Zhao west started playing music, but after only two seconds, he heard Brother Qin's voice: "What are you playing?"
Zhao Xiyin looked up and found everyone staring at her. She remained calm, her smile bright and cheerful. "My sister got first place in the exam."
After that, Brother Qin especially liked to talk to Zhao Xiyin, asking her where she was from, telling her to train hard, and saying she had the look of a star. Zhao Xiyin couldn't resist and made an excuse to go to the restroom.
At the other table separated by the screen, Meng Weixi and Zhang Yijie finally stepped out. Meng Weixi frowned, clearly displeased. "Who brought them here?"
Zhang Yijie smiled and clinked glasses with him, "It's a normal thing, it's not that serious."
Meng Weixi held back and ultimately did nothing on the spot.
Zhang Yijie added, "Come have a meal, get to know more people, it won't hurt her."
Meng Weixi said in a flat voice, "She doesn't value such benefits."
He always remembered that day when he was walking with Zhao Xiyin in Sanlitun. She said to him, "I'm having fun dancing, and no one can stop me. If I feel it's not suitable, I'll walk by myself, and I don't need anyone to take me."
Meng Weixi knew from Zhao Xiyin's calm and confident expression that she truly didn't care.
Zhang Yijie didn't dare to touch that landmine again. He turned his head, paused for a moment, and then lowered his voice to remind Meng Weixi: "Zhou Qishen."
Zhou Qishen arrived late, chatting and laughing with several acquaintances. The fatigue from his long journey vanished from his face. He always knew how to present himself appropriately for any occasion.
Zhang Yijie rationally advised, "President Meng, please say hello."
Meng Weixi was of course able to distinguish between what was important and what was not. Just as she was about to go over, she heard the people at the table in front of her talking loudly, and somehow the main topic had turned to those girls.
"Your flexibility must be excellent. Look at that figure, it's exactly what I like."
"The first one to go out was the prettiest, with a great figure, big breasts and a slim waist..." The person then made a particularly lewd gesture of pinching with both hands, eliciting strange expressions from the crowd.
"Talk to Brother Qin and see if we can meet up for coffee after the party ends."
"What kind of coffee do you want? You want the one above, don't you?"
Meng Weixi's face immediately darkened, and the knuckles of his hand holding the wine glass turned white. He leaned forward, taking a step, but was stopped in time by Zhang Yijie. Zhang Yijie said seriously, "That's Chairman Sun's brother-in-law from Great Wall Industry. Chairman Sun and the old man have a very close relationship. They were playing golf together at Greentown yesterday."
The message was clear: Meng Wei should consider the bigger picture.
Meng Weixi's anger was extinguished by this bucket of ice water. He was momentarily distracted, and the step he was about to take stopped halfway.
In the blink of an eye, a figure walked past.
The man, oblivious to the fact that he was speaking incoherently, said, "Those legs must be as soft as cotton; they could really play all night."
Zhou Qishen held a wine glass, his expression calm and composed. He tapped the other person's shoulder with two fingers. When the other person turned around, Zhou Qishen grabbed his hair and pulled it back forcefully. The veins on the back of his hand stood out, indicating that he was using great force and clearly intended to tear off his scalp.
The man was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. Before he could even cry out, he was shoved hard into the boiling pot of soup on the table.
Zhou Qishen's gaze was cold and cruel. He pulled his head back and slapped him across the face.
"Want to play again?" Zhou Qishen's tone was sharp as a knife.
The other person's brow bone was covered in blisters from the burn, with oil and soup dripping down. One slap sent stars flying, and half their face swelled up like a pig's head. Bystanders, realizing what was happening, rushed to break up the fight. Zhou Qishen released his grip, took off his dark gray suit jacket, wiped his dirty palm clean, tossed it aside, and calmly returned to his original spot.
As she passed by Meng Weixi, she glanced at him with a half-smile. The smile didn't reach her eyes; it was a deep, meaningful smile, a smile that seemed to pierce Meng Weixi's heart.
Zhou Qishen's thin lips touched his, and he mouthed to him, "—What kind of man are you?"
Author's Note: A domineering CEO from a humble background, Zhou Zai is the most handsome CEO among all the CEOs!
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This chapter has 500 little red envelopes, chirp~
Chapter 21 I Don't Believe in Growing Old Together (1)
I don't believe that people can grow old together (1)
Zhou Qishen's victory was succinct and to the point.
The man who had been beaten squatted on the ground, grimacing and groaning. Having lost face, he wanted to salvage the situation, so he pointed at Zhou Qishen and cried out, "What the hell did I do to you? You just wait! I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!"
Zhou Qishen's back view was breezy, and he didn't even bother to turn his head.
Mr. Sun's brother-in-law was shouting and yelling, creating a chaotic scene. Some of his men were even dialing numbers on their phones, until a loud "bang" resounded—
Meng Weixi smashed the wine glass hard on the ground.
After that, no one dared to utter a sound.
Seeing things were about to go wrong, Zhang Yijie quickly followed. Meng Weixi walked fast, her expression intense and her eyes deep. "A fool who overestimates himself, daring to call the police. Doesn't Zhou Qishen know who he's on good terms with? Who dares to arrest him?"
Zhang Yijie remained noncommittal. "That makes sense. But Zhou Qishen injured Chairman Sun's men today, so it might be difficult to explain to him later."
Meng Weixi turned her head, her eyes red enough to bleed, "I shouldn't have listened to you."
These words were harsh, and he truly regretted them. Zhang Yijie knew how to behave, but manners are a double-edged sword. If you try to have your cake and eat it too, you lose the other side. How can you have it both ways?
A small mistake can lead to a huge error – isn't that a perfect description of when Meng Weixi and Zhao Xiyin broke up?
That very night, Meng Weixi dismissed the person in charge of the troupe and publicly declared that it was someone he, Meng Weixi, didn't want. This essentially cut off his future in the industry.
This man acted first and reported later, displaying a rather arrogant attitude. His connection to Fantian Entertainment was that of a senior official who, hoping to plead for leniency, eventually reached out to Meng Weixi's father. Meng's father spoke to Meng Weixi, but Meng Weixi was adamant and refused to discuss it. This harsh attitude angered his father, and the two parted on bad terms at home.
Meng Weixi grabbed her car keys and left the house. She returned to the company in the early hours of the morning and just sat there listlessly.
The office lights were off, illuminated only by the neon lights of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Meng Weixi looked out the window, his face changing color, becoming gloomy and devoid of any relaxation.