Chapter 87 The Silly Young Master Ting's Scheme to Test His Wife

"But the young mistress lives next door!"

Lin Cheng was stunned after he finished speaking. Damn, if the young mistress is Chanyi...

Doesn't that make sense?

He looked up and found that Ting Shao was looking at him, clearly having expected this.

“When I found 2602, I was so shocked to see Kong Wange that I completely overlooked the possibility that she was Chanyi,” Murong Ting said slowly.

Lin Cheng said with some horror, "But didn't Chanyi go back to the United States? The young mistress has been right under our noses the whole time and has never been abroad."

"You forgot that when we checked the surveillance footage, and you reported to me that Chanyi hadn't left the neighborhood, Kong Wange was also there. Shortly after, Chanyi, who had been lurking online, suddenly updated her status, saying that she had returned to the United States."

"It's not difficult to ask a friend abroad to post this message for her. Besides, do you remember that Weibo ID?"

Lin Cheng replied, "I remember, Dou Niwan."

"Read it carefully a few more times."

Lin Cheng looked puzzled: "Dou Niwan, Dou Niwan, Dou Niwan, are you kidding me?!"

His expression shifted several times before he shouted, "Young Master Ting, it can't be such a coincidence, can it? But... but Chu Ning stayed with the young mistress for a while before, and we didn't notice anything unusual?"

“No…” Murong Ting leaned back in his chair, recalling as he spoke, “The box of silver needles she dropped in the coffee shop was exactly the same as Chanyi’s.”

"Wait a minute, Young Master Ting. I remember this. You were suspicious because of that box that was aimed at the young mistress, but later... didn't you go to the young mistress's house yourself?"

“That’s right!” Lin Cheng thought of the most crucial point: “Young Master Ting, Chanyi has two children, but the young mistress and you only have one child!”

Murong Ting threw the pen in his hand into Lin Cheng's arms: "Are you an idiot? Kong Wange just has two children!"

Lin Cheng: "?"

He thought about it in the same direction as Murong Ting, and then he felt completely numb.

Yes, isn't that little girl also the young mistress's child?

He was immediately stunned: "Ting, Young Master Ting, is this melon guaranteed to be ripe? Could it be that the young mistress is really Chanyi? Then why is she hiding her identity and avoiding you?"

"Why is she avoiding me? Because she feels guilty towards me and Xiao Chen."

Murong Ting took a deep breath and opened his eyes from the back of the chair: "I asked her on the phone just now, but she denied it and even used her best friend as a shield. So we need to find a way to test her and make her slip up."

"How do we try it?" Lin Cheng asked intently.

That's so exciting!

The thought that the young mistress might be Chan Yi adds a layer of mystery to the whole affair. Looking at it this way, the young mistress could very well be the legendary master of disguises!

Murong Ting glanced at him, his expression somewhat complicated, and said, "Of course, we'll let her reveal her superb medical skills herself, and then we'll take advantage of the situation to interrogate her. Don't work overtime tonight, come home with me."

"Huh?" Lin Cheng was taken aback, then hesitated for a moment, "Well, the young mistress is at home, wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go?"

Murong Ting snorted coldly: "What are you thinking? You handle the matter of testing Kong Wange."

Lin Cheng: "?"

After Murong Ting arranged for someone to send the contract to Kong Wange's email address, he immediately took Lin Cheng home.

Not long after, Kong Wange returned as well.

Murong Ting and Lin Cheng hid in the study and began to plot after hearing her return.

Lin Cheng sat across from the desk, looking unwilling: "Young Master Ting, I'm afraid of getting hurt. Why don't you go instead?"

Murong Ting looked at him coldly: "Don't you want the bonus anymore?"

"All you know is how to threaten me with the bonus." Lin Cheng felt wronged. "If you had a decent method, that would have been fine, but instead you told me to cut myself and then go to the young mistress for treatment. How could I possibly do that?"

Murong Ting coughed softly: "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A man who isn't ruthless won't have a stable career'?"

"I think this sentence suits you better. No wonder you're the CEO; only you could do something like this."

Murong Ting: "..."

Even the bonus was no longer effective, so he could only say earnestly, "Do you think I didn't want to come? But do you think Kong Wange was willing to help me? I've gone to great lengths to find Chanyi for so long. If she had even the slightest intention to help me, she wouldn't still be denying her identity now."

"Then the young mistress might not be willing to save me. Everyone knows that you and I are on the same side."

After listening to Lin Cheng's excuses, Murong Ting said expressionlessly after a long while, "She will save you. Didn't you help her move? Three hundred thousand, are you in or not?"

Lin Cheng: "What did you say, Young Master Ting?"

"If this goes well, I'll add 300,000 to your quarterly bonus."

Lin Cheng: "?!"

Three hundred thousand! That's no small sum!

"Young Master Ting, money isn't really important. The main thing is that I'm not afraid of pain. How about... I give it a try?"

Murong Ting: "..."

Money is indeed more effective than threats.

He took a deep breath and gestured with his chin toward him.

Lin Cheng looked at the fruit knife in the fruit plate on the table, made a tough decision, and picked it up.

"Young Master Ting, just tell me, how deep and wide do you want the cut? As long as it's not a finger that's chopped off, I can do it!"

"Of course, the deeper the bleeding, the better."

Lin Cheng: "...No problem."

Then he gestured for a long time, cutting horizontally and vertically, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.

Murong Ting was getting annoyed by him: "Are you chopping vegetables here? Get out of the way, get out of the way, if you can't do it, I'll do it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Cheng immediately handed him the knife: "Young Master Ting, money really isn't that easy to earn. I have high hopes for you."

This kind of twisted behavior of stabbing oneself is more suitable for a CEO!

Murong Ting took the fruit knife, sneered, and without saying a word, slashed at Lin Cheng's finger.

Lin Cheng: "?!!"

He instinctively pulled his hand back, and the fruit knife left a bloody mark on his index finger.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! Young Master Ting, what are you doing? Didn't you say you were coming?"

“Yeah,” Murong Ting said, looking puzzled, “I said I’d come and stab you.”

Lin Cheng: "..."

Why are his and the CEO's thought processes never aligned?

"President, you're bleeding!" Lin Cheng looked at his finger, tears welling up in his eyes.

Murong Ting looked speechless: "Look at yourself. You dodged so quickly and only got such a small cut. I suggest you find a band-aid and put it on quickly, otherwise the wound will start to heal."

Lin Cheng: "..."

He felt like he had suffered a thousand points of damage!

Although the wound is small, it still bled. Why are you complaining that it didn't bleed enough?

Huh? Not many?

If there's a lot of blood, will the young mistress be able to see it and then demonstrate her superb medical skills to treat me?

Thinking about it, Lin Cheng suddenly clapped his hands: "Young Master Ting, I have an idea!"

He opened the drawer, took out a bottle of red ink, twisted it open, and poured it all over his hand.

Murong Ting's expression was indescribable.

Could this be any more fake?

Lin Cheng gave him a push: "Hey, Young Master Ting, hurry up and call the young mistress down. If we wait any longer, the blood will dry and it will be harder to act."

After saying that, he raised his voice and called upstairs, "Young Madam..."

Murong Ting raised his hand and slapped him on the head. "Don't shout. If you bring down that little brat Murong Chen, it will definitely cause trouble."

"Then what should we do?"

"I called her down via WeChat."