Chapter 74: Recording

"Gu Chacha!"

His fingers pressed harder, pinching her cheek until it turned red. Han Xuan gritted his teeth as he stared at her: "Do you really think you can shake me off? You think they can't trace you from the top? Your awards, the concert revenue—you think you can hide all that?"

A gentle smile bloomed at the corner of her lips under his grip: "That's my business. None of yours."

"Fine, fine, fine..."

Han Xuan shoved her away in fury: "Then let's see! Just how far you, Gu Chacha, can go!"

Gu Chacha staggered back several steps from the shove. She straightened her clothes and replied with a smile: "When I go to New Zealand for my concert, I'll send you a ticket."

With that, she turned without hesitation. When she reached the door of the room, she paused slightly: "Han Xuan, go to your New Zealand. Don't ever come back."

Han Xuan grew even more enraged. He grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at her with all his might: "I don't need you to meddle in my business! Get lost!"

The pillow cut through the air and slammed against the door!

The door closed behind her, and the sound of things smashing and crashing rang out from inside the room.

Gu Chacha listened to the noise, her gaze turning cold.

She had done everything she could. What happened next was up to fate.

Her phone vibrated twice. She answered: "Hello."

A forceful, commanding voice came through the line: "Come pick me up at the airport."

Gu Chacha nodded: "Okay."

Just as she was about to hang up, she hesitated for a moment: "Han Xuan, he..."

"Heh."

A contemptuous laugh came through the phone: "What, someone that pathetic—you actually developed feelings for him?"

Gu Chacha shook her head quickly, as if the person on the other end could see her: "No, I just want to know—what's going to happen to him?"

"Don't worry, he won't die. Just telecom fraud. A few years in prison and he's out."

As for exactly how many years—that, she didn't need to know.

Gu Chacha nodded: "I understand. I'll come pick you up now."

In the airport lounge, a dark-skinned man's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. He made a call.

"The scapegoat is about to run. Tell them to make their move now."

After hanging up, he sprawled back in his chair with his legs spread, relaxed, waiting for Gu Chacha to come get him.

Outside the window, the roar of airplanes sounded. A group of people arrived here; another group left here.

Jiangcheng. A good place.

He glanced at his bank account—a string of cold zeros glittering on his phone screen.

From now on, he was Chen Jiarong, a Malaysian businessman.

Meanwhile, in the hotel's underground parking garage, Gu Jinghan was so excited he jumped up on the spot!

Then he smacked his head right into the car roof.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

That hurt!

"Boss, who are you trying to bang?"

The manager's gossipy, lecherous face suddenly appeared outside the car window, startling Gu Jinghan so badly he forgot all about the pain on his head!

He snapped irritably: "What the hell is wrong with you?! I just hit my head!"

God, where on earth had he even hired this weirdo from?

The manager plopped into the car: "So? How's the equipment I bought? Did the recording save?"

Gu Jinghan nodded eagerly: "You're actually good at something! It recorded crystal clear!"

He pressed play, and moaning sounds suddenly filled the car. The manager frowned: "Boss, do we really have to be this awkward? Can you fast-forward a bit?"

Gu Jinghan fumbled with the device: "Give me a sec; I can't find the fast-forward button..."

A minute later.

"Found it!"

The manager said flatly: "It's already over."

......

Gu Jinghan gave an awkward laugh: "What if I said I didn't mean to do that? Would you believe me?"

The manager nodded: "Boss, I know. You've always been a dumb pretty boy."

Gu Jinghan: "Take out the 'pretty boy.'"

The manager smiled: "Fine. Dumb."

"Get lost!"

The manager waved his phone: "Boss, reimburse me for the wiretap."

Gu Jinghan opened the transfer page and asked the manager: "How much?"

"One hundred eighty thousand."

Gu Jinghan paused: "You really think I'm an idiot?"

The manager chuckled awkwardly: "Maybe that was a bit greedy. How about eight thousand? Eight thousand works."

Eight thousand was transferred, and Gu Jinghan glared at him: "I pay you a decent salary, don't I? Why are you still so greedy?"

The manager put on an ingratiating smile: "Just kidding~"

Gu Jinghan waved him off impatiently: "Scram, scram, scram..."

Just looking at him was annoying.

The manager hurried out of the car, but as he turned, his phone screen flashed in front of Gu Jinghan's eyes.

An obvious Pinduoduo order stared right at him: 28.99.

"Cheng Huaiyu!"

"Oops~ It slipped out! Bye, boss!"

The manager slammed the car door shut, turned, and bolted without a moment's hesitation.

Gu Jinghan angrily opened his phone and texted him: [Quarterly bonus cancelled!]

A bright red exclamation mark popped up instantly: [Message sent, but has been rejected by the recipient.]

"Cheng Huaiyu! I'm going to destroy you one day!"

A second later, his phone buzzed again.

He picked it up and his face darkened.

Cheng Huaiyu: [That's too intimate! Let's not do this!]

......

Fine. He'd leave.

He was going to find his big brother!

He needed to let his brother know what Gu Chacha was really like. She was bad news, and they couldn't hang out with her anymore.

He drove to the company building and went straight up to the top-floor office.

"Bro! I've got something to show you!"

Pushing open the door, Gu Jingchen was on the phone, his expression extremely serious.

Seeing him come in, Gu Jingchen pressed a hand down in the air to signal him to sit quietly.

"Mm, please keep an eye on it for me. Mm, I know it's not easy for you. Mm hm... thanks, appreciate it."

The call ended, and Gu Jingchen glanced at Gu Jinghan: "Barging in like that without even knocking."

"Oh, come on! Since when do we stand on ceremony with each other?"

Gu Jinghan placed the wiretap device in front of him: "Bro, I want you to listen to something."

Gu Jingchen nodded, only to watch Gu Jinghan fiddle with it for ages with nothing coming out.

He asked in exasperation: "What are you up to now?"

Gu Jinghan, focused on finding the fast-forward button, muttered: "The beginning's too awkward. Won't play that part for you."

Gu Jingchen frowned: "What on earth..."

"Don't forget—why did Han Mo get into that car accident? Who gave me the tip?"

"Han Mo! I want him dead!"

"..."

"He just came by the house, didn't find my sister..."

"He went to your place?"

"..."

Gu Jinghan pressed pause, his eyes burning as he looked at Gu Jingchen: "Big bro! Did you hear that? It was Han Xuan who ran down Han Mo—and Gu Chacha who gave him the location!"

Such explosive news—he expected Gu Jingchen to be shocked.

But instead, his brother frowned slightly and asked him: "Where did you get this recording?"

He blurted out: "The two of them hooked up at the hotel I own..."

Gu Jingchen's frown deepened: "You wiretapped them? Do you know that's illegal?"

"I only did it once..."

Gu Jinghan said guiltily: "Anyway, that's not the point! The point is what's on the recording! I've always said Gu Chacha is no good! Even when we were kids, she was like this—always so good at pretending! Bro, you can't let her fool you anymore..."

Huanhuan was their real sister. Their blood sister.