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Chapter 118 - : Why is President Song Like This? (1)
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Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Why is President Song Like This? (1)

A walking troublemaker.

And usually, after getting into trouble, no one would realize that she was the one who started it.

Cheng Qi’s handsome 15-year-old face showed a hint of helplessness. The assistant beside him asked in a low voice, “Young Master, do we still need to pay attention to Director Lu’s incident?”

The assistant had already figured out Cheng Qi’s temper by now.

After that accident, Cheng Qi was no longer the cautious and timid son of the Cheng family that he remembered. Probably because he had been provoked and decided to be tough, Cheng Qi started his path of torturing the weak, and within a year’s time, the Cheng family had been managed by him quite nicely.

Who would have thought that a fifteen-year-old youth could shake hands with you with a smile on his face and break your arm with a smile in the next second?

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Cheng Qi’s father had countless illegitimate children. Cheng Qi had set up a special ICU ward in his own hospital to treat the illegitimate children and relatives who went against him.

At such a young age, he already had the potential of becoming a big shot. He was mature and capable.

However, as long as the capable Cheng Qi was involved with the five-year-old child, Gu Chu, he would take off the disguise on his face and show all kinds of concerns for her.

The assistant was also quite curious. The young master seemed to care too much about Gu Chu.

The young master even looked at her kindergarten textbooks and the math test papers!

“Young Master, according to the surveillance recordings in our ward,” the assistant said, “the malfunction in Director Lu’s studio this time was man-made. It should be directed at Director Lu. Gu Chu was accidentally affected.”

Cheng Qi crossed his legs and turned his chair.

Cheng Qi raised his finger. “Get someone to keep an eye on Lu Shanhe.”

The assistant said respectfully, “Yes, Young Master.”

When the assistant went out, Cheng Qi silently massaged his forehead. He knew that Gu Chu had the ability to protect herself, but he was still worried.

After all, she was only a five-year-old child. She was not the female devil who could cut people with her eyes in his previous life.

Cheng Qi’s well-defined fingers tapped on the table. He was not sure how long he would be staying in this . Was it forever? Or would he return to the real world at any time?

There were too many unknowns. He still needed to find the stone as soon as possible.

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On the other side, Gu Chu followed Gu Manxi home and obediently took out a book to review the multiplication table.

Song Chen and Lu Shanhe worked together to quickly monitor the scene and found their suspect – Zhang Rui, the C-list actor who had been eliminated by Lu Shanhe during the audition.

However, Zhang Rui was too vigilant, so Lu Shanhe used the excuse of giving him a second chance for the audition to get Zhang Rui to come again on Sunday.

As expected, Zhang Rui happily took the bait.

On Sunday, Song Chen carried the groceries that his assistant had bought and happily went to look for Gu Manxi. Now, Song Chen had learned his lesson. He stopped buying flowers, necklaces, and bracelets. If he wanted to buy something, he would buy daily necessities or food.

Gu Manxi could not bear to waste food.

Now, Song Chen and Gu Manxi’s relationship was a little better. Gu Manxi was willing to let him sit in the house for a few minutes and occasionally let Song Chen take Gu Chu Out for a walk.

After visiting Gu Manxi and checking Gu Chu’s kindergarten homework, Song Chen left the apartment and drove to Lu Shanhe’s studio.

“This President Song is really something. He delivers food to us every few days. Now I don’t even need to go to the supermarket to shop.” In the kitchen, Auntie Zhao, who helped wash the vegetables, complained to Manxi, “But the ingredients President Song brought are fresh and delicious. I can’t bear to chase him away.”