Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 11: You’re Just Like a Dog to Her

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mr. Wang was stunned.

Obviously, he had forgotten about this ‘young lady’ who had returned from the countryside.

Nobody in the Song family really cared about Song Hua.

Mr. Wang immediately started the car and left.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the school gate.

It had been an hour since school ended. The school gate was a little deserted. There were only a few students in groups of two or three.

Song Baoyi got out of the car. “Mr. Wang, wait for me here. I’m going to look for my sister.”

“Okay.”

…

On the other hand.

Song Hua held her school bag in one hand and ice cream in the other as she walked down the busy street.

She was wearing a clean school uniform and exuded a pure beauty. Occasionally, she would lower her head and take a bite of the ice cream in her hand, looking full of youthfulness and vitality.

Many people turned around to look at her when they passed by.

“Tingzhi! Look! A beauty!” Wang Dengfeng, who was sitting in the car, suddenly shouted. He looked out of the window in astonishment.

Yu Tingzhi turned his eyes slightly. No one could see any expression in his pitch-black eyes.

It was quite deep.

Wang Dengfeng turned his head to look at Yu Tingzhi. “This beautiful girl seems so familiar! Tingzhi, do you feel the same?”

“No.” Yu Tingzhi retracted his gaze without a trace.

“What do you think about me going after her?” Wang Dengfeng was a little restless. “She seems familiar so this means that the two of us are fated.”

Wang Dengfeng was more than 20 years old this year and had yet to date.

Pa-

Yu Tingzhi took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a low voice, “Do you know what the IQ of an ordinary person is?”

Wang Dengfeng was stunned. Obviously, he hadn’t expected Yu Tingzhi to ask such an irrelevant question. “What is it?”

Yu Tingzhi flicked the cigarette ash on his fingertip. “The average IQ of an ordinary person is around 110, and the average IQ of a dog is around 50.”

“What does this have to do with me chasing that beauty?”Wang Dengfeng asked.

Yu Tingzhi said slowly, “Based on her appearance, that girl’s IQ is at least above 200.”

“So?” Wang Dengfeng asked.

Yu Tingzhi said calmly, “So, you’re just like a dog to her.”

Wang Dengfeng was speechless as he thought sarcastically, “Thank you for the insult.”

After a while, Wang Dengfeng said unwillingly, “Tingzhi, didn’t you only read a few books? Did you really learn how to read someone’s face?”

This was also a part of Yu Tingzhi’s ignorance.

Others read philosophy books, financial newspapers, and all kinds of history books, but Yu Tingzhi reads books on geomancy, books about reading one’s face, books about superstitions, and so on.

“You don’t look good today so something bad will happen to you.” Yu Tingzhi’s thin lips said.

“Bullshit!” Wang Dengfeng didn’t think much of it.

The next second!

Bang!

The driver in the front seat suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Wang Dengfeng’s chin hit the control panel.

“Fuck! It hurts like hell!” Wang Dengfeng reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.

The driver immediately turned around and apologized, “Mr. Dengfeng, Mr. Tingzhi, I’m really sorry. Someone suddenly ran across the road just now…”

“It’s okay,” Yu Tingzhi said. “Continue driving.”

Wang Dengfeng looked at the bloodstains on his fingers and then turned to look at Yu Tingzhi in the back seat. He suddenly fell into deep thought.

…

Not long after.

The car stopped in front of a clubhouse.

Wang Dengfeng opened the door and got out of the car. Then, he went around to the back and took out his wheelchair. “Tingzhi.”

Yu Tingzhi pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. He put his hand on Wang Dengfeng’s hand and sat in the wheelchair.

Wang Dengfeng pushed the wheelchair into the club as the person-in-charge came out to greet them. “Mr. Dengfeng, Mr. Tingzhi.”

“Mr. Zhou, the usual please,” Wang Dengfeng said.

“Okay.”

Mr. Zhou brought the two of them to the private room that they had booked.

The private room was very large and luxurious. It was decorated in a very palace-style, very much in line with the temperament of a playboy.

Wang Dengfeng pushed his wheelchair all the way until he came to an inconspicuous door in the innermost room and stopped.

He pushed the door open.

The scene in front of him instantly changed.

Unlike the palace-style decoration outside, this small room was filled with the scent of books. It was retro and elegant. There was a short table by the window and in front of the short table, there was a screen that separated the room into two sections. Above the short table, there was also a beaded curtain, as long as the person behind the screen pulled down the curtain, the person sitting opposite of them wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Go and call the person,” Yu Tingzhi said.

“Okay.” Wang Dengfeng nodded and walked out.

After the door closed, Yu Tingzhi took out his phone and opened a website. Then, he opened a chat page.

The chat page on it was dated back to half a month ago.

CY: May 9th at the Imperial Court Clubhouse.

TZ: Okay.

Today was already the 11th. He had already come to the clubhouse twice, but CY was still nowhere to be seen.

Yu Tingzhi sat in front of the short table, he crossed his long legs as his index finger tapped the mahogany table. He pursed his thin lips, making it difficult to understand his thoughts.

CY was the most mysterious hacker in the hacker world.

TZ was the founder of the Hacker Alliance.

Neither of them had ever seen each other.

This meeting was because of a case in Yudonia.

But for some reason, CY had suddenly broken their promise to meet.

Ten minutes later, Yu Tingzhi pushed his wheelchair outside.

“Mr. Tingzhi! Come and drink!” A young man with blonde hair who raised a bottle of wine said to Yu Tingzhi, who was sitting in his wheelchair.

Yu Tingzhi picked up the bottle of wine. “Let’s get drunk today!”

“Let’s get drunk!”

The group of people began to make a commotion.

Mr. Zhou, who was standing guard outside the door, heard the commotion and shook his head meaningfully.

This group of ignorant and incompetent rich kids really lived their lives like parasites.

Just when the atmosphere was at its peak, Yu Tingzhi’s phone rang.

After taking the call, he waved at Wang Dengfeng.

“What’s wrong, Tingzhi?” The music in the private room was too loud, so Wang Dengfeng ran over and asked loudly.

When Wang Dengfeng heard what Yu Tingzhi had said, he immediately put away his casual expression and said, “I’ll send you back right away.” After he said that, he immediately put down his wine glass and pushed the wheelchair.

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, the blonde-haired man immediately chased after them. “Dengfeng, why are you leaving?”

“Tingzhi has something urgent to attend to, so he has to go back. You guys have fun, I’ll pay today.”

“Alright!”

…

Half an hour later.

Yu family mansion.

Wang Dengfeng had just pushed his wheelchair to the door when he heard Mr. Yu’s energetic voice from inside the mansion.

“How do you guys usually take care of Tingzhi? He isn’t back yet, don’t you all know to call and ask him about his whereabouts?”

“That old fart.

They were all his grandsons and granddaughters-in-law, but this old fart only knew how to favor Yu Tingzhi.” Zheng Yuerong thought.

She was so angry that she wanted to grit her teeth. She tried to say something a few times, but Yu Tingyuan quietly suppressed it.

Even an idiot would know that Mr. Yu had suddenly returned from abroad for the marriage between Yu Tingzhi and Song Baoyi.

If they found out that the Song family had swapped Song Baoyi, the talented girl, for a country bumpkin from the countryside on the day of the engagement… It would definitely be an exciting scene.

Mr. Yu’s heart wasn’t good to begin with, so he might even be angered to death.

Thinking of this, Yu Tingyuan narrowed his eyes.

Yu Tingye, the eldest son of the Yu family, and his wife, Yang Zixuan, couldn’t stand the way Mr. Yu was biased either.

Yu Tingzhi was just a good-for-nothing who could not be helped. However, Mr. Yu seemed to be blinded to that, treating Yu Tingzhi as a treasure.

Yang Zixuan could not help but say, “Grandfather, look at what you’re saying. He’s not a three-year-old child. We can’t always watch over him!”

These words had a double meaning.

After all, in their eyes, Yu Tingzhi was a good-for-nothing who was worse than a three-year-old child.