The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Shen Yao looked in the direction she was pointing.

The square was teeming with people, and tourists and pigeons created a blurry scene of light and shadow, making it impossible to tell who was who.

"Huh? That older brother is gone..."

The little girl tilted her head and mumbled something.

Shen Yao looked away.

She took out a few US dollars from her bag, gently placed them in the little girl's basket, and then smiled and ruffled the girl's hair.

"Thank you, take this and buy something nice to eat."

The little girl responded sweetly, then skipped and hopped away, carrying her basket.

Shen Yao stood up and looked down at the bouquet of red roses in full bloom in her arms.

As a beautiful woman, it's not uncommon to be approached and given flowers abroad, given the more open-minded atmosphere there.

Xiao Weixun, who was standing to the side, remained silent.

Shen Yao looked up at him: "I actually came here for another reason. Where is Liang Xiheng buried?"

Xiao Weixun coughed lightly.

Shen Yao looked at him, puzzled. "You have a cold?"

Xiao Weixun put his hand to his lips, his tone awkward:

"I have no idea."

Shen Yao was stunned, completely taken aback.

"Who knows?"

She traveled a long way just to see him.

Xiao Weixun said earnestly, "Ah Shao knows. But..."

Shen Yao frowned, feeling that his stammering today was strange. "Just tell me already."

Xiao Weixun then relented:

"Ah Shao has always wanted to kill Liang Zhenghe, you probably guessed that, right? I'm also helping to find Liang Zhenghe, which doesn't conflict with things in Yanjing. I know you want him alive."

His tone was casual, almost indifferent:

"But Ah Shao became more and more radical and left with Liang Sen. Before he left, I didn't even have time to ask about Liang Xiheng's whereabouts."

"Who knows where he is now? He might have died on his way to find Liang Zhenghe."

Shen Yao was a little annoyed.

I finally made it here, but I can't find my way around.

Liang Xiheng, does your sister think you deserve it or that you're just unlucky? Oh well, now that you're in Italy, you should be content.

"I'm leaving."

Shen Yao, holding the roses, said crisply and decisively.

Xiao Weixun looked at her with a smile:

"Not staying, but wiping out the entire Xiao family?"

Shen Yao rolled her eyes at him: "Next time for sure. I already have several men in my family."

She finished speaking without any hesitation, turned around and left, so decisively that even bystanders felt sorry for her.

As Xiao Weixun watched her departing figure, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He really wanted to say something:

Where does my uncle Xiao Weilin rank among that group of men, Sister Shen Yao?

_

Beijing. Shen Yao had barely landed when the city's summer extravaganza—the Olympics—was already just around the corner.

Since she first sat in the commentary booth, she and Yu Hang have had a special "date".

Shen Yao was later invited several times to sit in the broadcasting room of his matches as a special guest.

She had actually wanted to talk to Yu Hang more than once.

But every time he was about to speak, he would be swayed by the boy's quirky and interesting topics, and in his surprise, he would completely forget his original purpose.

"Actually, I've always thought of myself as a wild child."

Shen Yao asked in confusion, "Do you think you were born from a crack in a rock?"

Yu Hang shook his head: "No, I didn't know who my father was when I was little. I was so naive when I was a child that I thought I was born by my mother alone."

Shen Yao became interested: "So, do you know now?"

Yu Hang smiled and nodded: "I think I know. My mom said not to worry about it, but I couldn't help asking anyway."

My father was a swimmer.

By a twist of fate, he ended up on the same track as his father.

Shen Yao muttered to herself: Is this what they mean by "like begets like" or "a rat's son knows how to dig holes"?

Yu Hang is wholeheartedly devoted to his career, refusing to be unemployed, and constantly training and competing.

Shen Yao had no choice but to temporarily suppress her inner probing.

She really wanted to find out what he was really up to.

Yu Hang is one of the few people she needs to carefully consider.

He's the kind of guy who, no matter how much you look at him, you still can't figure out what's going on in his head.

The World Swimming Federation has set two levels of qualification, with a window period of up to one and a half years.

Only by swimming into the A-level mark can one truly obtain a ticket to the Olympics; the B-level mark is basically meaningless.

Passing the A standard is not the end of the process. You also need to rank among the top two in the national selection and pass all the physical fitness tests to truly secure a spot.

Fortunately, Yu Hang succeeded.

Shen Yao dared not say anything else, but she knew his pleasing physique and terrifying physical abilities very well.

For example, right now.

She wanted to be considerate of his leg injury from training, and it would be easier for her to be on top... but Yu Hang insisted on pinning her down.

His open shirt slipped down her arms, and his muscular body pressed down on her, completely enveloping her.

Does this count as... the "cat's paws on top" principle?

His kissing skills have improved to the point of being visible to the naked eye.

Yu Hang had long since learned to read her feedback from her breathing and trembling, and he also figured out that her breath was much shorter than his, so he could always judge the timing and let her sink in comfortably.

He learned to make the right bedding from her.

Love is taking without asking, it is possessing.

Yu Hang doesn't understand, Yu Hang learns, Yu Hang enjoys.

"elder sister……"

Afterwards, the boy rested his head on her shoulder, turned his lips slightly to hers, and kissed her lips again and again.

He calls her "sister," which has a unique charm.

Looking at that youthful face, Shen Yao found it really hard to get angry, especially since he was so incredibly simple-minded.

"No, I can't. I have something to do tomorrow."

Yu Hang looked up, puzzled:

"What could be more joyful than this?"

Uh……

Shen Yao opened her mouth, wondering how to tell him:

"I need to meet with Liang Zhenghe."

Yu Hang's expression changed instantly; the tenderness in his eyes vanished completely, and his tone turned cold.

"Him? Why do you want to see him?"

Shen Yao silently gave herself a thumbs up for all the bad things she had said earlier. Yu Hang had clearly already categorized Liang Zhenghe as a "hater who wants to harm his sister."

He said he wanted to see me.

There was a subtle undertone to her voice.

It was indeed Liang Zhenghe who wanted to see Shen Yao.

Her original plan was to wait until Lu Xiuting and his people had sorted out the relevant matters before meeting Liang Zhenghe.

Although she wasn't sure if she could get the answer out of him, she felt she had to go anyway.

Unexpectedly, before she could take the initiative, Lu Xiuting brought news first—Liang Zhenghe specifically requested to see her.

Yu Hang has another great quality: he is very obedient.

He immediately stopped bothering me, deftly rolled over to his side, and pulled the blanket up: "Go to sleep, close your eyes."

"Okay, Yu Maomao. Goodnight, Yu Maomao."

The lights went out, and a low "hmm" came from the darkness.

_

The next day, Shen Yao woke up feeling refreshed.

After being silently provoked by Xiao Weilin's car picking her up one time, Young Master Yu finally decided to buy another car.

He personally drove her to her destination today.

Shen Yao said goodbye to Yu Hang and went inside alone.

Through the glass, she saw Liang Zhenghe.

The man sat quietly inside, calm and composed.

"Long time no see, Yao Yao."