Deceitful Game

Chapter 150 Shi Wan'an and Ming Jingxing

Because of the perfect timing, when Mingpo opened his eyes again, he had just gotten up from his seat and was carrying his backpack. —Didn't I bring a suitcase?

Mingpo waited calmly for the high-speed train to come to a complete stop and for the doors to open, then followed the crowd toward the escalator.

He is familiar with his own habits.

He would bring his suitcase whenever he was away from home for a business trip that lasted more than two days.

Since he only brought a backpack, it means that in his mind, he would only stay here for one night at most... and would return tomorrow or even tonight.

That means he probably wasn't here for tourism.

Because Mingpo dislikes the rushed, special forces-style itineraries. Unless something particularly urgent happens, he usually stays for at least a week. If Mingpo happens to have some free time, he'll choose to rent a hotel for half a month.

strangeness.

If they weren't here for tourism...

Mingpo had a sudden inspiration, unlocked his phone, and started checking the message history.

He quickly found what he was looking for on WeChat.

"………Um?"

Mingpo paused for a moment.

Because the person who urgently summoned him to Wuhan was none other than...

It turned out to be Mingpo's father.

Has he returned to China?

"That's really rare," Mingpo thought to herself.

As Mingpo swiped his ID card to open the gate, he stepped outside and saw a familiar face.

He wore a gray suit and black-rimmed glasses; he was thin and tall. His face had prominent nasolabial folds, and his expression was serious. He had the kind of rigid, old-fashioned air that would make you think of him as a headmaster.

"Uncle An".

Mingpo nodded politely to him, a rare smile appearing on her face: "Happy New Year."

Uncle An's surname isn't An; his real name is Shi Wan'an. He was Mingpo's father's secretary.

When Mingpo was very young, Shi Wan'an drove him to and from school for a period of time. Even when Mingpo did his homework at home, Shi Wan'an would often supervise and correct it. As for hiring a tutor, that was something that happened after he moved.

Sometimes when my parents are too busy to come home for the Lunar New Year, Uncle An brings back some New Year's goods.

It could even be said that... since moving, Mingpo has probably seen Shi Wan'an more often than he has seen his own parents. Sometimes it's not fair to blame Mingpo for being cold and eccentric; his parents are not even as good as Gao Fan's parents.

Happy New Year, Little Per. It's been years!

Upon hearing the voice, Shi Wan'an turned around and waved vigorously at Ming Po. His stern and serious face melted as if ice had melted, revealing a genuine smile.

He stepped forward and patted Mingpo on the shoulder forcefully.

Shi Wan'an said with satisfaction, "You've become so strong... That's great, you haven't neglected your training. It seems like I haven't seen you much since you graduated, has I?"

"Yes, it's been several years."

Mingbo rarely showed a gentle and mild smile.

"I heard you've been doing some extreme sports lately?"

Shi Wan'an was somewhat worried: "It's good for kids to exercise...it's better than my kid. My kid has graduated too, but he doesn't go out to work, he just stays home playing on his phone all day..."

"But we're not usually in the country, so you have to be careful, Xiao Po. Extreme sports... I've heard of them too. None of the projects Red Bull has invested in are safe."

"I know," Mingpo smiled gently. "I always have a professional coach with me the whole time, and I didn't choose any dangerous activities. I just wanted to experience the thrill."

Of course, this is a lie.

Mingpo thought to herself.

He is a professional coach, but none of his programs are very safe.

Extreme sports come in many forms; some emphasize competition, some focus on getting close to nature, and others are more street-oriented. For Mingpo, only sports where "a mistake could be fatal" could excite him. He also disliked common sports like rollerblading, skateboarding, and parkour... mainly because Mingpo didn't like being stared at and pointed at in busy urban areas; he preferred going to less crowded places.

However, he would never say these things in front of his elders.

Like many young people, Mingpo has always been one to report good news and not bad.

"Okay, okay."

Shi Wan'an was very satisfied with Ming Po's answer.

He nodded and instructed, "Don't skimp on this, it's crucial. You absolutely must hire the most reliable person. Remember to let me know if you run out of money."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle An. But I still have enough savings."

Mingpo revealed a genuine smile.

"What a good kid, a bright student."

Shi Wan'an patted Mingpo on the back and sighed, "That's great... the boss doesn't have to worry about her at all. If my daughter were as good as you, I wouldn't have to worry either."

Mingpo nodded politely and followed Shi Wan'an to the parking lot.

"You work very hard every day."

He sighed softly, "Please take good care of my dad as well. If the old man tries anything funny again, please keep an eye on him." Shi Wan'an just smiled and didn't say anything. He led Mingpo to a white Cayenne, took the backpack from Mingpo's back, and opened the back door for him.

"...Old man, why did you buy such an expensive car again?"

Before Mingpo even got into the car, she said with some disdain, "You're not usually in the country."

The other person sitting in the back row was Mingpo's father.

His name is Ming Jingxing.

He was wearing a thick brown jacket, sitting in the back seat, typing on his phone and sending messages.

He and Mingpo looked about 70-80% alike, both having a cold, aloof appearance and an indifferent, arrogant expression.

Ming Jingxing's skin was very well-maintained; he looked more like Ming Po's older brother than his father. The two sat side by side, and it was obvious at a glance that they were father and son.

Ming Jingxing looked thinner and was a head shorter than Ming Po.

His hair was considerably shorter than Mingpo's, and he wore dark tortoiseshell glasses. His mustache made Ming Jingxing look more like a scholar from the Republican era than a boss. Even if he weren't wearing a thick jacket, but instead a long gown, it wouldn't look out of place. Mingpo knew why.

Because Ming Jingxing's idol was Lu Xun.

When Mingpo first started learning to read, Ming Jingxing would teach him word by word from Lu Xun's collected works. Before starting elementary school, he was required to memorize a great deal of material. Even though he couldn't understand it at the time, this knowledge was etched into his deepest memory.

"I bought this for you as a New Year's gift."

Ming Jingxing, who was operating his phone with one hand, glanced at him and said coldly, "You'll be driving this from now on."

"Happy New Year! Why aren't you buying it in Shanghai?"

Mingpo frowned deeply: "Wuhan is so far from Shanghai, am I supposed to drive back?"

"You can stay in Wuhan from now on."

Ming Jingxing ignored him and just kept typing: "I found you a job, stop wasting your days outside."

Mingpo knew that she would argue with her father again when she saw him.

He just didn't expect that he would not personally encounter this annoying thing, but instead travel through time and space back to eat this lump of food.

As expected, I couldn't dodge it.

"It's not like I don't have a job back home."

Mingpo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ming Jingxing did not reply.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mingpo leaned over to peek at who he was texting: "What are you doing? Dating? Let me see."