173. Manipulation
Under the long wait of the four people, the machine inside was blank with no signal appearing.
“It’s not the target.” He shook his head.
Then… who could it be?
The sudden surge of fear made Su Zeheng unwilling to believe, but his instinctive worry made him uneasy.
“Maybe just a friend or passerby.”
After a while, he smiled slightly carelessly and returned to his seat under the gaze of the other four.
However, the speed of keyboard tapping suddenly slowed down significantly, even becoming hesitant and stumbling.
…
[Do you want to go out tonight?]
At home.
Seeing the message from Su Zeheng, Wen Han knew that the other party had fallen for it.
Uncle must be suffering now.
He wanted to trust me, but couldn’t resist curiosity, so he must have been struggling and in pain before conducting a test.
Wen Han, who already knew how the other party would act, rolled her eyes and finally replied coldly after an hour.
[Sorry, I’m busy tonight. Maybe another time.]
A few days of flirtation, a few days of passion, and then a few days of sudden coldness.
This abrupt interruption of rising flirtation would make the other party suffer and feel uncomfortable, leading them to constantly contact someone else.
Once the contact begins, control is no longer in his hands.
But why am I feeling strange…
Tilting her head, Wen Han hesitated, but suddenly another spark of black fire appeared.
“Uncle, don’t blame me because I am a witch, and I approached you with the purpose of manipulating you!”
“I will definitely take your madness!”
…
[A man]
[I saw Wen Han with a man]
[Old Su…]
Late at night, Fat Brother’s words kept echoing in his mind.
Su Zeheng repeatedly opened the conversation with Wen Han, watching her cold reply, and then receiving no response.
He turned off his phone and stood up irritably.
“She’s not that kind of person.”
But since she’s not the target, and…
Perhaps she’s just playing with me? She’s a witch, isn’t she? She likes to tease people!
“Yes… maybe!”
Taking a deep breath, Su Zeheng opened his phone again.
This time he couldn’t hold back any longer and quickly sent another message.
[Phew! Finally off work, did you get home?]
The message sank like a stone into the sea, with no reply.
Su Zeheng wanted to continue, but didn’t know how.
Or… do I have the right, the status, the reason?
He could only close his eyes helplessly, yet he couldn’t sleep all night.
…
Ding!
In fact, Wen Han hadn’t gone anywhere; she had stayed at home all along.
Seeing the other party unable to control their inquiries anymore, she smirked triumphantly.
“Uncle, you’re beyond redemption.”
Men always think they can maintain control, always think they can strategize, always think they won’t become a dog-licker.
But the more confident such men are, the more likely they will be manipulated by women at a higher level.
“Do you think he will go crazy as expected?”
Lin Wuju’s voice suddenly echoed again in the room where only Wen Han was present.
Wen Han was long accustomed to this feeling of being watched, so she never showed her true self.
“Yes,” she looked up, “within five days, Su Zeheng will definitely fall into my hands!”
…
In the following days, Su Zeheng’s work speed suddenly became sluggish.
It wasn’t returning to his former pace, but often distracted, even making small mistakes.
Old Chen and others were somewhat worried but didn’t dare to speak directly. They always silently observed from behind.
But these things seemed to have escaped Su Zeheng’s notice.
Halfway through work, his mind felt empty.
He habitually picked up his phone, looking at the blank chat box, and couldn’t resist wanting to smoke, but found there was no tobacco.
“I can’t continue like this.”
His state had affected his work.
If this was Wen Han’s scheme, she… might have succeeded.
But what if it wasn’t?
Colleagues’ words gradually made him suspect that this was Wen Han’s “playful manipulation,” and he slowly began to doubt, half-believing and half-doubting.
But those beautiful moments and the other party’s changes made him unwilling to believe, still holding onto the last bit of hope.
[What are you doing?]
After a long silence, he impulsively couldn’t hold back, deliberately making his tone casual.
…
[I’m at home, not feeling well]
After replying, Wen Han reapplied the rose tattoo on her collarbone.
In the mirror, the beautiful and seductive woman’s eyes flickered with black flames.
“Now it’s time to go out.”
Turning off her phone, she picked up her handbag and left the house step by step.
…
“Not feeling well?”
[Should I take you to see a doctor?]
The message once again sank without a reply.
Su Zeheng, sitting at his computer desk, finally began to frown, lost in thought.
“Old Su?”
A thump, a tap on his shoulder.
Su Zeheng immediately snapped back to reality: “Hm? What is it?”
“You…” Old Bai hesitated, but finally turned it into a smile, “Want to go out for barbecue tonight?”
“Tonight?”
Subconsciously gripping his phone, Su Zeheng shook his head.
“No, I have something to do tonight.”
…
“Old Su, you really aren’t coming?”
“Yeah, come on! It’ll be much more fun together.”
“Let’s go!”
“I really have something.” As soon as work was over, Su Zeheng quickly packed up, “Have fun, I won’t join you!”
He left amidst everyone’s watchful eyes with a smile.
But as soon as he stepped out of the office, his expression instantly darkened, quickly returning to his car.
Rushing alone, one couldn’t talk to oneself.
Habitually buying some stomach medicine, Su Zeheng finally saw the familiar building.
Creak!
The car parked in a corner, and he subconsciously looked up after taking the medicine.
In the area where Wen Han was, it was pitch dark.
“Hmm?”
A tiny bit of doubt arose in his heart.
But Su Zeheng still quickly got on the elevator and arrived at the door he had tried to reach several times in recent days.
“Cough, cough…” He nervously coughed a few times, revealing a faint smile.
Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!
“Hmm?”
Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!
The door was repeatedly knocked but received no response.
Su Zeheng frowned in confusion, somewhat worried: “Could it be… Wen Han? Are you okay? Wen Han—?”
“What’s all the noise?!”
With a creak, the neighbor finally angrily opened the door.
Su Zeheng hurriedly apologized.
The neighbor helplessly pointed to Wen Han’s place: “She left a long time ago, didn’t you contact her before coming?”
“…Left?”
The message [I’m at home] suddenly flashed in his mind.
Su Zeheng awkwardly laughed and said, “Sorry for disturbing you, I… I… will contact her later.”
The neighbor helplessly shook his head and slammed the door shut.
“She’s not home.”
The corridor fell silent again, the lights automatically extinguishing.
Su Zeheng quietly stared at the door in front of him for a long time.
[Are you home? Should I bring some medicine over?] He sent a message in the darkness.
Ding!
This time, Wen Han replied quickly.
