"bite!"
A head of curly hair was the first thing that caught her eye. Wen Cheng's eyes lit up, initially showing surprise, but quickly turning to joy. She then ran quickly towards Wen Qi. Although Wen Qi was knocked back a few steps by the inertia, he still managed to hold Wen Cheng tightly. Wen Cheng then clung to Wen Qi and wouldn't get down.
Through their long-term interaction, Wen Cheng had learned how to act coquettishly towards this person.
Wen Qi hugged Wen Cheng for a few seconds before wiping away the anger in his eyes, "Where did you go just now?"
Secretary Zhao wisely returned to his office first. President Wen's state just now was no joke. Fortunately, there was someone who could calm him down at any time. Otherwise, when President Wen went crazy, it wouldn't be as simple as the little squabbles between the two brothers.
Wen Cheng then became serious, climbed off Wen Qi, coughed, and said with great pride, "Let's talk and eat at the same time."
Even at this time, we must not forget to eat!
Wen Qi took Wen Cheng to that restaurant and made a reservation in advance for a private room. The room was separated by special glass and had rare tropical fruits growing inside. The appetizer platter included freshly picked and prepared fruits from the tropical fruits. The waiters were also dressed in distinctive outfits, which immediately whetted Wen Cheng's appetite.
Since being with Wen Qi, he has always found ways to make sure she eats well and experiences all sorts of unique local specialties. When Wen Cheng is with Wen Qi, she doesn't need to use her brain.
However, this joy only lasted until Wen Cheng finished telling her what had just happened.
"You're saying you met with Li Gaoyi all by yourself?!" Wen Qi put down his knife and fork.
Wen Cheng quickly shook her head, "What about Cha Cha and Qin Zhou?"
Suppressing his anger, Wen Qi asked, "Why didn't you call me?"
Wen Cheng said innocently, "Isn't this because you're in a meeting? The secretary said that the planning department gets really fierce when they argue, and I don't want to let them get caught in the crossfire."
Wen Qi recalled today's meeting,
"Your ridiculous event must have been made out of thin air. Do you believe that players will curse your ancestors for eighteen generations after you release it?"
"Heh, so your health-preserving event, which is supposed to be as good as outlasting a game, is that so noble? You only got this little bit after staying up for three days straight? You wouldn't even treat a beggar like that!"
"It's still better than your crappy system. Our company is so poor, your event is just robbery! And the drop rate is so low, have some shame!"
"How can you be so shameless?!"
Wen Qi took a deep breath and took out his phone. "Hey, Zhao Si, find the two best boxing gyms near the company. Yeah, get two lifetime memberships. Make sure the two from the planning department go there three times a week and beat them until they're too tired to argue."
The raw marinated shrimp with warm orange peel started to taste bland after I chewed half of it. Brother Qi seems to be angry.
“Chengcheng,” Wen Qi put down his phone.
“Here!” Wen Cheng immediately put down her fork.
Wen Qi paused for a moment, then sighed, "Let's talk after we finish eating. I'll take you somewhere."
Wen Cheng carefully picked up the fork and noticed that Wen Qi's expression was alright now; it seemed that his slight anger when he called her name just now was only a fleeting moment.
Orange quickly picked up her fork and started eating; she couldn't let herself go hungry, no matter what she was doing.
"What is Li Gaoyi's ultimate goal? My parents' shares?" Wen Qi asked as he peeled a crab for Wen Cheng, his elegant movements not hindering his speed at all.
Wen Cheng gave Wen Qi a thumbs up.
Wen Qi's expression conveyed a sense of ease and confidence.
"I could guess that's all Li Gaoyi's ambitions are. Do you know what the Li family is like abroad these days?"
"poverty?"
"Yes, not only are they poor, but for the sake of their own face, instead of thinking about innovation and development, they treat their own children like objects to participate in marriage alliances. It's like a last dynasty, clinging to a shell for the sake of face and reputation. If they really had the ability, they wouldn't keep relying on the weakest force of public opinion."
Wen Cheng was so thoroughly enlightened. Yes, a truly great family doesn't need public condemnation to fight for anything. Everything begins and ends in the undercurrents.
While eating, Wen Cheng was still wondering where Wen Qi would take her. When they arrived, she was slightly surprised to find that it was the old lady's private sanatorium.
The old lady lived in a luxury room on the top floor. She had no tubes inserted into her body, nor was she bedridden. She was sitting on the sofa in the room, looking at the huge screen hanging on the wall with a pale face.
Ah Qi, your uncle has no other requests, only that you stop suing Mother and let us bring her back to China for medical treatment. She is not only the head of the Li family, but also our most respected elder. As Mother's eldest son, I beg you to let Mother return to China.
The elderly woman held the remote control, trying to turn off the TV, but it wouldn't work no matter how she pressed the buttons. This was because, for safety reasons, the hospital had concealed the power strips and TV cables within the walls, and even the power switches were controlled from the main control room.
Visitors are free to enter and exit the nursing home, but this does not include the old lady's room.
The old woman was nearly driven to the brink of collapse by the utterly hypocritical words of her eldest son, whom she had always trusted. Unable to turn off the television, she could only smash the remote control in her hand.
The remote control bounced off the wall and landed at Wen Qi's feet.
A brand-new leather shoe casually kicked the lifeless remote control aside. The old woman looked up and saw Wen Qi's face, indifferent to the extreme, but with a deadly smile in his eyes, repeatedly mocking the confidence she had maintained for decades.
The more ruthless a person is, the more they can endure without uttering a sound for over a decade.
"Is this your ultimate goal?" The old woman's weathered voice seemed to have aged several years overnight.
"This isn't the goal, it was just a matter of time. The gamble merely brought it forward a little. Speaking of which, I have to thank your good son. Your Li family's plan is truly brilliant. I'm going to have an unconditional marriage, and then my parents' shares will be inherited by you."
"I never even considered taking that man's money!" the old woman growled, as if greatly provoked. "It would be dirty for me to take money from someone as lowly as your father!"
"So you think you're so superior just because your grandson is going to a political marriage? You've got some shame, haven't you!" Wen Cheng stepped forward to confront her.
The old lady looked at Wen Cheng with a hint of retreat, but her eyes remained fierce. "You're violating common sense. What's the difference between what you're doing and promiscuity?"
Wen Cheng was so angry she laughed. "You killed your daughter! You're so old, why don't you retire properly and instead keep ruining your descendants? You've used up the entire Li family for marriage alliances. Even feudal dynasties didn't have such a way of causing trouble. What are you trying to convince me of?"
"Me? I killed my daughter? She was shameless!"
“Sign the document. My mother doesn’t need a mother like you. She’s suffered for decades, and now she’s finally getting rid of the Li family’s stigma. We’ve never wanted anything like that.” Wen Qi produced a document severing ties with the family.
The old woman froze for a few seconds, then took several steps back.
"I won't sign! Why should I sign?" The old woman started acting like a scoundrel.
Wen Cheng was so angry at this person that he was furious. If he wasn't afraid of taking action and sending this scum to hell in advance, he would have already taken action. Seeing this, Wen Qi grabbed Wen Cheng's hand and made him stand by his side. At this time, Wen Cheng's companionship was already the best gift.
"Regarding my mother's matter, I can directly sue you for premeditated murder," Wen Qi said, placing the agreement on the table.
The old woman was stunned. "How can we control mudslides? They were just careless."
"Really? What if I have the call records from that time? Those of us who work with information can still do that."
The old woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to utter a sound.
Wen Qi continued, "For the Li family, which is now just an empty shell, once this kind of thing is exposed, whether it's true or false, most of your marriage alliance families will give up on this marriage. After all, those who choose marriage alliances are never doing so for feelings, just like business partners. Think about it, if you knew that your business partner was actually a murderer who killed his own daughter and abandoned his own grandson, what would they do?"
Wen Qi's words were like the whispers of a demon; with each additional word he spoke, the old lady's face grew paler.
Wen Cheng's argument with the old lady was just a way to provoke him, but Wen Qi went straight to giving the old lady an ultimatum.
"You don't need me to remind you what the Li family is like, do you?" Wen Qi's eyes seemed to see right through the old lady.
...
"I'll sign," the old woman gritted her teeth, picked up the pen, and signed.
Half an hour later, Wen Qi brought Wen Cheng out of the sanatorium. The warm winter sun shone on Wen Qi's face, as if he were wrapped in a layer of warmth. His gaze was somewhat vacant, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes.
"Brother Qi," Wen Cheng grasped Wen Qi's hand.
Wen Qi gripped Wen Cheng's hand tightly; he knew she was worried about him.
"I'm fine, just a little happy, and I don't know how to express it," Wen Qi said, gently rubbing Wen Cheng's hand between his thumb and forefinger with his thumb.
Wen Cheng felt a little itchy, and the itch spread to the tips of her ears. Wen Cheng pursed her lips and tried her best to endure it for her boyfriend.
"So what's our next step?"
"Go home and settle the accounts."
"!!!"
This ending was something Wen Cheng never expected. He was dragged into the car in a daze and then taken to their little apartment outside. Wen Cheng resisted as Wen Qi pulled him towards their home.
"Brother, tell me what the accounting items are first? No, we can't include them!!" Wen Cheng blurted out in a panic.
Wen Qi paused, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions as he looked at Wen Cheng.
Wen Cheng felt as if her actions just now were a reminder to him!
Wen Cheng almost screamed for help outside, tears welling up in her eyes.
The notorious exam week has officially ended. Yao Xingwei, with somewhat broken English, declined the invitations to go clubbing from several new friends he had made abroad, and returned alone to his rented apartment with his backpack.
While his son was studying abroad, his father was extremely reluctant to let him suffer any hardship. After all, his son was suddenly starting to work hard, and external conditions could only get better.
In this place where land is incredibly expensive, the rented house was luxurious and comfortable, and it even came with two servants.
He hired a Southeast Asian maid, around forty years old, who had two children who attended the same school as him. Yao Xingwei would often go out with them. The maid was very kind to Yao Xingwei; she was well-paid, approachable, and a classmate of the two children. Therefore, the maid also took on another important task: to keep an eye on developments in China for him.
His major involves many exams, which often causes him to miss out on many things.
"Yao, congratulations on finishing your exams. There seems to be a big news story in the country lately, about... um, about... the Wen family," the maid said, pronouncing the word "Wen" with some difficulty.
But Yao Xingwei quickly realized what was happening.
"What's wrong?" Yao Xingwei put down his schoolbag and hurried over.
The maid picked up the tablet and showed it to Yao Xingwei.
Yao Xingwei glanced at it, and saw half a character.
Jeunesse, do you have a Chinese version?
“Oh, of course,” Jeunesse searched.
Yao Xingwei sat on the sofa and started reading.
"This Li family is obviously problematic. Those who protect him are just a bunch of foolish, feudal big families. In today's magazines, the Li family is like a prostitute, with no bottom line. In fact, Yao's school history teacher is also from the Li family, but he didn't obey the Li family's arrangements and was thus removed by them."
"Is that so? Jess, tell me about this in detail."
......
"Buzzing!" In the room filled with the scent of musk, clothes were scattered up the stairs, until only two intertwined ties remained at the foot of the bed.
Wen Cheng's body ached as if it were falling apart; she had no strength to even reach for her phone.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Wen Qi emerged, still damp from the shower. He walked up to Wen Cheng and planted a light kiss on her forehead, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. Wen Cheng slapped him across the face.
He weakly called out, "Go away."
Wen Qi wasn't angry at all. He happily picked up his phone, saw that it was Yao Xingwei, and handed it to Wen Cheng with great reassurance, thoughtfully pressing the answer button for him.
"Hey~"
"Hey? Which little vixen sucked your life force? You're so weak and listless!" Yao Xingwei's first words made him want Wen Cheng to carry a big sword and cross mountains to beat him up.
"If there really is a little vixen, would you dare to say it to his face?"