Pretending To Be A Boss

Chapter 51: Chapter 35: The First 7 Days with the Idiot_2

Tang Xian smiled, the sunlight serene and beautiful, penetrating the gaps in the wooden hut and landing on the adorable little girl and the foolish bird before him.

Having survived a great disaster, Tang Xian experienced no significant emotional upheaval.

He had always been as calm and composed as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.

It was just that the scenery before him seemed somewhat wonderful.

It was a shame that things like cameras couldn't be used in the mine area.

Nodding his head, Tang Xian smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll feast on bird wings today."

It seemed that the unknown power inside his body had helped him through a tough spot; the mine area… should no longer have any restrictions on him now.

However, after glancing at Tang Xiaojiu, Tang Xian's gaze softened.

Having lost consciousness, Tang Xian didn't know what had happened.

But the enhancement of his sense of smell allowed him to pick up many scents, including his own scent on Tang Xiaojiu.

The flames in the dream must have been foxfire.

In this moment, Tang Xian began to doubt Tang Xiaojiu's true identity.

But he also decided. No matter what dangers or troubles the little girl might encounter in the future—

He would always help her.

…

…

Fortress No. 39, the sixth floor.

Dong Ran was very worried about Tang Xian; it had been a week without any news from Tang. Humans couldn't survive more than seven days in the mine area.

This point, although the vast majority had not verified it personally, the second young miss of the Li family had once conducted experiments using death row inmates.

It was an inhumane thing to do, but the second young miss had always been like that; despite her youth, her methods were harsh enough and her thoughts inscrutable. To verify her hypotheses, she could take very unimaginable actions.

In the clan's reputation, the talent of the second young miss was considered even greater than that of the eldest son, but most people were somewhat fearful of the second young miss. As for the third son… well, it was better to forget about the third son, the great profligate of the Li family.

At the moment, Dong Ran was very nervous; the second young miss seldom sent for her personally, and she couldn't understand why she had been assigned the task of getting close to Tang.

When the second young miss had inquired about her last time, Dong Ran also had a feeling of heart palpitations.

Today, the second young miss summoned her again.

These past few days, she hadn't been in contact with Tang. She had been practicing dance steps supposedly to "enhance breasts and lift buttocks."

Dong Ran felt these dance steps were strange; though she wasn't too bright, after a week of practice, she knew that these steps weren't for enhancing breasts and lifting buttocks.

They must have another purpose.

Besides, she already had a D-cup; any more would just burst the buttons; she didn't need enhancing.

…

…

Li Xiaoyu generally stayed in the study.

Someone once told her: Books are the ladder of human progress; it is the most unrealistic fantasy of humanity to think of dominating the mine area with force, this would mean abandoning the greatest advantage of being an intelligent creature.

Li Xiaoyu deeply agreed with this statement. As a person with only three days of talent, although considered talented among ordinary people, to her, it was tantamount to being handicapped.

So, she loved reading.

Yet no matter how much she read, she always felt she couldn't compare to a certain person. This feeling had lingered for six years, like a persisting illness.

Today, dressed in a dark evening gown, she was going to attend a soiree. Having not heard any news about a certain person for several days, she thought of summoning Dong Ran for an inquiry.

Her delicate face bore no expression, resembling an exquisite sculpture or a machine.

Only when she thought of someone would there occasionally be flashes of anger and humiliation in her eyes, along with some indescribable sentiments.

A knock on the door sounded. Dong Ran had arrived.

"Come in," said Li Xiaoyu, her voice pleasant to the ear, imbued with a sweet and soft quality, but that was just her innate vocal tone.

Some men had mistakenly thought Li Xiaoyu's speech was sultry and made frivolous advances toward her.

This incident was known to the entire Li family and later to all the men who contemplated pursuing Li Xiaoyu.

Li Xiaoyu was very merciful.

The man later lived a good life, marrying another man and having children.

Dong Ran stood somewhat restrained.

Li Xiaoyu spoke indifferently:

"According to intelligence from lower-level informants, during the six years Tang Xian worked as a temporary laborer, he did little work in the mine area and mostly chatted with people. He also left the mine area slightly later than others each time. This indicates that he has a fondness for the mine area."

Dong Ran didn't understand the meaning of these words.

"Therefore, he would try to stay in the mine area as much as possible. He once said that living in the Pyramid was like being a monkey in a zoo. That phrase includes me in the insult too."

Li Xiaoyu never went to the mine area. She liked the feeling of controlling everything from within closed spaces.

Dong Ran nodded her head.

This indeed sounded like something Tang would say.

"But I've personally tested it; it's indeed impossible to stay in the mine area for a full seven days. So he must have returned, but did he not seek you out?"

This was truly the puzzling part for Li Xiaoyu.

She believed that once Tang Xian became a regular, he would spend five or six days in the mine area, which is why she was unconcerned in the previous days.

She also knew that Tang Xian had asked Dong Ran to practice some steps.

According to her understanding, these steps were likely meant to deal with some creatures in the mine area, which also implied Tang Xian would still contact Dong Ran.

But now seven days had passed, and Tang Xian had still not sought out Dong Ran.

Li Xiaoyu felt somewhat anxious.

Even slightly angry, why had Tang Xian given up a good temporary job to become regular?

For six years, over two thousand one hundred days, more than twenty-three thousand hours, Tang Xian had been under her surveillance. Only by constantly monitoring this man's every move could she feel at ease.

But now, Tang Xian had disappeared.