Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Lu Yanchuan Didn’t Go Home

President Le finally couldn’t resist and made a move on a married woman!

A shocking thought flashed through the mind of the receptionist, and she dearly wanted to scream to express her astonished reaction to the news, but her strong professional ethics kept her face stiff yet polite.

“Apologies sir, I will inform them of your arrival, please wait for a moment.”

From the slightly trembling corners of the receptionist’s lips, Lu Yanchuan could tell she was eager to share the news with others, but he did not respond and withdrew his gaze.

The receptionist, taking his silence as consent, clacked away on her five-centimeter heels and seized another receptionist by the arm, excitedly and quietly discussing behind the desk.

Lu Yanchuan regretted having such good hearing; he could always pick up words like “abduction”, “catching adulterers”…

Oblivious to the trouble he’d caused, Lu Yanchuan received a response after waiting for half a minute.

“Sir, President Le and your wife are waiting for you on the thirteenth floor. The elevator is this way, please.”

Led by the receptionist, Lu Yanchuan navigated several corridors, arriving at a large door.

Faint music spilled from the room, and someone was counting out beats. The sign outside indicated this was the artists’ training room.

What was Le Bai doing, bringing Qiao Yi here?

The receptionist bowed slightly and then left. Lu Yanchuan didn’t hesitate before pushing open the door, only to be stunned by the scene inside.

He saw Qiao Yi sitting on the ground in thin, tight exercise clothing, twisted into a sensual pose while Le Bai contorted alongside her.

The man instructing Qiao Yi’s movements was also a man, currently adjusting her hands and feet to correct her pose. From Lu Yanchuan’s angle, it looked like Qiao Yi was being intimately embraced by the man, with the man’s lips continuously nearing Qiao Yi’s.

Lu Yanchuan slammed the door as he left.

The loud noise startled Qiao Yi, causing her to choke on the breath she had just inhaled and she began to cough violently.

Le Bai had noticed Lu Yanchuan as soon as he opened the door, but before she could greet him, he had already stormed out.

“What just happened?”

“It’s nothing, probably someone bumped into something. Let’s continue.”

The truth that was on the tip of her tongue was swallowed by Le Bai. She hadn’t missed the displeased expression on Lu Yanchuan’s face for even a second.

Looking at Qiao Yi, who was oblivious to all this, and then at the coach who had been standing with her just before, Le Bai smirked mischievously.

After the so-called express etiquette class by Le Bai, Qiao Yi was too tired to even speak.

She regretted agreeing to try out a class with Le Bai and was in awe of the trainees who attend countless weird classes every day.

They were not human!

Despite the class being exhausting, the instructor was indeed good-looking, with a nice physique and sweet-talking skills that melted her heart every time he called her “sister”.

Qiao Yi’s only defense against these temptations was to chant Lu Yanchuan’s name in her heart.

And it worked. With Lu Yanchuan in her thoughts, her mind became still as water, and the young idols couldn’t catch her eye.

As she left Sihai, Qiao Yi felt that Le Bai’s smile was peculiar, an expression that seemed mischievous yet restrained from saying anything.

Confused by Le Bai’s look, and with the signed contract for the annual meeting attendance, Qiao Yi returned to Emperor Garden, tired to the bone.

When she got home, Lu Yanchuan hadn’t returned yet. Qiao Yi planned on waiting to have dinner with him, but she ended up waiting until eleven in the evening.

Where is he? Even if he’s busy with the company, shouldn’t he at least make a phone call?

Qiao Yi crawled up from the couch, her stomach growling a rumble, but as she looked at the cold food on the table, she had no appetite at all.

Her phone was spotlessly clean, not a single message. Qiao Yi thought and thought, and eventually took the initiative to call Lu Yanchuan.

However, the one who answered the call wasn’t Lu Yanchuan, but Ma Yu.

“Why is it you answering the phone? Where is Lu Yanchuan?”

“Mr. Lu… Mr. Lu went overboard, the clients he was entertaining tonight could really drink, so he had a bit too much, and he’s now sleeping in the hotel…”

“Oh, I see, take good care of him.”

Qiao Yi hung up the phone noncommittally.

On the other end of the line, Ma Yu cautiously observed Lu Yanchuan’s expression and then glanced at the still-lit room.

He had no idea what had happened to Lu Yanchuan at the Emperor Garden, as he had been inside for less than half an hour when he came out, Lu Yanchuan’s mood was terribly soured.

He scolded and made three department heads cry that afternoon, rejected more than a dozen project proposals, and even Xiao Ting, who was always the most valued and understood Lu Yanchuan’s mind, was picked on and berated by him.

Lu Yanchuan might have been cold in the past, but he was never like today, nitpicking and fault-finding everywhere!

Lu Yanchuan was provoked, and quite seriously at that.

Ma Yu spent an afternoon with his heart in his throat, and finally learned the reason for Lu Yanchuan’s irritation on his way home at night.

It must be Qiao Yi! Otherwise, why would Lu Yanchuan rather sit in the car fuming alone than go home and face Qiao Yi’s anger?

Ma Yu held Qiao Yi in reverence like the relentless flow of a mighty river, even elevating her directly to a goddess on the altar!

To have angered Lu Yanchuan and still make him brood, what kind of talent, what kind of hero is she!

Lu Yanchuan’s eyes were fixed on the window of their bedroom, the air conditioning in the car getting stronger and stronger, even with the heater on full blast, Ma Yu couldn’t fend off this kind of mental oppression.

“Mr. Lu, don’t you want to…”

Ma Yu’s latter words were forced back by Lu Yanchuan’s glare, and he awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

Why did he have to suffer when the boss and his wife were angry? He was so sleepy, he wanted to go home and get in bed!

After hanging up Ma Yu’s call, Qiao Yi stared at her phone screen, lost in thought.

Ma Yu was lying, Qiao Yi could hear the nervousness and conflict in his tone.

Lu Yanchuan hadn’t come home, nor had he gone to entertain as he had claimed.

Qiao Yi tried to reassure herself not to think negatively, but thoughts sometimes don’t obey subjective control – the more she didn’t want to think negatively, the more she did.

What exactly is Lu Yanchuan doing now?

Who exactly is Lu Yanchuan with right now?

Does he, could he have another woman outside?

“Ah! I don’t want to think anymore! Whatever Lu Yanchuan is up to, what’s it to me!”

Qiao Yi rubbed her head vigorously, stormed into the bathroom, and then rushed out soaking wet to burrow into the covers, and with a snap, turned off the light.

Seeing the lights go out in the house, Ma Yu’s heart also trembled, and again he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Lu Yanchuan from the rearview mirror.

Damn! Lu Yanchuan’s face, it’s even darker now!