Chapter 195: Molesting?!
Watching Zhang Yang's smooth operations, Qiao Xier could hardly believe her eyes. Even though he hadn't actually traded yet, his techniques were too polished—there's no way he hadn't been in this field for years.
Could this guy have learned it before? Otherwise, after knowing him for so long, how had she never heard him mention stocks before? Just how much was this bastard hiding?
"How much money do you have?" Zhang Yang suddenly looked up and asked.
"Uh… how much? Hmm, I'm poor." Qiao Xier glanced at Zhang Yang and said, "Not much cash, maybe five or six million. But my stocks and funds should be worth a hundred million or two, gifts from relatives and my grandparents for birthdays."
Damn. Zhang Yang broke into a sweat. That's called poor? Five or six million in cash, one or two hundred million in stocks and funds—how are the rest of us supposed to live?
"Rich lady, huh!" Zhang Yang looked at her, full of envy and jealousy.
"What's the big deal." Qiao Xier shot him a look. "I'm on the low end. If you knew how much the princess of the Liuying family gets for her birthday, you'd probably faint."
Zhang Yang smacked his lips. These rich families really were in a world the poor couldn't comprehend.
"Stocks and funds, huh? Then lend them to me for a bit?" Zhang Yang hesitated, then said, "I can mortgage Nuwa to you."
Hearing that, Qiao Xier rolled her eyes fiercely and pinched him hard. "Do you really see me as an outsider? If you need them, take them. I don't even use them."
"Ah, that's not what I meant. Those were gifts from your grandparents and relatives…" Zhang Yang yelped in pain. "If I screw this up… I swear I won't dare again."
"Hmph, 'again'?" Qiao Xier glared at him, then said, "But if you're using these to save Yimao Group, it might not be enough."
She hesitated, then gritted her teeth. "How about you convince Feifei to sell her shares? I'll buy them."
"You're incredible. You'd dare buy into a stock that's been limit-down for four days." Zhang Yang looked at her, deeply moved. If she really bought those shares,
they could turn into worthless paper—tens of millions gone. Of course, he knew Qiao Xier was doing it for him. "I can't let my wife take a loss."
"Who's your wife!" Qiao Xier slapped him. "I'm just worried Feifei might suffer. If she's upset, she won't teach you English anymore."
"That's a pretty weak excuse." Zhang Yang grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap.
Qiao Xier was tall, and his tug nearly sent them both tumbling. Once she steadied herself, she immediately twisted his arm. "You jerk! Taking advantage of me! Molesting me!"
Though she said that, she didn't move away. Sitting on Zhang Yang's lap, she quickly opened a document and entered a password.
Then she glanced at him. "See for yourself. My stock and fund accounts are here. The password's my English name plus my birthday."
Zhang Yang knew her birthday. One look and he understood—no wonder she was rich. All those stocks and funds were high-performing ones.
"Thank you, wife." Zhang Yang couldn't resist giving her a kiss.
Qiao Xier elbowed him. "Hmph! If you lose it all, I'll auction off your Nuwa Company to pay the debt."
"No problem. You can have me too."
"You bastard—who wants you, mm…"
Qiao Xier suddenly realized something was off. Her pretty face turned red. When Zhang Yang hugged her, his hand had naturally brushed against her breasts. Though separated by clothing and a bra, it was made of soft, close-fitting material without underwires—so it felt like bare skin.
Instantly, Zhang Yang reacted. Something firm pressed against the crease of her butt. The worst part was that her wool skirt was thin and soft, almost like wearing nothing. And clearly, her period had just ended.
Qiao Xier's body stiffened, her blush spreading like dye. She tried to move away, but Zhang Yang held her tighter. Something under her skirt was pressing insistently. The more she wriggled, the worse it got. His warm hands wandered skillfully over her sensitive spots, and in moments, her body softened completely.
Then Zhang Yang's hand slipped under her skirt, about to go further. Qiao Xier panicked—she didn't know where the strength came from, but with a soft gasp, she sprang up from his lap, escaping his grasp, then spun around and pinched him hard.
"You're such a pervert! I'm done with you." Flustered, Qiao Xier patted her chest. Her heart was pounding wildly, like she'd just run a marathon.
Worse, her whole body felt weak and tingly, almost reluctant to move away. Damn Zhang Yang's hands—they were too good. If he'd kept going a few more minutes, she'd have been naked by now.
She shivered, glaring at him, then realized something was off—something felt wet. Her face flushed, and she hurried into the bathroom.
Moments later, she rushed back out, grabbed a change of clothes from the wardrobe, clutched them to her chest, hesitated, then marched up to Zhang Yang, pouting and pounding his shoulder. "You jerk! Bastard! Pervert!"
Zhang Yang guessed what had happened, but feigned ignorance. Grinning, he asked, "What's wrong? Why're you changing your skirt?"
Then his eyes darted downward.
"Don't look!" Qiao Xier shrieked, covering her skirt, and bolted.
Zhang Yang watched her go and noticed a damp patch on the back of her skirt—right where it mattered. Damn, she really got wet…
What a waste, should've pushed her down when he had the chance.
After her shower, Qiao Xier came out in jeans. She glanced at Zhang Yang's back—he was focused on his work. He wasn't slouching, but he looked tired, his shoulders slightly hunched.
They say men look hottest when they're focused. It was true for him too. His sharp eyes locked on the screen, slender fingers dancing across the keyboard, clicking the mouse rapidly.
Qiao Xier crept closer to peek.
Her eyes nearly popped out. She tapped his shoulder in shock. "You bought all Yimao's stock?!"
"Making money for you," Zhang Yang replied casually.
"Someone's clearly shorting Yimao! Feihe Fund's cash inflow is already six hundred million—my money's a drop in the bucket!" Qiao Xier wiped cold sweat.
"They're shorting it, yeah. But I just hacked into Feihe Fund's internal site. Saw their trade logs and some files…"
Qiao Xier was speechless. Advanced hackers were terrifying—who just casually breaks into a company's internal network? But curiosity won. "What did you see?"
"Feihe Fund is controlled by Cai family's overseas company and a domestic partner. In short, it's Cai family's. The new funds came from the Du family's five hundred million and another hundred million from Cai's own Swiss account. In other words, this short sell is Cai and Du families joining forces against Yimao."
"But they've got beef with me, not with Teacher Yang Fei. Why target her? Those bastards." Zhang Yang spat, fuming.
"I know. Didn't you say you ran into Cai Yu that day—and beat him up?"
"Yeah."
"Why'd you hit him?" Qiao Xier asked, rubbing her pretty face. Fresh from her shower, she smelled of floral body wash.
Zhang Yang glanced at her, swallowing quietly. "He was investigating Teacher Yang Fei. I thought he was some creep."
"Exactly. So the conclusion is—Cai Yu's into Feifei."
Zhang Yang frowned, thinking. "You mean that black crow has a thing for Teacher Yang Fei? He found out her five million Yimao shares mean everything to her, so he's deliberately shorting the company, maybe planning to buy it out to threaten her?"
"What do you think?"
"Damn, rich people are insane. Six hundred million just to get laid? Cough—don't glare at me, I didn't mean you. With your looks and fame, Miss Qiao, you'd go for at least a billion… ow, don't bite!"
"Hmph! Keep talking crap and I'll bite harder." Qiao Xier pulled away, pouting. "So what now?"
"I'm dealing with them, aren't I?" Zhang Yang turned back to his computer.
"Your plan is to buy Yimao's stock? Your funds are barely a drop!" Qiao Xier was sweating again.
"Wrong. A fund called Xinjin is also buying heavily. I'm checking their background. If it's not Cai's or Du's, it'll be fun—means they're trading between their own hands. We can play along."
"Damn, they've set up a firewall. Looks like I'll have to use Shadow."
Zhang Yang glanced at Qiao Xier. "Wait for me."
He ran downstairs, grabbed his own laptop, dashed back up, booted it, connected to the net, ran the half-built Shadow System, and easily hacked into Xinjin Company.