Virus King - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Encountering an Acquaintance! What a Mess in this Circle!

TL: YYang

“Shuang’er, you don’t need to wait at the door. Go wait in the car. Chen Bai and I will be down in a bit, and we’re going home for dinner today.”

“Yes!”

Listening to Madam’s command over the phone, Shuang’er hesitated, glancing at the room, but eventually left.

Because she knew that even if she stayed, there was nothing she could do.

That man was terrifying.

She couldn’t begin to imagine what it meant to evade a bullet simply by reflex and speed.

Of course, Shuang’er couldn’t even picture what was happening inside the room at that very moment.

Chen Bai glanced at the young nurse, still sound asleep. Despite the previous noise, it hadn’t been enough to wake her up.

Well, it made sense—after being worn out by him for hours, plus having worked the night shift, this level of sleep quality was only natural.

He then looked at Song Ziqiong beside him.

This woman, whose assets ranked among the top in Jiangcheng, had already regained her noble and reserved composure.

In truth, Chen Bai hadn’t done much to her.

At present, Song Ziqiong wasn’t yet the Saint of Qionghai from his previous life. A grand feast like her needed to be nurtured slowly and savored gradually.

During the past hour, Chen Bai had only engaged in a bit of role-play with her.

Dressed in a long, black gown that exuded elegance and allure and fell gracefully to her knees, suiting her height perfectly.

From any angle, her true age was impossible to discern.

Elegant, dignified—every word of praise for a mature woman could easily be applied to her.

However, upon closer observation, one might notice an inconspicuous and slightly irregular bulge beneath the back of her gown.

As Song Ziqiong moved, a faint furry object could be glimpsed occasionally beneath her skirt.

At this moment, even Chen Bai had to admire Song Ziqiong’s adaptability; she truly was remarkable.

No wonder she would later become the Saint of Qionghai—signs of her potential were already apparent!

Noticing Chen Bai’s teasing look, Song Ziqiong’s face flushed slightly. Never in her life had she imagined she’d play such a game at her age.

Although… it was rather amusing.

From a psychological perspective, contrasting behaviors were quite normal.

The more a person appeared a certain way outwardly, the more they might be otherwise inside.

Song Ziqiong was evidently no exception, and Chen Bai had given her a reason she simply couldn’t refuse.

If resistance was futile, what choice did she have?

Now Chen Bai believed it!

“Let’s go.”

Song Ziqiong’s expression stiffened, and Chen Bai chuckled: “Don’t worry, I’ll take it off before we get in the car and back home. Don’t you want to try it out?”

Sure enough, a hint of interest appeared on her face.

The presidential suite had a private elevator, and Song Ziqiong walked with perfect poise down the corridor leading to it.

After exiting the elevator, she let out a soft breath, her expression cool and her demeanor as icy as ever—displaying the proud, lofty aura of Queen Song standing atop Jiangcheng’s elite.

Chen Bai followed beside her, smiling as he extended his arm for her to take.

Fortunately, it wasn’t the weekend, nor any special occasion, so the Ritz-Carlton’s lobby—despite being one of the most luxurious hotels—was nearly empty, which allowed Song Ziqiong to let out a small breath of relief.

Yet, the strange thrill of it all sparked an inexplicable excitement in the typically composed Queen Song.

Then, suddenly, an astonished voice sounded from the side:

“Chen Bai?!”

Chen Bai could feel Song Ziqiong’s entire body tense as she clung tightly to his arm. He smiled, turning to see where the voice had come from.

It really was someone he knew!

And, in fact, one of the few acquaintances he had.

Zhao Mu, Lin Qizheng, and Li Feng—his only three roommates from Jiangcheng University!

What were they doing here?

“It really is you!”

Zhao Mu hurried over, but he froze in place upon noticing Song Ziqiong beside him. What a stunning, elegant woman! She practically radiated wealth.

And as to why he was certain of her wealth, it was the exquisite diamond-encrusted watch on her snow-white wrist as she held onto Chen Bai.

Chen Bai himself had little interest in luxury items.

But Zhao Mu, with his exposure to high-end circles, immediately recognized the watch—Vacheron Constantin’s MALE series.

Though Vacheron Constantin might not hold quite the prestige of Patek Philippe, this particular women’s model, among their million-level watches, undeniably demonstrated her immense wealth.

Chen Bai shot the three of them a brief glance.

“What are you guys doing here?!”

Zhao Mu, unabashed, responded: “Some of the young masters from our school, like Liu Shao and Fang Shao, have been organizing card games lately. We came to help out.”

Chen Bai nodded.

Among the rich kids at the university, there were top-notch students, heirs with clear paths laid out for them, and naturally, a few aimless second-generation rich kids coasting through life.

Gambling was a universal lure, so there was always a crowd eager to join.

Since dorms enforced lights-out at a certain time, wealthy students from both the university and other schools in Jiangcheng often rented venues outside to hold smaller gatherings.

Zhao Mu’s group was in charge of setting up contacts and arranging anything they needed, pulling in tens of thousands in commission each night with ease.

Chen Bai chuckled, nodding.

However, Lin Qizheng, standing nearby, cautiously murmured, “Auntie Song?!”

Song Ziqiong, who had already been tense, froze once more.

Of course, Chen Bai’s classmates were students at Jiangcheng University. Although she rarely appeared on campus as a board member, it wouldn’t be hard to recognize her face.

But this was not the time to slip up. She offered a graceful smile:

“And you are…?”

“Oh, it really is you! I saw you at the last assembly!”

Song Ziqiong exhaled a subtle sigh of relief.

“Hello, but I still have some matters to discuss with Young Chen, so I won’t keep you!”

She glanced at Chen Bai, and upon seeing he had no objections, relaxed, hurrying with him toward the hotel entrance.

The three friends remained rooted in place.

Li Feng sighed, “No wonder Chen Bai’s not interested in our campus belle Song Ge—he’s been hooked up with a rich woman outside!”

Lin Qizheng cast him a look of disdain as if he were a fool before saying calmly:

“Director Song is Song Ge’s mother.”

“What?!”

Even Zhao Mu was caught off guard.

Lin Qizheng furrowed his brow, visibly doubtful.

He squinted at the silhouette of “Auntie Song” walking away, glimpsing what seemed to be a furry bit of fabric protruding slightly from beneath her skirt—almost indistinguishable, blending in with the black fabric. He couldn’t be sure.

He shook his head. It was impossible, right?

But watching how Song Ziqiong held onto Chen Bai’s arm, Lin Qizheng felt himself wince a little.

All three friends shared the same thought:

Damn.

What a mess in this circle!

…

Chen Bai isn’t literally referred to as young or little by Song Ziqiong. It’s an affix which shows endearment to someone younger than you.