Young Master Ting, we're already in Rongcheng, I'm thinking we don't need to keep such a low profile..."

Murong Ting stared into thought as he looked at the dark green Rolls-Royce in front of him and its license plate with five eights.

Lin Cheng coughed lightly and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Young Master Ting, this car makes other people look like country bumpkins, but when you drive it, you look like a rich young master. After all, you have a different aura!"

Murong Ting raised his eyes and pointed at Lin Cheng: "Finally, you've said something sensible."

After saying that, he gestured for Lin Cheng to take the keys, and then got into the car himself.

Seeing that Murong Ting's expression had softened, Lin Cheng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, can anyone tell him where Young Master Ting's damn competitive spirit comes from?

The car traveled on the highway the whole way.

Murong Ting leaned back in his chair and checked his work emails.

Lin Cheng, driving, suddenly spoke up: "Hey, Young Master Ting, aren't those five sixes? Why are they ahead of us? Are they also going to Jinzhen?"

Murong Ting paused and looked up.

Sure enough, the car that Kong Wange was in was right in front of them.

He snorted coldly and ordered Lin Cheng, "Pass it."

"Alright!" Lin Cheng stepped on the gas, and the car sped off, overtaking the silver Bentley.

Lin Cheng cheered with a "Yo-ho!"

Murong Ting kept his eyes straight ahead, a slight smile playing on his lips, clearly in a good mood.

At that moment, inside the Bentley, Yan Su watched the Rolls-Royce speeding past him and clicked his tongue: "Five eights, that's flashy enough. But choosing green for the body, this guy must be a bit crazy."

Kong Wange looked up and threw out eight words: "Attention-grabbing, flamboyant and ostentatious."

...

Five August 1st Roads sped by at breakneck speed, leaving five sixes far behind.

As they got closer to their destination, Murong Ting became increasingly silent in the car.

The feeling of ease I had just felt gradually faded.

Seeing this, Lin Cheng didn't say much, but simply opened the car window and slowed down the car.

Upon reaching the foot of Yunshan Mountain, Lin Cheng stopped, his face unusually solemn: "Young Master Ting, we've arrived."

Murong Ting nodded and got out of the car.

The two bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums and a handful of peonies at a shop at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this, the shop owner couldn't help but ask, "Young man, are you going up the mountain to offer sacrifices?"

Murong Ting nodded slightly: "My old friend is on the mountain."

The shop owner sighed, "Well, if you ask me, you should go another time. There have been mudslides on the mountain these past few days, and it's all mud and dirt everywhere. The roads are difficult to travel and quite dangerous."