Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 210: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddha Dotes on His Wife 10

The secretary came over with several documents and, seeing Zhou Mingyu standing by the window, reminded him in a soft voice.

"Hmm," Zhou Mingyu turned around, his wrist twisting such that the Buddha Beads moved another circle.

He meticulously reviewed the documents and, after ensuring there were no errors, signed his name on the last page.

While waiting, the secretary inadvertently noticed a mobile phone placed on Zhou Mingyu’s office desk.

He was somewhat surprised, "President Zhou, isn’t that your old phone? Why have you taken it out?"

"I’ve registered a new account," Zhou Mingyu glanced at the phone, then continued to review the documents, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no." The secretary immediately shook his head.

Although he did not know why Zhou Mingyu suddenly registered a new account, this news was somewhat esoteric for him.

Everyone knows that Zhou Family’s Crown Prince does not indulge in alcohol or smoking, steers clear of women and greed, and is famously austere. In his circle, there is no shortage of women who wish to marry him. Any woman who can enter this circle would want to marry him. However, Zhou Mingyu is really too old-fashioned. Not to mention getting close to women, he dislikes all the pleasures that other profligate youths cherish.

All day long, besides handling the affairs of the group, he would either follow the old master in managing various family duties or go to different temples for spiritual practice or to transcribe scriptures.

But the matter of opening a new WeChat account was unheard of and unseen by him as Zhou Mingyu’s secretary.

Exactly who was it that could make the Crown Prince personally open a WeChat account and even retrieve his old phone to add this person?

He did not know, but at that moment, a trace of curiosity couldn’t help but surge in the secretary’s heart.

This person must be extraordinary.

This was the impression he left in his mind.

After signing, Zhou Mingyu instructed the secretary to take all the documents away.

Before the secretary left, Zhou Mingyu called out to him, "Oh right, help me look into someone."

"Please tell me," the secretary halted.

"The Su Family from Jinghua, the one involved in the cultural and creative sector." Zhou Mingyu’s eyes rested on him impassively.

The secretary nodded hurriedly, "Rest assured, I will bring all the information to you shortly."

...

Not long after, information about the Su Family appeared on Zhou Mingyu’s desk.

The Su Family consisted of only three members: Su father, Su mother, and their only daughter, Su Zhiruan.

From a young age, Su Zhiruan was the apple of their eye. She attended the best schools both for primary and secondary education and chose to study abroad for university. She has now returned from studying abroad.

But she was so well protected from childhood that upon returning, she got involved with a man named Jiang Beiyu and got engaged, currently preparing for marriage.

Zhou Mingyu opened the photo on his phone and compared it with the man in the information provided. He realized that the scumbag mentioned by Su Zhiruan was the fiancé shown in the material.

Setting the materials aside, he grew curious too.

Gossip is rife among the wealthy families, and even some with numerous offspring have countless open and covert struggles, sometimes even bloody.

The Zhou Family, with its prestigious status, and its members being upright, hardly had such incidents. If ever, it generally would not reach Zhou Mingyu, the legitimate eldest son.

And now, Su Zhiruan suddenly appeared, even adding him on social media to share gossip with him. Zhou Mingyu found it strange, but not displeasing. He began to wonder what Su Zhiruan, who seemed quite different from the love-brained Miss Su described in documents, would do next.

*

After returning home, Jiang Beiyu still cooked a meal for Su Zhiruan.

"Ruanruan, come and eat something. I cooked it all by myself. I’m not sure if it will suit your taste," Jiang Beiyu, having received quite a few pieces of jewelry from Su Zhiruan and already groveling, lowered himself even further, nearly starting to worship her. "Come here, the tableware is all set. These are new dishes I’ve learned recently. Try them out."

"Sure, let’s eat together," Su Zhiruan sat down in a chair, looking at the table full of dishes, and politely looked up to inquire of Jiang Beiyu.

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Jiang Beiyu waved his hands repeatedly, "You eat first, you eat first. I’ve prepared several dishes especially for you. Once we’re married, I will cook for you every day, and we’ll be happy for a lifetime."

Su Zhiruan narrowed her eyes, her expression gradually cooling.

Part of the original storyline was told from the perspective of the original leading character’s memories. In these recollections, Jiang Beiyu was nothing short of a top-tier criminal. Every time the protagonist saw him, the painful memories left by the original host would overwhelm her. Even with Su Zhiruan’s commendable mental fortitude, she could not help but be affected by such intense emotions. She frowned, "Okay, go ahead."

Jiang Beiyu failed to notice anything was amiss. Seeing Su Zhiruan lower her head, he just thought she was shy and continued into the kitchen to prepare the next few dishes.

...

In the afternoon, Jiang Beiyu found an excuse to leave the house.

Su Zhiruan followed shortly after, selecting an inconspicuous car from the garage before driving closely behind him.

Before long, Su Zhiruan, driving the car, followed Jiang Beiyu to a house he had rented to keep his mistress in.

This house was rented, as Jiang Beiyu hadn’t yet received the Su family’s assets, nor had he obtained a large sum of money from her, and so could only afford to rent a place to provide for Bai Yueyou.

After Su Zhiruan stopped the car, she did not continue to follow him.

When Jiang Beiyu got out of his car, he carried a small box in his arms.

She didn’t need to think hard to know that the small box contained a luxury item she’d recognized from among her jewelry.

Su Zhiruan raised an eyebrow, noting to herself that Jiang Beiyu seemed to care quite a bit for his mistress, even sharing the luxury goods he had just gotten his hands on.

After she parked the car, she took out her phone and casually browsed through short video clips on a social media app.

Ever since Bai Yueyou posted a video of her dining with Jiang Beiyu, she hadn’t shared much else.

Since her company had placed her in limbo, her social media traffic and popularity had significantly dwindled. She had already had many detractors, and now without the company’s online army and PR team, coupled with Jiang Beiyu’s declaration that he would shelve her career, Bai Yueyou’s reputation online was a mix of good and bad, with all sorts of comments.

After sitting in the car for a while, Su Zhiruan again opened Zhou Mingyu’s chat.

[The scumbag is treating his mistress with the jewelry I gave him.]

[Shouldn’t I make a big scene under these circumstances?]

After sending out these two messages, Su Zhiruan put her phone away.

She had just added Zhou Mingyu on WeChat, but already deeply understood that she needed to be careful with how much she involved him.

Her main goal at the moment was not to pursue Zhou Mingyu but to deal with the scumbag Jiang Beiyu first.

By leveraging the pretext of gossip to gradually get closer to Zhou Mingyu without his notice and leave a mark in his heart—that was what she wanted to do now.

With this thought in mind, she received a reply from the person in question—