Zhao Xiyin felt both fear and love for her aunt.
Although Zhao Lingxia is argumentative and confrontational, she is actually very kind to her.
After taking a shower, Zhao Xiyin stretched her muscles in a split position on the bed. Zhou Qishen sent her a WeChat message: "Was the shrimp delicious?"
Zhao Xiyin replied honestly, "It's delicious."
“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Gu Heping still has some left, I’ll take you to eat some fresh.” Zhou Qishen extended the invitation naturally. “After you finish dancing, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
Holding her phone, Zhao Xiyin finally realized what was happening.
The phone case was hot, and he kept turning it over and over in his palm, much like Zhou Qishen's current state—his heart was being held in the hands of his beloved girl, awaiting the final verdict.
After stretching, Zhao Xiyin slowly replied with a single word: "Okay."
The word "good" surged with passion, almost instantly exploding into fireworks in Zhou Qishen's eyes.
He rose from his desk, drew back the curtains, and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window. From the high-rise of the China World Trade Center, he could overlook the magnificent nightscape of the CBD. Stretching westward along Chang'an Avenue, the car lights shimmered, forming countless ribbons of light, a dazzling spectacle of light, a continuous flow of light, a journey through the city. The path ahead was unknown, seemingly endless.
He sent a screenshot to the group chat, his joy overflowing with arrogance.
Old Cheng: "Is this a public display of affection?"
Gu Heping: "What was that line that came after showing affection again?"
The system notified that Gu Heping has been removed from the group chat.
Zhou Qishen sent him a private message, "I'm bringing Xiaoxi over for shrimp tomorrow, make the arrangements."
Gu Heping: "Damn it, you kicked me out of the group and you're still so arrogant. Those lobsters were all air-freighted from Wenquanling, they're ridiculously expensive."
Without wasting any words, Zhou Qishen transferred a five-figure sum to him directly.
Gu Heping sent a fawning emoji, "Yes, sir, Zhou Saosao."
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The following day, Meng Weixi invited several people in the industry to dinner at a secluded manor in the eastern suburbs. Since returning to China to take over family affairs, he had kept a low profile and rarely had the time to personally attend social events like this.
I spent the whole day in the park. When I headed back to the city, the sky was overcast and the autumn wind was getting warmer.
Meng Weixi had already vomited twice after getting out of the car, his bile tasted bitter, and his face was pale. It wasn't that he had a low alcohol tolerance; he probably just hadn't had enough of the wine today and had mixed it up. Zhang Yijie handed him tissues and water, asking, "Should we go to the hospital?"
Meng Weixi waved his hand, took the handshake, and got into the car.
Zhang Yijie instructed the driver to slow down, and sighed slightly, "Having dinner with Lao Wu and the others, President Meng, is beneath your dignity."
Meng Weixi didn't say anything, but put a mint in her mouth.
“You’ve put so much effort into that girl’s matter.” Zhang Yijie smiled without saying a word, his words carrying a deeper meaning. “There are too many people in this industry who play this game; it’s all an open secret. If something really happens, the fire won’t reach them.”
After eating the candy, Meng Weixi felt a little better. He frowned. "I don't care who gets burned, but this person is out of the question."
Zhang Yijie laughed, "Just because she's Xiao Zhao's sister?"
Meng Weixi said calmly, "I promised her, and I will keep my promise."
Ni Rui's situation is really complicated. She initially met some production director who introduced her to several dinner parties, and through that, she met quite a few other people. This girl is a bit dim-witted, too eager for fame and fortune. First, she was pursued by a young Hong Kong tycoon, whom she thought was in a serious relationship, but he was just playing around. Playing with one person wasn't enough; she kept switching between them. Who took anyone seriously? It was all just a pastime.
One of the men who had a relationship with Ni Rui was someone of status. They received advance notice, and the renowned legal team led by Qi Yuming got involved. Who is Qi Yuming? If he's serious, he can expose everyone and everything behind the scenes.
The big boss, surnamed Qu, was respectfully called "Master Qu" in the industry. He had a family and status, and the boss was both intimidated and furious. He had already declared that he could turn black into white, and all the blame and wrongdoing would be pinned on Ni Rui. What was a girl? Her life was as insignificant as an ant's, not even worthy of being called a sacrifice.
How do I push it?
Meng Weixi knew it all too well.
It's a common tactic; ruining someone is easy. Ni Rui is only twenty; she can forget about dancing, and even staying in Beijing is questionable. Of course, Meng Weixi doesn't care about any of that. But just now at the dinner party, that big shot suddenly said with a forced smile, "Miss Zhao, you really have some ability to get Qi Yuming's legal team."
Meng Weixi politely deflected the question, saying, "What abilities could an unknown girl possibly have? You flatter me."
The man swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes narrowing into a menacing glint. "Let's get together for dinner sometime."
Meng Weixi didn't even lift her eyelids, her smile fading. "Isn't it enough that I've been eating with Uncle?"
He protected her so much, even at the cost of upsetting others.
Zhang Yijie, who was listening nearby, was terrified. He had always thought that Meng Weixi was a polished and refined person, capable of becoming a general. But today he finally understood that his weakness was Zhao Xiyin, and he could hit her right every time.
Deep affection is short-lived, and extreme wisdom is bound to bring harm.
Meng Weixi always carried a sense of tragic grandeur.
"Master Qu wants priority in theatrical and media scheduling at the end of the year, with the best release date being the first day of the Lunar New Year," Zhang Yijie stated calmly. "The film he invested in was just to promote a newcomer; it was poorly made and hardly a sincere work. Our original plan was to reach an agreement with Universal Pictures to release a comedy animation."
Meng Weixi said calmly, "No rush, he will come to me again to discuss the terms."
Zhang Yijie smiled and said, "A beauty's smile is priceless, yet men play tricks on their lords for her sake. President Meng, you've gone too far with your feelings."
Meng Weixi smiled slightly, remaining silent, yet a hint of youthful naiveté lingered beneath his handsome face. Zhang Yijie saw this and sighed helplessly; so sincere and pure, such a devoted lover.
Entering the city, near the Fourth Ring Road, Zhang Yijie got into another car to visit the set, while Meng Weixi returned to headquarters. With nothing happening at the company, he sat in his office, waiting patiently. As dusk fell, the motion-sensor lights in the office softly illuminated.
Meng Weixi leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rested.
At eight o'clock sharp, the knocking sounded on the door.
As soon as the others came in, Meng Weixi's phone rang again. He gestured for the other person to sit down first.