He took the elevator, which had finally come down, back to his familiar front door and rang the doorbell. Cheng Jixue waited a while, even adopting a weak and vulnerable posture that Zhang Chaohe would surely like to gain sympathy. He spoke softly, "Are you listening, baby?"
"I want to... tell you a story."
"My childhood story."
...
Unfortunately, the house was actually empty.
Zhang Chaohe discovered that Cheng Jixue had become smarter; instead of blocking his doorway, she blocked him at the elevator entrance, catching him off guard and causing him to fall into her trap, which made him feel very troubled.
While Cheng Jixue was waiting for the elevator, he quickly packed a few frequently used items and rushed to the open-air balcony of his home.
Then Zhang Chaohe took a deep breath and skillfully used the emergency escape measures on the balcony... He climbed out the window and ran away!
Meanwhile, Cheng Jixue was still recounting his heartbreaking childhood experiences in detail to the video doorbell.
After speaking for a while, he suddenly fell silent and said helplessly, "Guapi suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis last night and was sent to the hospital."
There was no sound from inside the door.
Cheng Jixue's expression immediately changed.
Okay, Zhang Chaohe is definitely not at home; he's already run away.
Cheng Jixue really found it very troublesome... Zhang Chaohe had built a solid wall around himself to block all access. The goose was running freely in front of him, but the goose catcher was having a hard time making a move—he was afraid of missing the goose in one strike, and he was also afraid of hurting the goose with too much force.
A dilemma.
He fled, he was pursued, but the multi-dimensional defense mechanism blocked him from taking off in place.
If Cheng Jixue had known this was the price of deception, he would have preferred to have been more assertive and honest with his beloved goose from the beginning, rather than resorting to a web of lies to patch things up, leaving him covered in unsightly patches before finally being honest with his lover.
He was regretting his actions and wondering where he could stop the ever-running geese when he suddenly heard the clatter of high heels—Ms. Zhao, wearing large sunglasses, led a group of men in black into Zhang Chaohe's stairwell with an air of authority, saying as she walked:
"This, this, this, there's someone standing every three meters, except..."
Ms. Zhao fell silent the next second.
Cheng Jixue roused herself and looked at Ms. Zhao with an expression full of guilt, trepidation, and heartbreak, trying to make up for her already shaky reputation a little bit more.
Ms. Zhao led a group to help out at Diandian early in the morning, and sure enough, they saw Ji Er wandering around downstairs like a ghost. She scoffed inwardly, but her tone was warm yet subtly sarcastic: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Ji? What brings you here so early? Walking the dog?"
Cheng Jixue forced a smile: "..."
At this moment, he was being relentlessly attacked by his future mother-in-law. Not only did he leave his former love nest in a sorry state, but he also watched helplessly as Ms. Zhao built a comprehensive isolation system at Zhang Chaohe's doorstep, like a fortified fortress.
Cheng Jixue: Just when he thought this was the hellish difficulty level, Zhang Yinshan called him.
Although the two did not formally exchange business cards in their contacts, their numbers were already saved in each other's phones. As soon as Cheng Jixue answered the call, she was on high alert to deal with her brother-in-law, who had once deeply provoked her.
However, his brother-in-law didn't seem to be there to mock him. He simply said very casually, as if issuing a notice, "Given that the Zhang family can only have one person with the surname Ji from now on, I will suggest to Dian Dian that you be expelled and that I start introducing him to other suitable young men. I hope you will stop here..."
Despite listening to his brother-in-law's outrageous remarks, Cheng Jixue remained calm and asked in a composed tone, "My surname is Cheng. What is my relationship with the Ji family?"
"You've dialed the wrong number. Go talk to Ji Tingduan."
Zhang Yinshan: ?
This person is of a high generation, but how can they be so shameless?!
A note from the author:
I was planning to coax the goose back today, but alas, I can't let that stinky thing get away with it too easily.
(Tomorrow depends on my mom's mood)
Let's see if we can maintain 6% and strive for 9% tomorrow! Writing about crematoriums in a silly post made me want to roll on the ground 5555;
I love you all!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 85
When Zhang Chaohe arrived at the company, he was unexpectedly met with countless curious stares.
He was unaware that the rumors of "Boss Zhang's marital troubles" had spread throughout the company, and everyone was mourning the boss's love life. He only thought it was because his suit was very stylish today.
He dragged himself to the office, only to find Assistant Jiang, who hadn't visited Jiasheng in ages since his promotion, sitting behind his desk looking at him with pity.
Zhang Chaohe suddenly felt something was amiss... He cautiously asked, "President Jiang, what are you doing here?"
Assistant Jiang took a leisurely sip of coffee and then slowly began to speak: "You see, this is all a trap set by men. First, they make someone else their assistant, then promote them to special assistant, and then make them the CEO... so they can happily date and leave all the company affairs to others."
Zhang Chaohe felt a chill run down his spine and lowered his head in shame: Assistant Jiang must have seen his attendance sheet!
Assistant Jiang stood up: "Fortunately, some people have now realized their mistakes and returned to the right path. In that case, we should thank President Zhang for his divorce."
Zhang Chaohe: "Huh?"
When did my marriage break down?
He suddenly realized something, his expression changed, and he retorted loudly, "No, no! Don't slander the boss's innocence out of thin air!"
Damn it! Shouldn't a decent ex just disappear from someone's life like they're dead?! Why do they keep popping up again and again?!
Assistant Jiang, with a domineering expression that seemed to say, "You've broken up, so get to work," patted the documents she had brought. "These are all important investments. Take a look, Mr. Zhang." She waved and left the president's office briskly. "I'm leaving. I hope you won't ask me that stupid question about how long it will take to earn 10 billion after you've read it."
After being ridiculed by the capitalists who were essentially abandoning their responsibilities as managers, Xiao Zhang went out for a stroll in a gloomy mood, only to run into Mei Jinghan, who was on her way back to the company to meet with investors for her next project.
The other party hesitated for a moment, then gave Zhang Chaohe an encouraging smile: "Out with the old, in with the new. Keep it up, Mr. Zhang!"
Zhang Chaohe: ...
“I…” Zhang Chaohe hesitated before asking.
Why does Mei Jinghan look like he's about to leave?
Mei Jinghan looked at him sympathetically and whispered, "I know about the marital breakdown."
Zhang Chaohe sensed something was amiss, and he retorted righteously, "No...actually..."
Things have changed, but we're still not married!
Mei Jinghan ignored him, and his manager urged him twice from the other side, so he had to leave quickly to prepare to start his business.
Zhang Chaohe suppressed his anger and returned to his office. He leaned on his desk with one hand, drinking water, and was thinking about what to do when Assistant Chen entered.
He turned around and saw that Assistant Chen's eyes were also flickering, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Mr. Zhang's rebellious streak crumbled instantly, and he sneered, "You're here to ask me about my marital problems too?"
Assistant Chen let out a long "Huh?" and then seemed to be suddenly startled: "You're getting a divorce??"
Zhang Chaohe: He cleared his throat, changing the subject: "Is there something you need?"
Suppressing his doubts, Assistant Chen said excitedly, "Congratulations, President Zhang! The 'Rebel Lightyear' collaboration music pack with the Drunken Blade has topped the sales charts, and the game's revenue this month has exceeded 280 million!"
Zhang Chaohe couldn't keep his smile going. With a wave of his hand, he immediately uttered the sweet words that millions of employees dreamed of: "Salary increase, bonus, all arranged!"
A mere 280 million! Zhang Chaohe's smile was reduced to a mere shred of restraint—nothing special!
Assistant Chen's joy lasted only a moment, and then worry and gloom filled his brow.
Zhang Chaohe tentatively asked, "What's wrong? Isn't making money a good thing?"
Assistant Chen hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "Back then you said that if the revenue exceeded 70 million, we would live stream the game with the most popular comments in the comment section."
"It's time to fulfill the promise, Mr. Zhang!"
Zhang Chaohe: ".
Assistant Chen had almost forgotten about it if he hadn't mentioned it, and—you guys are really something!
Zhang Chaohe opened the Pink Station comment section with equal worry, intending to see which game was currently the most requested. However, the messages kept popping up for ages before finally loading, almost crashing his computer. He also noticed that the "@my" section had reached 99+ messages, so he glanced at it out of curiosity and immediately felt numb.
[Goose, come and see my speedrun of the highest difficulty AP game! (smug)]
[Is Mr. Zhang here? He's also doing an app review! "I bought the music package, it's really not that difficult."]
...
Such sarcastic and provocative comments show no regard for whether Mr. Zhang might be driven to despair by them.
Zhang Chaohe: Others are enemies with their fans, but I am their sworn enemy.
He opened the comments section of the feed without much hope, and the most popular comment was actually asking him to play "Overcooked 2" with Cheng Jixue.
Zhang Chaohe was momentarily unsure whether to praise them or thank them. Clearly, this comment was as accurate as a prophecy; there was no kitchen, but they had indeed broken up.
He was staring blankly at the screen when Assistant Chen, looking regretful, pushed open the door: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Cheng says he wants to see you."
Zhang Chaohe said without hesitation: "Tell him that if I contact him, I will burn paper money for him."
Assistant Chen: If I relay the answer truthfully, I'll probably be the one getting my paper money burned.
So he closed the door again and used a very tactful way to tell Cheng Jixue to come back tomorrow.
Cheng Jixue stood outside the door, seemingly accompanied by the background music of "fallen leaves scattering across my face." His beautiful, pitiful face seemed to carry a different kind of sorrow as he looked at Assistant Chen with pleading eyes: "What would happen if I forced my way in?"
Assistant Chen sighed: "Then Mr. Zhang will probably send you out the window."
Cheng Jixue sighed, "That's true."
The first two times, he even entered the door relatively politely, without any dangerous or threatening behavior that endangered public or private property or personal safety, yet he was still sent back to his happy old home by Zhang Chaohe's punch. If he tries to resolve the issue with violence this time, his only fate will probably be to roll back to his happy old home through the window.
The only trick that can still leave a mark on Zhang Chaohe's mind now is making money... In order not to lose Zhang Chaohe completely, Cheng Jixue can only choose to honestly contact Director Lu Xun to discuss the time to join the crew, and meet with President Zhang in writing.
He included a lengthy confession in his performance review report, detailing why he had embarked on this path of no return.
The confession letter he had painstakingly written over three hours turned out to be completely useless... Faced with his humble reason for submitting the report with high expectations, Assistant Chen finally felt a little sympathy—it seems that marrying into a wealthy family may seem glamorous on the surface, but in reality, it is extremely bitter!
He politely declined, somewhat embarrassed, saying, "Mr. Zhang just went out."
Cheng Jixue froze, and like a disfavored concubine desperately trying to find out the Emperor's whereabouts outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she asked listlessly, "Then... where did President Zhang go?"
Assistant Chen knew that Xiao Zhang always went to the new house to buy new furniture for Caiye. But he couldn't possibly be a traitor who would lose his head, so he could only cough guiltily and say, "Well... he probably went out to play."
Cheng Jixue said pitifully, "Thank you."
He clutched the folder in his hand, looking utterly dejected, and it was swept away like a withered autumn leaf, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Assistant Chen felt even more guilty... He could only pray that the two of them had really broken up, otherwise the first thing the Empress would do upon returning to the palace would probably be to chop off his cat head qaq!