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Chapter 133 Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Lin Sheng held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, the wisps of smoke blurring the expression in his eyes. When he understood what Sister Ailian was really after coming tonight, a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips, his tone so calm that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Sister Ailian, to be honest, I don't know you very well."

These words were like stepping on Ailian's tail, instantly making her furious.

The woman who was usually so assertive and domineering in the phone number guild instantly lost all her composure; all the gentleness between her brows vanished, leaving only surging anger.

Before Lin Sheng could speak again, she suddenly stood up, her movements quick and forceful, and straddled his lap, her voice full of grievance and anger: "Liang Sheng, after what you did to me, you dare to say you don't understand me well enough? Are you deliberately playing me?"

Lin Sheng felt the soft touch on his legs, reached out and patted Sister Ailian's round and perky buttocks. The delicate and firm texture in his palm made him pause slightly.

After a few seconds, he said in a somewhat soothing tone, "Sister Ailian, don't be angry. What I mean is, I'm not entirely sure what your real purpose is tonight."

Sister Ailian's cheeks flushed slightly from his slaps, which calmed her anger a little, but she was still annoyed. She abruptly got up from him, then casually rested one of her buttocks on the cold glass coffee table, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at Lin Sheng, not wanting to miss a single expression on his face.

After a moment of silence, Sister Ailian took a deep breath, her voice filled with suppressed anger and resentment, and slowly said, "Ever since Yaowen took over your and Liansheng's venues, he has become completely arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't respect me as the person in charge at all."

Seeing that Lin Sheng didn't seem to care, Sister Ailian lightly kicked him with her foot and said in a coquettish tone, "Yaowen is always going against me. I can hardly control the situation at Hengji now."

After saying that, she looked up at Lin Sheng, a resolute glint in her eyes. Without any pretense, she directly stated her bottom line: "As long as you're willing to help me stabilize Heng Kee's situation and deal with Yao Wen, half of Heng Kee's territory and profits will be yours!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng's smile deepened, his eyes carrying a hint of languidness that was neither a smile nor a frown.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his tone flat yet tinged with mockery: "Only half?"

Although the internal structure of the Number Gang is similar to that of Wo Luen Shing, both are centered around numbers and have a strict hierarchy.

However, the number of numbers in the numbered groups is several times greater than that of the nine districts of Wo Luen Shing, and the internal factions are numerous, making it far more complex than Wo Luen Shing.

Among the many branches of the Number Gang, Hang Kee's overall strength ranks among the top three, roughly on par with Lam Wai Lok of the Luen Shing District in Jordan.

But in Lin Sheng's eyes, this small territory and influence were nothing to worry about.

Not to mention that Sister Ailian was only willing to offer half of her profits as a bargaining chip.

Lin Sheng never engages in thankless tasks, nor would he meddle in the internal disputes of the Number Gang for such insignificant benefits.

Lin Sheng took a drag of his cigarette, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.

If Sister Ailian can't offer anything more substantial or appealing to him, then tonight's conversation will be nothing but a waste of time.

He might play a couple more rounds with Sister Ailian, but if she still wouldn't let it go, he'd just have to say it was a smooth ending.

The two never crossed paths again, and even when they met, they would only say perfunctorily, "Come visit sometime."

Sister Ailian was incredibly shrewd; she immediately saw through the disdain and contempt in Lin Sheng's eyes. A deep unease instantly welled up in her heart, but she forced herself to remain calm, took a deep breath, and suppressed the panic.

She leaned forward, her fair, delicate fingers gently hooking Lin Sheng's chin. Her tone, previously forceful, now held a hint of playfulness and flirtation: "Sheng, I'm a woman. As long as you have me in your heart and genuinely help me, everything I have is yours, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the indifference in Lin Sheng's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a satisfied smile.

To be honest, although Sister Ailian is a few years older, she is very well-maintained, with delicate skin and a charming temperament. In addition, her strong demeanor from years of living a life of luxury makes her more to his liking and more attractive than Bobo's younger girls.

He secretly calculated that if what Sister Ailian said was true and she was genuinely cooperating with him, then this deal would indeed be worthwhile.

Lin Sheng put down his cigarette, slowly stood up, and said in a gentler tone, "Sister Ailian, everyone is tired after all this tonight. We can discuss the specifics tomorrow."

No matter how late he socializes, he never stays out overnight, because there is always a light on at home for him, and a warm home-cooked meal waiting for him.

Ruan Mei's gentleness, thoughtfulness, and meticulous care are warmths that he will never forget and will never forget.

"Sheng?"

Sister Ailian was taken aback by Lin Sheng's sudden change of heart.

Does this mean consent?

Or refuse?

Or is it just a way to keep her calm?

Filled with doubt, Sister Ailian got up and ran to Lin Sheng, opening her arms to block his way.

"Sheng, tonight, you absolutely must give me a definite answer!"

Seeing Ailian's actions, Lin Sheng's face darkened, and he said in a warning tone, "Ailian, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"No...no, I am..." Sister Ailian panicked and quickly explained.

But Lin Sheng didn't want to listen. He grabbed Ai Lian's neck and gently applied force.

Sister Ailian just felt short of breath, then her eyelids drooped and she lost consciousness.

Seeing that Sister Ailian had already fainted, Lin Sheng casually tossed her onto the sofa, picked up his clothes, and left the private room without looking back.

The black Mercedes-Benz S-Class drove smoothly through the night, its headlights piercing the shadows of the trees on either side, casting a warm yellow glow on the quiet street.

Lin Sheng leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, a faint look of fatigue on his face.

But when he thought of the people waiting for him at home, his eyes unconsciously softened.

He slightly raised his eyes and called out to Ahe, who was focused on driving, "Ahe, drive back!"

"Yes, Brother Sheng!"

Ahe immediately nodded in agreement, his hands moving nimbly and steadily as he slowly turned the steering wheel and drove towards Lin Sheng's residence.

He had followed Lin Sheng for many days and knew that while this boss was decisive and efficient outside, he treated Ruan Mei's place as his own home.

The evening breeze blew in through the cracks in the car window, carrying a slight chill, but it couldn't dispel the warmth in Lin Sheng's heart.

A dozen minutes later.

The Mercedes came to a smooth stop downstairs in the residential area. Lin Sheng opened the car door and hurried towards the building, not even bothering to take the coat that A-He handed him. His mind was filled with the desire to see the woman who had been waiting for him for so long.

As soon as he opened the door, a slender black figure rushed over, carrying a familiar, faint scent of lilies that instantly filled his nostrils.

At that moment, the weariness on Lin Sheng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a heart full of warmth. He subconsciously opened his arms and hugged the person in his arms tightly, afraid that she would fall.

"Brother Sheng, I miss you so much!"

Ruan Mei's voice was thick with nasal tone and still carried a trace of lingering fatigue.

She hugged Lin Sheng's strong waist tightly, buried her head in his chest, pressed her cheek against his warm chest, and eagerly poured out all the longing she had felt that day.

Her tears slid down her cheeks, soaking Lin Sheng's shirt. She reached out and grabbed the damp spot, not wanting him to catch a cold.

Lin Sheng gently stroked Ruan Mei's soft hair, his fingers incredibly tender.

He lowered his head, looking at the person in his arms with doting eyes, his voice very low and gentle: "Amei, I didn't tell you not to..."

"Are you going to bed early and waiting for me? It's so late and the weather is chilly, what if you catch a cold?"

Ruan Mei slowly raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, with undried tears still clinging to her long eyelashes, her eyes filled with unconcealed worry.

She gently shook her head, her voice soft: "I'm afraid to sleep until I see you come back."

Ruan Mei spoke with great seriousness, her eyes filled with genuine emotion. She gently touched Lin Sheng's face and said, "Brother Sheng, I'm always worried when you go out. I'm always afraid something will happen to you. No matter how late it is, I have to wait for you to come back. Only when I see you safe and sound can I feel at ease and sleep soundly."

Looking at Ruan Mei like this, Lin Sheng felt both pain and warmth in his heart; pain for her concern and warmth for her deep affection.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his tone full of helplessness yet also revealing an unyielding affection: "You, you're such a silly girl."

As he spoke, Lin Sheng bent down slightly, lifted Ruan Mei into his arms, and walked steadily toward the bedroom.

Ruan Mei instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his neck, and a faint smile gradually appeared on her lips.

She nestled close to Lin Sheng's neck, sniffing gently, again and again, as if searching for a scent different from the one between the two of them, her eyes carrying a hint of barely perceptible probing.

Lin Sheng noticed Ruan Mei's subtle actions and couldn't help but feel extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, he took a hot bath and changed into clean clothes before he came back.

Otherwise, if Ruan Mei were to smell the lingering scent of another woman's perfume on him, given her sensitive and tender nature, she would definitely be heartbroken and might even secretly hide away and cry.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng couldn't help but tighten his arms around her, feeling a pang of heartache.

"Brother Sheng, the villa's renovation is almost finished. Most of the work is done, and there's just some finishing touches, furniture moving in, and soft furnishing arrangement left. When are you free to go take a look?"

Ruan Mei nestled in Lin Sheng's arms, her fingers gently tracing his firm chest muscles. Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of expectation and a barely perceptible weariness.

Lin Sheng looked down at Ruan Mei and noticed that there were faint dark circles under her eyes and her face was paler than usual. He felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Because he was too busy with business, Lin Sheng didn't have time to worry about the renovation, so he casually said, "Amei, I'll leave this to you."

It was just a casual remark, but unexpectedly, Ruan Mei took it on meticulously.

From the initial design plan to the selection of materials, to the supervision of the construction site, the coordination of workers, and the acceptance of each process, she handled all the trivial matters by herself.

Lin Sheng never had to worry about anything.

Lin Sheng knew very well how much work the villa renovation would involve; it was so tedious and troublesome that it was a real headache.

Ruan Mei revised the design plan more than a dozen times.

At first, she didn't understand design, so she carried thick design drawings and studied them little by little, researching and finding designers.

They would humbly ask the renovation workers for advice, sometimes staying up until the early hours of the morning, just to determine the color of a wall or the style of a floor.

Ruan Mei wanted the villa to better suit their wishes and make Lin Sheng more comfortable.

Choosing materials was even more troublesome, as Ruan Mei worried that the materials she bought might not be environmentally friendly or of good quality, which would affect their future life.

Every day, I get up early and go to various building materials markets to compare prices and carefully select each material.

From flooring, tiles, doors and windows to a single screw or faucet, she personally selects everything, repeatedly checking the brand, model, and quality.

Even when he was exhausted and covered in sweat, he never complained.

Sometimes, when merchants raise prices arbitrarily or the materials do not meet expectations, Ruan Mei has to patiently negotiate and return or exchange them. Even though she feels wronged, she never mentions a single difficulty to Lin Sheng and just silently bears it all herself.

Supervision of the construction site was even more complicated, and Ruan Meijiping would go to the villa construction site every day.

She watched the workers almost the entire time, from when they started work in the morning until they finished in the evening.

In fact, Ruan Mei knew nothing about interior design!

She didn't understand, so she learned little by little, asking the renovation workers for advice and writing down the requirements and standards of each process, for fear that the workers would cut corners or do a perfunctory job.

Yesterday, Ruan Mei discovered that the mortar was not mixed evenly when the workers were laying tiles, causing the tiles to fall off the wall.

Despite feeling bad about the waste, she immediately stopped the workers and demanded that they mix the mortar carefully so as not to waste any more tile material.

The workers were initially impatient, saying that Nguyen Mai was too meticulous and too frugal.

Faced with the workers' accusations, Ruan Mei did not back down. Instead, she patiently reasoned with the workers, presented the standards she had researched beforehand, and communicated with them step by step.

She only breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead when the workers agreed to redo the work.

During the renovation, coordinating the work among the workers also took a lot of effort.

Because the work processes of electricians, carpenters, and tilers were not well coordinated, which would delay the construction period, Ruan Mei had no choice but to rearrange the work and reasonably arrange the working hours of each worker to ensure that the renovation could proceed smoothly.

These past few days, even though Ruan Mei was exhausted and sleepy, she still sat on the sofa waiting for Lin Sheng to come back. She never complained about her hard work to Lin Sheng, nor did she ever ask him for help.

Lin Sheng stroked Ruan Mei's hair, feeling very sorry for her.

If it were any other woman, she would have been complaining long ago about the heavy and trivial renovation work. She would have complained that he didn't care about anything and dumped all the pressure on her, and that he didn't care about the family or appreciate her hard work.

But Ruan Mei did not.

She never uttered a word of complaint, nor did she ever ask him to do anything. She simply silently shouldered all the responsibilities, working tirelessly day after day.

All this was so that the villa could be renovated properly, so that Lin Sheng could have a comfortable home instead of being crammed into this small rented room!

At the same time, Ruan Mei also wanted her man to have no worries and be able to focus on his career.