7: Chapter 7: The Mature and Alluring Female CEO! Underground Parking Lot…

However, Zhou Liangan didn't stay happy for long before he discovered a fatal problem—his destiny points were simply not enough.

He had wasted billions yesterday, only to get 1,500 destiny points in return. Now, to modify the incriminating information, he was still short by 1,000 destiny points.

"Damn it." Zhou Liangan cursed under his breath, irritably raising his hand to rub his throbbing temples.

It looked like he would have to continue targeting Su Binglan.

Meanwhile, Su Binglan, who had just stepped through her front door dragging a weary body, suddenly shivered. An inexplicable sense of foreboding made her subconsciously shrink her delicate frame.

No sooner had the entryway door closed than a hurried figure rushed out from the living room. "Mom! You're finally back! Are you okay?"

Su Binglan looked up and saw her son, Liang Zichen.

She forced a gentle smile and softened her voice. "Mom is fine, just a little tired."

Liang Zichen finally let out a sigh of relief and patted his chest, then wrinkled his nose and leaned in closer. "Mom, where did you go yesterday? Why does your scent smell so strange? It's not like it usually is."

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Binglan's body stiffened as if hit by a freezing spell; she even missed a beat in her breathing.

Scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a movie, and her earlobes instantly turned bright red. "Maybe... maybe I was just too busy yesterday and didn't have time to shower, so I got some dusty smell on me."

Fearing that her son would keep asking, she quickly changed the subject. "What time is it? Why aren't you at class yet?"

"I was worried about you!" Liang Zichen reasoned. "You didn't come home all night yesterday, and your phone was turned off when I called. How could I have any heart for classes?"

Su Binglan glared at Liang Zichen helplessly. "Hurry up and go! You'll really be late if you keep dawdling."

Liang Zichen pursed his lips, but his gaze subconsciously swept over his mother.

It seemed like his mom was a little different today.

The Chanel suit she was wearing was definitely not the one she had left the house in yesterday.

Moreover, her complexion looked much better than yesterday. Her usually tense, beautiful face now exuded an indescribable softness and allure, making her even more captivating than usual.

Liang Zichen opened his mouth, wanting to ask his mom where she had stayed last night.

But Su Binglan furrowed her delicate brows. "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go to school!"

"Mom, I'm a college student now! I'm not some kid in middle or high school. What's wrong with skipping a class or two?" Liang Zichen shrugged helplessly.

Who knew this remark would step directly on Su Binglan's landmine? Her willow-leaf brows instantly knitted into a frown. "So what if you're a college student? Does being a college student mean you can do whatever you want? Don't forget, the Su Family company is to be handed over to you in the future! How can you sit firmly in that position without solid knowledge? Do you want to be just like that bastard Zhou Liangan, a good-for-nothing playboy who waits to die, throwing the company to a bunch of professional managers while you do nothing? If that's the case, I won't care about you anymore!"

Mentioning that "bastard" Zhou Liangan, Su Binglan's tone was filled with gnashing teeth.

Liang Zichen hurriedly waved his hands. "Mom, I know! I will definitely study hard and manage the company well in the future!"

Hearing her son say this, Su Binglan's tense expression softened slightly, and she let out a sigh of relief. "That's more like it. Zichen, remember, never learn from that bastard Zhou Liangan. All he does all day is squander money and stir up trouble; he never does anything proper."

"Got it, got it! I'm going to class now, okay?" Liang Zichen replied perfunctorily and turned to walk toward the door.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, a rapid doorbell rang. The ringing sound was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

Liang Zichen opened the door, and when he saw who was standing outside, his expression instantly sank. "Zhou Liangan? You still dare to come to my house?"

Outside the door, Zhou Liangan was wearing a well-tailored Armani suit. "I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see President Su to discuss a business deal worth billions."

"Billions?" Liang Zichen scoffed, his eyes full of disdain. "My mom wouldn't do business with scum like you!"

Zhou Liangan chuckled as if he had heard a joke, his gaze sweeping lightly over Liang Zichen with a hint of condescending mockery. "A kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet—can you make decisions for President Su?"

As he spoke, his gaze crossed over Liang Zichen and landed precisely on Su Binglan in the entryway hallway.

Her full, graceful, and curvaceous body, wrapped in a well-tailored suit, outlined breathtaking curves that made his Adam's apple bob involuntarily.

Zhou Liangan lifted his chin, his voice laced with amusement. "President Su, are you sure you don't want to discuss this business deal with me?"

When Su Binglan heard Zhou Liangan's voice, her heart sank. Now, being stared at by him, she felt uncomfortable all over, and her body stiffened again.

She gritted her teeth, her pearly whites almost sinking into her lips. Her beautiful eyes were practically spitting fire, and she wished she could curse this damn bastard right then and there and have security throw him out.

However, Su Binglan didn't dare.

Su Binglan was afraid that this bastard would be driven to desperation and expose the illicit relationship between them in front of her son.

If Zichen knew that she had been entangled with his most despised and hated enemy all this time...

Just thinking about that scene made Su Binglan feel as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, hurting so much she couldn't breathe.

Her son would definitely be devastated!

Su Binglan's pink fists were clenched tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She fought a battle between heaven and man in her heart for hundreds of rounds, but ultimately suppressed her burning anger. She walked to the door step by step, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhou Liangan, and said through gritted teeth, word by word: "President Zhou, if you really want to discuss cooperation, please go to my company to talk."

The corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth curled into a roguish arc. "Of course. Since President Su has spoken, how could I refuse?"

Su Binglan took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her turbulent emotions, and bent down to put on the pair of ten-centimeter black high heels by the door.

The moment she stepped into the high heels, her already tall figure appeared even more upright, but her straight back exuded an indescribable stiffness.

She stepped out of the house without looking at Zhou Liangan and headed straight for the elevator.

Zhou Liangan followed leisurely behind her. The two walked side by side—one with a face like frost, the other beaming with smiles—the dynamic was incredibly bizarre.

Liang Zichen stood at the doorway, watching their retreating figures walking side by side, his brow furrowed enough to crush a fly.

His heart was full of doubts and confusion. Strange, why would his mom be willing to do business with that scum Zhou Liangan?

Could there be something fishy going on here?

Walking beside Su Binglan, Zhou Liangan was currently looking down, his gaze fixed on the System panel that only he could see.

[Target: Su Binglan]

[destiny points: 4300]

[Status: Not Conquered]

[Favorability: 10]

Zhou Liangan raised an eyebrow, marveling in his heart.

He remembered clearly that yesterday, the look in this woman's eyes when she looked at him was as if she wanted to swallow him alive; her favorability was even in the negative.

Only one night had passed, and her favorability had actually risen to ten points?

Could it be that this seemingly cold and abstinent President Su actually had some unknown, unique hobbies deep down?

Thinking of this, the wicked smile on the corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth deepened, and his gaze resting on Su Binglan's back became increasingly scorching and playful.

The two soon arrived at the underground parking lot.

Su Binglan's vehicle was a wine-red Porsche Cayenne, with smooth lines and a luxurious interior.

Zhou Liangan swept a glance at the spacious back seat, rubbing his chin, already calculating something in his mind...

After all, with such a spacious back seat, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something?