Chapter 404 What are you doing here too?

Kong Wange planned to wait at the door. Once she had the chance to meet Old Master Sun, she was confident that with her knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, she and Old Master Sun would have a lot in common and she could persuade him to help her.

After placing her takeout order, she was idly waiting for her prey to arrive when suddenly everything went dark.

Could it be that Old Master Sun has come out?

A surge of joy filled her heart, and she immediately looked up. But upon seeing who it was, her eyes first widened in surprise, then turned into boundless disappointment.

Murong Ting clutched his chest, looking as if he were seriously injured: "Wanwan, what's with that expression? Are you unhappy to see me?"

Kong Wange replied perfunctorily, "I'm so happy, I'm practically bubbling with joy! What are you doing here?"

Murong Ting took her hand and sat down with her on a rock: "I've come to visit a friend, what about you?"

For some reason, Kong Wange didn't want the man to see her disheveled state, so she coughed lightly guiltily and said, "On vacation."

"Tourism?" Murong Ting didn't immediately expose her lie, but deliberately looked around and said, "Tourism here?"

"What, is that not allowed?"

Murong Ting nodded and chuckled, "Alright, alright, that's perfect. But it seems the mountain owner isn't too welcoming to outsiders. Why don't you go check out some other mountains?"

Kong Wange sensed the sarcasm in the man's words and immediately reacted: "When did you arrive? Did you hear and see everything?"

Should I say I saw it, or that I didn't see it?

Looking at the man's smug expression... Kong Wange just wanted him to die!

She raised her hiking stick and poked him: "You saw it a long time ago and still asked me, were you deliberately trying to make fun of me? Is it funny?!"

Murong Ting laughed and dodged her: "Alright, Wanwan, I was wrong. Be careful, where are you going to poke me?"

Kong Wange didn't stop; she changed from poking to knocking and danced even more fiercely.

Seeing that she was serious, Murong Ting didn't dare to tease her anymore and quickly grabbed the hiking pole.

Kong Wange was holding on tightly, never expecting that Murong Ting would have such strength. In a moment of carelessness, she fell directly into his arms.

Murong Ting gripped his hiking stick in one hand and held her in the other, a smile still lingering on his face: "The ancients said that beating is a sign of affection and scolding is a sign of love, and they were right. Wanwan must have felt sorry for me to throw herself into my arms like that?"

Kong Wange: "..."

What a thick skin.

She struggled to get up.

Murong Ting couldn't give her that chance, so he quickly hugged her and smiled to comfort her: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore, Wanwan, I understand that you're angry with me."

Murong Ting stared at her, his eyes suddenly turning serious: "But you know you're facing difficulties, yet you don't tell me. How hurt and saddened do I feel by this distant attitude?"

Kong Wange was taken aback; she hadn't really thought of that. She replied, "You're already busy enough. I don't want you to worry too much about me."

Murong Ting said firmly, "Wanwan, husband and wife are one, why do you have to be so particular about me?"

Kong Wange stared at the scar on his brow bone, memories flooding back, and her attitude softened: "Okay, I was wrong this time. I didn't consider your feelings. I'll definitely talk to you about anything in the future."

Murong Ting gently pinched her nose with satisfaction: "That's more like it."

Kong Wange realized that the man's presence here was no accident. She snuggled out of his arms and said, "So when you said you were visiting a friend, you meant Old Master Sun?"

“That’s right.” Murong Ting nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. “How about that? Your husband’s network of connections is quite extensive, isn’t it?”

Kong Wange gave a thumbs up: "Deep, even deeper than the East African Rift Valley. I never expected you to be friends with Old Sun. How did you two meet?"

Murong Ting said, "Actually, it's nothing. Seven or eight years ago, Old Sun loved mountain climbing. One time, he encountered a mudslide while mountain climbing and almost lost his leg. I contacted a top surgeon abroad to perform the surgery, which saved his left leg."

After listening, Kong Wange exclaimed, "So you two are practically acquainted!"

Murong Ting frowned: "Why does what you're saying sound so awkward to me?"

Kong Wange chuckled and said, "The Chinese language is profound and extensive."

"Fine, I can't argue with you." Murong Ting took her hand affectionately. "I have an appointment with Old Master Sun at two o'clock this afternoon. Let's go in together."

"Okay." Kong Wange replied happily. After taking two steps, she suddenly remembered something else and stopped, saying, "I almost forgot, I just ordered takeout. Anyway, we still have plenty of time. Why don't we wait at the door? It would be impolite to come out and get takeout in front of the host on our first meeting."

"That's true." Murong Ting thought for a moment and said, "Have you checked if delivery has started? Or you could call the delivery guy and tell him not to deliver anymore, and to have the food delivered to him instead?"

Kong Wange's eyes lit up: "This idea is reliable, let me take a look."

As soon as she turned on her phone, a new unread message popped up in the WeChat notification bar. She has OCD, so she tapped it without thinking.

Just as she was about to log out, the message content instantly caught her eye.

The WeChat message was from Lin Cheng. His first sentence was: "Young Master Ting, something big has happened!"

He then sent another picture.

Kong Wange casually clicked on the image, which was a screenshot of three text messages. The first two were:

[Brother Ting, this is Luo Yun. My uncle is hosting a banquet and would like to invite Elder Sun Hairong to attend. I heard you and he are old friends. Could you please pass on a message to him for me?]

This is the first time my uncle has assigned me a task, and I really don't want to mess it up. Please, please, I'll treat you to a big meal if I succeed!

The third message was posted not long ago: "Brother Ting, I'm in Xiangcheng. If you still remember our old friendship, I hope we can come together."

"Brother Ting," "old flame"—these intimate terms of address, these suggestive words, deeply stung Kong Wange's eyes.

But deep down, she still believed in Murong Ting.

Belief is one thing, but looking back now, there are indeed many things that I have doubts about.

For example, why does Murong Ting know more about the Wen family than she does, as if he were half a member of the Wen family?

These things she used to disregard now require a reasonable explanation.

She took a deep breath and typed back: 【Lin Cheng, you sent this to the wrong person.】

opposite:【! ! ! 】

They then retreated at the speed of light.

Immediately after, Lin Cheng replied with another message: 【Young Madam, please let me explain.】

Kong Wange had already turned off her phone. She didn't want to hear Lin Cheng's explanation; she only wanted to hear what Murong Ting had to say.

Murong Ting noticed her sudden drop in mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kong Wange stared at him, her tone surprisingly calm: "Murong Ting, you just said you hoped I wouldn't hide anything from you and that you wanted to communicate with me. Now it's my turn to ask you, are you hiding anything from me?"