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Chapter 45: 2.31 – His Baby – Mr. and Mrs. Jell
+— Author’s note —-+
Proofreaded by P.D Webb
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It was around 7 PM in the evening when Xuan Mu drove with Bing Shi towards the prison. His jet black car upon the road passed through green lights up ahead like an arrow, blending with the wind, becoming a part of the air itself.
“When did you become a shareholder of private prisons?” Bing Shi looked around the luxurious red interior, “I wondered why you liked cars like this so much, now I know why.”
“I know the CEO, who makes a profit out of locking people up,” Xuan Mu spoke as he drove, “Private prisons are a lucrative investment. I got some connections in the government by innovating them.” He chuckled, “Yeah, they are a piece of art. The sound they make is like music to the ears; you can’t stop smiling.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Exactly my thoughts! Ah, my Xuan Mu is so cool. I got in contact with some developers too,” Bing Shi announced boastfully, “Oh, do you see that office building? My name is among the people who participated in the construction. Gods, those architects are crazy individuals. It’s tough to convert their design into a reality because of physics laws, hehe.”
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“My Bing Shi is cool too,” Xuan Mu grinned, pleased with her accomplishment, “Ready to conquer the world?”
“Of course!” Bing Shi laughed gleefully, “Oh, that is a famous football players’ mansion. Everyone, my company, and suppliers cheated him out of money by applying the most expensive, unnecessary components. He didn’t even notice how oddly overpriced it was. I got his autograph, should I sell it? Hmm...” Her merry tone turned serious, “Do you have information on Mr. Stalker?”
“Han Song, 24 years old, half Asian, half Australian. His Asian father is a famous architect while his mother is the daughter of a fashion tycoon. Han Song was a famous Casanova during his first two years; he liked to make bets with his friends. Their targets were young female students, who later became their trophies. Good in looks, studies, and relatively rich,” said Xuan Mu in a long deep breath, “He lives opposite to your apartment complex; you don’t remember him?”
His hand gripped his steering wheel tightly, making his veins on his hands pop, “After two years, he started to date a young economics department student. Her picture is inside my phone, the folder named after today’s date.”
“Hmm, I can’t recall at all. Too many people greet me,” Bing Shi grabbed his phone on the stand. After unlocking it, she ignored all the missed calls plus messages, looking for a specific folder. “Woaah, she is similar to me, isn’t she?”
She looked at the woman on the picture with the same clothing and hairstyle, “But he doesn’t have a reason to like me. Isn’t it only to raise his ego? Why would he make a big move today?”
“He broke up with his girlfriend after a month. According to her, he was mumbling somebody else’s name during their private time. The clothes in the pictures were chosen by him.” Xuan Mu gritted his teeth, “You resigned from work, and tomorrow your family is coming. He wanted to do something to you today! ”
“Xuan Mu, slow down!” Bing Shi raised her voice; her hands gripped the door and the seatbelt in terror.
“I’m going to kill him!” Voice fueled with fury, he stepped on the gas, making the car increase its speed.
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The policemen, who were measuring the limit on their speedometers, looked at the entirely black car that passed them, with their mouths agape, “...”
“That car, that number plate, was it him?” A policeman with a chubby statue asked his colleague in amazement.
“Seems like it. The safety of Sydney increased thanks to him. There was a message from higher-ups about his arrival. Something must have happened.” His tall colleague nodded, “Let’s pretend we saw nothing.”
“Yeah...” Both of them nodded at each other and continued with their job.
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“Xuan Mu! If you don’t slow down, I’m going to dirty your baby with my puke!” Bing Shi threatened.
Xuan Mu slowed down. “No, not my baby,” he pleaded, attempting to calm down.
Whenever it came to his Bing Shi, Xuan Mu couldn’t control his emotions. After he calmed down, he started to reprimand her, “He is dangerous. Do you know what could have happened? I don’t even want to think about it. And why are you so calm!? You don’t have to pretend before me!”
“I’m not pretending. I’m not wasting my emotions on someone unimportant!” Bing Shi raised her voice, “I felt scared because you weren’t with me. I’m fine now,” she said silently, “What are your plans with him?”
“I bought a medical report, an actress with a false identity that’ll play the role of his previous victim and the media. I fabricated the whole scene. The court won’t be on his side,” Xuan Mu said indifferently, “I’ll make sure his family won’t be able to bail him out. It’s not his first time being accused of rape.”
“It must have cost a lot of money,” Bing Shi said regretfully. Using the browser in his phone, she went through some information about that private prison.
“That’s why I asked for permission to kill him,” Xuan Mu smiled at their similar priorities. Noticing her action, he grew nervous. “I could’ve saved time and money.”
“But it’s worth it, right?” Giving his phone back, Bing Shi clapped her hands with glee, “What a memorable day ??.”
“Mm. True.” Xuan Mu chuckled, relieved that she didn’t pursue the underhanded matter, “At least let me beat him to a pulp.”
“Of course, for all the physical pain, he put me through. Just don’t hurt yourself,” Bing Shi sighed in exaggeration, thinking about all the damage that person would be put through just because he chose a wrong target to mess with. She couldn’t deny his actions. Living alone as a foreigner, she seemed to give the impression of a weak victim. “Oh, let’s not forget all the girls he played with. Ah, I want to beat him, but what do I do? I don’t use violence,” she said in pity.
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