Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

74 Reflecting Moon

Shen Qiuhua glanced at the rearview mirror of the car. She had already learned how to read the driver's expression through it. "You should be awake by now, right?"

Zhao Ming opened his eyes but didn't turn around. "Miss Shen is quite a remarkable person."

"I've encountered too many people pretending to sleep. So many that... I no longer need to look, I can tell just by listening to their breathing." Shen Qiuhua smiled. "There's nothing for Yang Qiong and me to hide from you. Since Mr. Chen hasn't shown up, it's clear he sent you to monitor us, which means you're one of his trusted aides."

Zhao Ming felt a bit embarrassed. "Trusted? Not really. I just know Mr. Chen treats me well, so I'm loyal to him. He did ask me to keep an eye on you, but he didn't say to monitor you. He trusts you both."

"Businessmen are profit-driven. They gather when there's gain and disperse when there's loss- that's the way of things. In fact, Yang Qiong and I are like businessmen too. After all, we're also here for profit." She spoke softly, her words carrying a weight that resonated deeply in the quiet of the night and the enclosed space.

"Miss Shen, why do I always feel like there's something different about the way you speak? Like... it's not something an ordinary person would say. To be honest, I don't really understand what you mean." Zhao Ming was a straightforward young man. He didn't like to keep things bottled up. Since the conversation had started, he felt it was best to be open about his thoughts.

Shen Qiuhua didn't mind at all. Having crossed over a thousand years, saying things that didn't belong to this era wasn't unusual for her. She wasn't speaking for Zhao Ming's benefit, so she didn't adjust for his understanding. "Stay sharp and make sure nothing happens on our end."

"Oh, okay." Zhao Ming obediently turned his gaze back to the dark night outside the window.

Yang Qiong had already reached the trash can and found that the woven bag she had left there was still in place, seemingly untouched. She glanced around but saw no one. "They're testing us. They've really got patience," she muttered, turning to walk back. She hadn't taken a few steps when she saw car headlights shining in the distance.

It wasn't just one car's headlights-it was the headlights of over a dozen cars turning on at the same time. At that moment, Yang Qiong's phone rang. Seeing the name "Qiuhua" on the screen, she immediately answered.

On the other end, Shen Qiuhua's voice came through. "Something's happened. We're leaving. Be careful!" The call ended decisively, with no hesitation or unnecessary words.

Yang Qiong smiled. That was her woman- always making the right choice, even in the face of danger.

Their car had already sped away at full throttle. Yang Qiong even had the presence of mind to whistle. A luxury car is a luxury car-the acceleration was truly unmatched.

Out of the dozen cars, three had already started pursuing them. From the remaining cars, a group of men wielding weapons emerged.

"Hey! If you come any closer, I'll call the police!" Yang Qiong shouted, not holding back as she saw the group approaching her.

"That's exactly what we want you to do," one of the men muttered.

Yang Qiong raised an eyebrow- her Qiuhua had guessed right. These men were sent by Zheng Dongheng, and their goal was to create a scandal for the Chen family. "If you're so tough, why don't you call the police yourselves!" she shouted, and without hesitation, pulled out a short sword from inside her clothes.

In her past life in the imperial palace, she had learned swordsmanship from Mo Ye and Ouyang Ting with great success. Though she was often discouraged by Ouyang Ting, she had undeniably become a master swordswoman. After returning to the modern era, Yang Qiong had fought several times and realized that she felt incomplete without the sword "Yingyue." So she asked a friend to help her find a short sword similar in size to Yingyue. Not long ago, she received one. It was a fine sword, but its previous owner hadn't taken good care of it, leaving it covered in rust. Who knows what it had been used for? It took her quite a while to restore the blade's sharpness.