Chapter 52: Well, Little Thing

 Chapter 52: Well, Little Thing

A handsome but extremely imposing man opened the car door and stepped out.

Nan Huang heard the commotion and turned to see the dark-faced Mr. Rong standing there.

Yang Bo was nervously trying to untie a safety rope but was having trouble.

Mr. Rong maintained a cold expression and an aura that could freeze everything as he said to Nan Huang, "Come here."

Nan Huang tugged at the corner of her mouth, not particularly surprised that Mr. Rong had found her here. However, the strict control of the Elder made her rebellious.

She had just taken a step forward when Song Chu, with his arms outstretched, stood in front of Nan Huang, shielding her.

"Who are you? What are you doing with Ye Nan Huang?" Song Chu asked.

Mr. Rong looked at how his little possession was being protected by another man and couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement.

Nan Huang, seeing the tension in the situation, said to Song Chu, "Don't worry, he's my friend."

Mr. Rong appeared quite calm, a cold smile on his face. "Friend? Miss, are we friends? Do you want to explain to young Master Song who owns the car you're driving, the house you're living in, the food you're eating, and the things you're using?"

"Who's taking care of you, huh?" he added.

Mr. Rong's anger was terrifying. Yang Bo, who had gotten out of the car, took in a sharp breath.

Song Chu gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at Mr. Rong. "If Ye Nan Huang needs food, shelter, or anything else, I, Song Chu, can provide. Do you think you have the right to humiliate her?"

Nan Huang's gaze went beyond Song Chu and locked onto Mr. Rong.

In an instant, a tense standoff unfolded between the two men.

However, unexpectedly, a man beside the black car strode forward, his long legs moving swiftly, and he drew a gun from his waist as he approached.

He pointed his gun at Song Chu.

"My woman, do you think you have the right to take care of her?" Mr. Rong's ice-cold voice was intimidating.

Song Chu, who was prepared for a confrontation, also drew a gun from his clothing without hesitation. He faced Mr. Rong squarely. "I don't care who you are. You're on the territory of the Song family now! If you dare to act recklessly on our turf, be prepared to come in standing and leave lying down!"

"You think you can challenge me to a duel?" Mr. Rong retorted.

The situation was quickly spiraling out of control. Nan Huang glanced at Yang Bo, who seemed reluctant to intervene and even appeared ready to draw his own gun.

At this tense moment, Nan Huang finally spoke.

"So, Five Master, what is the nature of our relationship?" Nan Huang's voice was ice-cold.

Mr. Rong looked at Nan Huang, and all he saw in her eyes was indifference, a cold detachment unlike anything he had seen before.

Mr. Rong's heart suddenly panicked.

"I don't think I've ever considered this," Nan Huang said coldly. "But now, it seems I know. To you, Five Master, am I a plaything, a possession? Isn't that right?"

Mr. Rong's expression tightened.

He looked at Nan Huang and said, "No."

"Isn't it? Aren't I eating, sleeping, living, and using everything provided by you?" Nan Huang pushed away Song Chu's hand and walked ahead of him. "A canary in a cage, or perhaps, your kept woman?"

"Tsk," Nan Huang's eyes turned scarlet, as if wounded.

Mr. Rong suddenly felt a strong sense of panic.

"Nan Huang! Nan Huang, let me explain!" He tried to stop her, but she pushed him aside. He continued to block her path, and Song Chu immediately intervened. Mr. Rong was frantic when Nan Huang walked away from them, leaving in the car.

The three men left behind stood in shock and then exchanged disdainful glances.

Song Chu put down his gun and looked worriedly in the direction Nan Huang had gone. Then he turned to the unruly man in front of him.

What did Nan Huang mean by those words just now? Had she been coerced by this man?

Mr. Rong also holstered his gun, his breathing irregular for a moment. He stopped paying attention to Song Chu and quickly got into his car. He urgently said to Yang Bo, "Chase after Miss!"

Yang Bo stepped on the gas pedal, and the car roared to life.

When Yang Bo caught up with the black car, there was no one inside except for a formatted phone.

Mr. Rong was furious, and he turned around, kicking his own car hard. "Damn it!"

After venting his frustration for a while, he sat in the leather seat of his luxury car.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the car was as heavy as a storm approaching.

Yang Bo felt that Mr. Rong looked somewhat pitiful, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Back at the Grape Manor, Mr. Rong stormed into the villa with a cold expression. He roughly loosened his tie and tossed it aside carelessly.

"Master Five," Yang Bo said.

"Go find Miss," Mr. Rong said, his voice suppressed. "Find her, all of you, find her!"

"Yes."

Just then, a message popped up on Mr. Rong's international technology network backstage.

The message was filled with excitement.

Huang Tian: Yang, thanks for your words. I've successfully escaped from the Elder!

...

Nan Huang stood on the top floor of the most luxurious building in the Western City.

This entire floor had only one residence, and she had bought it.

Having money meant she could do as she pleased!

In the room, there was a spacious 50-square-meter study filled with computer equipment surrounding her. Three mobile phones were placed beside her, and she activated one of them while leaving the other two untouched.

So, was this what they called hitting rock bottom and rebounding?

She took a bite of unhealthy food, a hamburger, and had a few sips of cola. Then, she stared at her account on the technology network, casually accepting a few tasks to complete.

With high-end computers, she was able to complete tasks much faster, and the money was pouring in. Nan Huang was exhilarated as she watched her balance grow.

At the same time, the international technology network was exploding!

"Once again, Huang Tian has broken her own record!"

"She's making ten million in an hour. Is she a task-harvesting machine?"

"My goodness, completing a task every three minutes. Is this humanly possible?"

"Will tasks run out at this rate? In less than a day, there won't be any high-level tasks left online."

"Is the era of having no tasks to do on the international technology network approaching?"

Tech enthusiasts and experts were both eagerly anticipating and closely watching.

Then, Nan Huang, who had been busy all day, completed all the worthwhile tasks online.

The entire technology network was buzzing with excitement, but Nan Huang's side was surprisingly calm and cold.

In her study, Nan Huang, who had been working hard all day

, felt a bit bored.

Lying on her bed, for a moment, she actually thought about sending a text or making a call to Mr. Rong.

Was it because she had gotten used to it over the past few weeks?

It was toxic!

She casually picked up a phone and opened a live stream, selecting a Go game.

Ding ding ding.

A bunch of people challenged her to a game.

The first person to pop up had the username "Master Five."

"Huh?" Nan Huang raised an eyebrow and sat up.

She had just logged in, and Mr. Rong had already found her?

She rejected the challenge and randomly chose an opponent with the rank of "Sixth Dan Pro."

...

Mr. Rong didn't find it surprising that Nan Huang had rejected him.

On the three computer monitors in front of him, one was displaying her live stream, one was for the Go game, and the other was playing a recording of today's surveillance footage.

In the surveillance playback, Nan Huang was seen browsing various documents in her study. After opening the documents for Project U, she carefully reviewed them before putting them into a file.

Then, she picked up her phone and did something he couldn't quite make out, but it seemed like she was sending a message.

Finally, she lightly opened her lips and seemed to say three words.

Mr. Rong stared intently at her lips and read her lips, "Not bad."

Not bad? These three words sounded familiar.

Not bad...

"You're not bad!"

Mr. Rong suddenly snapped out of his thoughts.

In front of him was the international technology network account: HUANGTIAN.

Nan Huang's Go account: Huang Tian!

Could this be a coincidence?

He recalled their conversations.

"I've been busy lately."

"I only have a phone."

"I need to prepare for exams."

"My family is very strict."

Layer by layer, the fog seemed to lift, and an inexplicable yet logical feeling washed over him.

Mr. Rong picked up the formatted phone that belonged to Nan Huang.

He stared at the phone, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Well, little thing."