Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 56

Feeling that Liang Cheng was not happy, Lu Tang looked over at him. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Why are you upset?”

 

 

 

Liang Cheng bit his back teeth. He wanted to ask what Lu Tang and Qin Mo were doing in the room just now, but the words stuck in his throat.

 

 

 

“Hey, don’t mention it. A guy named Xue Tian came to see Brother Liang today. Ever since he found out, Brother Liang has been upset,” Zhou Shu, thinking he knew the truth, answered for Liang Cheng while taking a break from his abdominal muscle discussion.

 

 

 

Liang Cheng: “…”

 

 

 

Shut up!

 

 

 

Lu Tang frowned. “Xue Tian? What’s his deal?”

 

 

 

Xu Shen answered, “He came to apply for the head chef position. He’s still studying at the academy and says he’s good at cooking, but he doesn’t want to delay his studies. He wants a work-study opportunity, a part-time job.”

 

 

 

“This guy seems weird. Brother Xu had my servant keep an eye on him,” Guo Dawei added.

 

 

 

Lu Tang then asked Liang Cheng, “Do you know him? If he’s your friend, we could give him a chance. It’s not easy for a student.”

 

 

 

Liang Cheng shook his head immediately. “No need.”

 

 

 

He spoke so quickly that all four people in the room looked at him.

 

 

 

Liang Cheng felt restless. He knew he had lost the chance to ask Lu Tang what had happened earlier. Clenching his fist and then relaxing his fingers, he said, “Let’s look at his cooking skills. We can’t give him the job just because he needs money. Many people need money, but if he can’t cook, nobody’s money comes from the wind.”

 

 

 

Hearing this, Lu Tang and Xu Shen exchanged glances. Something was up, but no one asked.

 

 

 

Zhou Shu pulled Xu Shen and Guo Dawei away to continue their discussion about abs.

 

 

 

Liang Cheng was about to speak when Yuan Bao, who had been standing quietly, stepped forward. “Young Master, you called me earlier. What are your orders?”

 

 

 

Lu Tang remembered why she had called Yuan Bao and quickly said, “Go to Yunyang Restaurant and see who is lining up to buy wine. Find out about their family situations and report back to me without being noticed.”

 

 

 

Yuan Bao received the order and left.

 

 

 

Liang Cheng asked curiously, “Is there a problem?”

 

 

 

Lu Tang closed the door. “Today, Yu Shunhai said Gu Yunhe is sponsoring many students in the capital, right?”

 

 

 

Mentioning Yu Shunhai made Liang Cheng even more upset. “That old man is clearly speaking for Gu Yunhe!”

 

 

 

Lu Tang laughed. “Maybe, or he might be reminding us.”

 

 

 

“Him? Remind us? When you said I was addicted to drinking, he didn’t even fart!”

 

 

 

Lu Tang was just guessing and wasn’t sure if Yu Shunhai was giving her information, so she didn’t respond. Seeing the booklet in Liang Cheng’s hand, she asked, “What’s that?”

 

 

 

Liang Cheng handed the booklet to Lu Tang and sat down at the round table.

 

 

 

Lu Tang, startled, quickly went over. The small cup Qin Mo used for applying medicine was still there. Qin Mo clearly didn’t want anyone to know he was injured.

 

 

 

Seeing nothing on the table, Lu Tang sighed in relief. He was quick.

 

 

 

Lu Tang sat across from Liang Cheng and opened the booklet.

 

 

 

“This is the summary of the new servants and laundry women. I also included the details of the other chefs. You can decide who to keep.”

 

 

 

While Lu Tang and Liang Cheng talked, Song Qingzhan, back in his room, said to Qin Mo, “What were you doing in Lu Tang’s room?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo replied grumpily, “Nothing. I thought you’d come back at night. I had him help me apply medicine.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan’s expression became serious. “Is the wound acting up?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo nodded. “I ran into Huang Yunsheng’s men today. Almost got caught. Got punched right on the wound.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan, worried, checked Qin Mo’s wound.

 

 

 

Qin Mo hesitated, then said, “I wanted the little fool to help me, but he was so clumsy. Can you reapply it?”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan examined the wound carefully. “No need to reapply, but it’s torn quite badly. Huang Yunsheng has such skilled men? Even you couldn’t avoid them?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo had wanted to compare how it felt when the little fool applied medicine versus Song Qingzhan. He’d never felt that spine-tingling sensation before. But since Song Qingzhan said there was no need…

 

 

 

Fine, no need then!

 

 

 

After putting his clothes back on, Qin Mo said, “They’re more than just skilled.”

 

 

 

His voice was cold and mocking. Song Qingzhan thought for a moment, then looked at Qin Mo in shock. “People from the Southern Liang?”

 

 

 

“Yes,” Qin Mo replied. “Huang Yunsheng is here in Qingshui County for a water project, and he has Southern Liang experts with him. Interesting, right?”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan said quickly, “This isn’t simple. Have you sent a message to the capital?”

 

 

 

“It’s already sent.” Qin Mo poured himself a cup of tea. “By the way, I hinted some things to the little fool today.”

 

 

 

He recounted his conversation with Lu Tang.

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan frowned. “You want to push Lu Tang to the front? That’s not right! Huang Yunsheng’s men can hurt you. What if…”

 

 

 

Qin Mo sneered. “Do you think he’ll be safe if I don’t push him out? Huang Yunsheng is determined to take Qiao Village. The Qiao family will resist. It’s better to be proactive than to wait passively.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan looked at Qin Mo, silent for a moment, then smiled. “You’re protecting him, right?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo didn’t deny it. “He did call me Dad before.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan laughed. “You didn’t say that before. When I suggested you talk to the Qiao family, do you remember what you said? You said, ‘Wealth is in the heavens, each to their fate!’ Now you’re giving them information?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo patted Song Qingzhan’s shoulder and walked to the door. “Don’t be so rigid. Let’s eat.”

 

 

 

Song Qingzhan followed with a smile.

 

 

 

“Think it through. Do what you want. Just don’t mess it up.”

 

 

 

Lu Tang and Liang Cheng came out of the room just then and heard Song Qingzhan’s last words.

 

 

 

Ding!

 

 

 

Lu Tang turned to look at Song Qingzhan, his gaze landing on his lower abdomen.

 

 

 

He can do whatever he wants?

 

 

 

Is it what I think?

 

 

 

Oh my God!

 

 

 

You can’t spoil him like that. He might be satisfied, but did you forget the pain of needing a cushion to sit?

 

 

 

Meeting Lu Tang’s eyes, Song Qingzhan greeted him warmly. “Young Master Lu, are you heading out?”

 

 

 

Qin Mo also looked at Lu Tang.

 

 

 

Liang Cheng, on guard, pulled Lu Tang’s arm. “We’re going to check on the head chef.”

 

 

 

He then dragged Lu Tang along. “Don’t waste time. Give him a clear answer.”

 

 

 

Stumbling, Lu Tang followed. “What’s your rush?”

 

 

 

As they walked away, Song Qingzhan turned to Qin Mo. “Why do I feel like Young Master Lu looked at me strangely, as if… annoyed?”