An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 127 Changes in the sky
A man wearing a black fleece-lined leather jacket walked out of Xu Peng's study. The henchman guarding the door immediately came forward, his face full of obsequious smiles: "Brother Zheng, your room is on the third floor. Shall I take you there now?"

The man lowered his eyes slightly and said in a cool tone, "No need, it's stuffy inside, I'll go downstairs for a walk."

The younger brother looked troubled, but still mustered his courage to remind him, "Brother Zheng, the boss said that you shouldn't... without his permission during this period..."

He cleverly left it at that, not revealing everything, thus saving face for the man, but conveying the meaning accurately enough.

Jiang Zheng nodded upon hearing this, then shot him a piercing glare, a chill spreading through him.

The younger brother wisely lowered his head even further.

"Where are Chen Biao and Huang Yongqiang?" Jiang Zheng asked casually.

The younger brother answered truthfully: "Brother Qiang has also been staying here recently, his room is two rooms away from yours. As for Brother Biao... the boss didn't tell us to prepare a room for him."

Upon receiving the answer, Jiang Zheng made no reaction, walked straight to the stairwell, turned a corner, and went downstairs.

The main gate on the first floor of the villa is magnificent and imposing, with deep and textured grain on the heavy solid wood door panels, and intricate European patterns carved on them.

The edges are wrapped in gleaming brass, shimmering with a subtle yet undeniably luxurious luster under the lobby lights.

Jiang Zheng stepped out of the gate and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the sky, stretching endlessly to the horizon, a stark contrast to the clear sky he had arrived in.

The weather is about to change.

The entire estate is very large, with gardens, orchards, stables, and more.

Jiang Zheng wandered aimlessly around the manor, looking just like a rich young master who had come to relax on vacation.

A slightly overweight man with a deep scar on his chin strolled towards them from a distance. Jiang Zheng noticed him but didn't go to greet him. He simply stood there calmly, waiting for the man to come over.

"Ah Zheng, what a refined taste you have! Wearing so little in the dead of winter, aren't you cold walking outside?" Huang Yongqiang shouted from just a few meters away.

Jiang Zheng smiled indifferently, his eyes showing little emotion. "Wearing too many layers feels restrictive; I'm not used to it."

As Huang Yongqiang approached, he remarked, half-jokingly, "It's so good to be young. You're so healthy and strong. I can't help but envy you."

This person has always been like this, always smiling at everyone, able to chat with anyone, whether human or ghost, and never directly clashing with anyone within the group unless absolutely necessary.

But how could someone who can sit in this position be a simple character?
The phrase "a smile hiding a dagger" perfectly describes Huang Yongqiang. He secretly instigated Chen Biao to sabotage Jiang Zheng countless times, causing the two to become enemies and constantly bicker, while he always reaped the benefits from behind the scenes.

Chen Biao was a guy with plenty of courage but not enough brains. After so many rounds, he still didn't realize the essence of the problem. He was completely sold out and even helped the seller count the money.

Jiang Zheng saw all of this clearly, but he didn't care and pretended not to know.

After exchanging pleasantries, Huang Yongqiang glanced around and then lowered his voice: "Chen Biao has caused trouble again. The cops have taken out the westernmost point."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the endless grassland in the distance, then suddenly his tone shifted: "Why did the boss call us over and keep us locked up in the manor?"

Jiang Zheng chuckled inwardly, but showed no sign of it on his face. He even put on a slightly annoyed expression and replied, "...Could it be that Chen Biao is behind this, whispering in the boss's ear that we framed him?"

Jiang Zheng gave the answer he expected, just as he had hoped.

Huang Yongqiang's face showed just the right amount of surprise, then he paused for a moment before continuing, "Your guess isn't impossible..."

Huang Yongqiang wanted to continue speaking, but just then, a black car drove past the two of them. Jiang Zheng was standing close by, and a gust of wind with a clear direction swept through the car, tugging at the corner of his clothes.

It rose and fell, and the car drove away.

Jiang Zheng recognized the car; it was Chen Biao's car.

The scene inside the car that I had just glimpsed flashed before my eyes quickly replayed in my mind.

Chen Biao sat in the passenger seat, while his driver, who had been his constant companion for many years, sat in the driver's seat. In the back seat, a woman who was unconscious was sandwiched between two young men.

The scene flashed by quickly, and Jiang Zheng only caught a fleeting glimpse of it. He didn't actually see the woman's face clearly; a few strands of hair were messily stuck to her face, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Although blurry, it is still possible to tell that she is a beautiful woman.

Without much thought, it's easy to see that Chen Biao is currently in a situation of repeated failures in handling affairs. He deliberately chose this moment to bring a woman who is not fully conscious here. What is his intention?
It's nothing more than using someone else's flowers to curry favor.

But... for some reason, a strange sense of familiarity washed over him, causing him to feel a sudden pang of unease.

Huang Yongqiang's logical and reasoned analysis still echoed in his ears when Jiang Zheng came back to his senses and listened attentively.