Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke

Chapter 859: Scam Artists are Not Cute! (27)



Chapter 859: Scam Artists are Not Cute! (27)



There was no time to send her away, especially with the case unsolved.


The investigation hit a wall—there were only two surveillance cameras nearby, and neither captured anything suspicious.


Shi Sheng and Xia Ling, being victims rather than suspects, were questioned and then released. The police were eager to see Shi Sheng leave, as her presence seemed to bring misfortune, causing unexpected incidents throughout the station.


“See you next time,” Shi Sheng waved at Captain Hong.


He simply pretended not to see her. He did not want to interact with this little girl[1] at all.


Xia Ling silently escorted her home, where the first thing he did was pull her into a passionate kiss. They were interrupted only when Yu Sheng called from the living room, forcing Xia Ling to hurriedly dress and leave the room.


Yu Sheng, seeing Xia Ling emerge from Shi Sheng’s room, scrutinized him but didn’t get angry. “Is she okay?”


“She’s fine,” Xia Ling replied.


“How did the explosion happen? What did the police say?” Yu Sheng demanded quickly.


“No conclusive results.”


Yu Sheng frowned. “No results? How can that be?”


The explosion seemed to target Shi Sheng or Xia Ling, given that the dressing room was meant for them.


Yu Sheng suspected it was aimed at Xia Ling, considering how many enemies he had.


Determined to consult Shi Sheng’s master, Yu Sheng left after checking on her.


Xia Ling closed the door and resumed their intimate moment. Only when they were both utterly spent did he finally stop, holding her close.


The thought of nearly losing her still haunted him.


“Ding—”


Shi Sheng reached for her phone, but Xia Ling grabbed her hand, showering kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.


“Xia Ling…” She was exhausted!


His only response was a cascade of electrifying sensations that left her nerves tingling.


As night fell, the room filled with the soft, cool glow of moonlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the lines between shadows and intimacy.


Shi Sheng saw the text message the next day.


There was no sender, just a single line:


——You’re hard to kill.


Shi Sheng: “…”


‘Damn it! This retard dares to taunt me?’


Groaning, she got out of bed, her legs wobbly, and shot a glare at the man still in bed. She slipped into a dress and sat at her desk, powering up her computer.


The encrypted message, sent through multiple layers of security, didn’t yield much information.


Shi Sheng decided to abandon tracing it.


She leaned on her hand, thinking, then typed in the name the director had given her of the supposed sponsor.


“Anshi Enterprises?” Shi Sheng’s lip twitched.


Anshi.


An Chen.


“It seems you’re not tired at all,” Xia Ling’s voice came from behind. He picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.


Naked and warm, his body pressed against hers, his voice low in her ear, “Didn’t I try hard enough last night?”


“Xia Ling… mmm…”


Her protests were silenced by his kiss.


Shi Sheng was exasperated—where did he get all this energy?


However, this time Xia Ling simply held her without further action.


He whispered in her ear, “Xiao’guai.”


“Hmm?”


“Are you scared?”


“Scared of what?” She feared nothing.


Xia Ling fell silent, the room filled only with their soft breathing.


After a long pause, Xia Ling finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I will stay with you, through life and death.”


I will stay with you.


Through life and death.


Shi Sheng smiled faintly. His resolve was all she needed.


Her master visited, giving both her and Xia Ling a protective charm, said to ward off one disaster.


Shi Sheng was busy tracking down Mu Bai, while Xia Ling was preoccupied with something else, leaving Yu Sheng to handle the new song. Xia Ling was nowhere to be seen most of the time.


The police made no progress on the explosion, and the case seemed to be going cold.


Shi Sheng’s morning routine now included checking Weibo for updates on Xia Ling and her own peculiar fortune-telling clients.


One day, she saw Xia Ling’s name trending, but unlike before, it wasn’t paired with any derogatory terms.


The headline caught her eye: “Xia Corporation’s New CEO: The Pop Idol Xia Ling.”


Shi Sheng paused, stunned. ‘Wasn’t he supposed to be an ordinary guy?’


‘What a liar!’


‘So, this is what he’s been up to?’


Xia Ling’s haters were equally shocked.


They had believed Xia Ling had no real power, yet he suddenly emerged as a CEO.


The haters needed a moment to process this.


Shi Sheng took out her phone and sent Xia Ling a message.


He received it during a tense board meeting, where the directors were on edge, ready for a confrontation.


Calmly, Xia Ling checked his phone.


——If you wanted to be a CEO, I could’ve given you a company. Why join the Xia family?


The cold gleam in Xia Ling’s eyes softened for a moment. Her words made it sound like she could make him president with ease.


The board members watched in confusion. The young man, poised for conflict, seemed almost content after reading a message.


——Just let me protect you.


Xia Ling put away his phone, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite the smile, a chill settled over the room.


“Who had objections earlier?”


His clear voice, much like his singing, now held a menacing tone.


The seasoned businessmen felt an inexplicable fear.


The room fell silent.


Xia Ling stood, one hand in his pocket, the other tapping the table. “We’re all smart people. The company was handed to me because I’m not the pushover you think. Don’t make me angry. You’ve all heard the rumors about me. I don’t play by the rules.”


With that, he smirked, scanning the room before walking out.


Only after he was gone did the directors feel they could breathe again.


Xia Ling’s first act as CEO was to sever all ties with Anshi Enterprises, aggressively targeting them.


Some within the Xia family opposed, only to be forcibly removed from their positions.


Xia Ling’s ruthless tactics made it clear he was not to be underestimated.


[1] – This is a pun–the raws say 妹纸, which is a homophone for 妹子 (little sister). It’s a rude thing to call someone.


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