The coffee shop was nearly empty; only Qiao Zhen and He Yang were seated by the window.

After Qiao Zhen finished speaking, she lowered her head and took a sip of coffee.

"Zhenzhen, are you talking about that hospital's project?"

He leaned forward, looking very curious. "I asked Ruyi before, and she said that the one in the east of the city was a branch, which was originally given to Ling Yiyi, but Ruyi didn't say how much the project cost."

Looking into He Yang's shining eyes, Qiao Zhen felt a little contemptuous of herself.

This man not only lacks any moral compass, but he also lacks even the most basic emotions.

Now it's certain that he only took a liking to Song Ruyi because she was someone he could live off. Qiao Zhen sighed inwardly; her taste was truly terrible.

"Such a large hospital was originally given to the former company. We are a medical company with renovation experience. Later, it was acquired by President Lu."

At this point, Qiao Zhen bit her lower lip and looked out the window. The surroundings were quiet, with only a few birds occasionally flying by, leaving behind their cries.

"The Lu Group is a leading enterprise in Jiangcheng. If Fuzhou Hospital wants to open a branch here, it will naturally need to find a reliable partner. As you know, if you cooperate with the Lu Group, the project amount will naturally be in the seven figures or higher."

He Yang persisted, "Just tell me the exact amount. I'm also very curious about how much capital Fuzhou Hospital actually has."

Qiao Zhen thought for a moment and said, "I glanced at the contract that Ling Yiyi handed to the design department. It's for 60 million, with a commission of 0.3%. In addition, the company will also give a bonus of 0.2% of the project amount."

"Once the project payment is received and the completion rate is over 75%, the department will reward the person in charge with 0.2% of the received amount, and there will also be a corresponding year-end bonus, at least over 50,000. You can calculate for yourself how much income this project will ultimately generate."

He Yang stared intently at Qiao Zhen, and when Qiao Zhen drank her coffee again, He Yang began to calculate the project's revenue.

Qiao Zhen felt even more contemptuous.

“Zhenzhen, although this is a lot, Song Ruyi gives me money to spend every month when we are together.”

He Yang tapped his index finger lightly on the table, not at all embarrassed. "I really don't care about this little bit of commission."

Qiao Zhen gripped the coffee cup tightly. She had seen shameless men before, but she had never seen one this shameless.

"If it works out, we'll split the profits 50/50."

Qiao Zhen stood up, not wanting to continue talking to him. "I told you, this is only part of it. There are also some other rewards that are quite substantial. He Yang, your family isn't well-off. If I remember correctly, your mother is still a cashier at a supermarket. With this money, your parents can have an easier time."

As Qiao Zhen finished speaking and was about to leave, He Yang grabbed her arm from behind. "Okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll go back and tell Song Ruyi about this, but it might not be good for you to get involved."

Qiao Zhen's gaze fell on his hands, the hand that was pinching her arm was still rubbing it. Qiao Zhen struggled a few times, but He Yang pulled her in front of him. His face was also very handsome, but now Qiao Zhen found him more disgusting.

"Let go, we're partners, don't think about anything else."

Qiao Zhen pushed his hand away and patted her clothes hard, looking very disgusted.

"Also, Song Ruyi will never give you the project. Of course, if I don't step in, you can forget about giving the project to anyone else. If you want to make money, there has to be risk. Do you expect to get something for nothing?"

As Qiao Zhen straightened her clothes and was about to leave again, He Yang reached out his hand, "Zhenzhen."

Before she could finish speaking, a figure flashed by, and Qiao Zhen lost her footing, instantly falling into a familiar embrace. Looking up, she saw Lu Zheng standing there, staring at her with a dark expression.

"You're really something, aren't you? You've already broken up, and you're still acting like you can't forget me?"

When Qiao Zhen saw Lu Zheng, she immediately thought of Shen Yan, whom she had seen that morning, and she wanted to break free.

In desperation, He Yang shouted, "Let go of Zhenzhen!"

Just as He Yang was about to come over, Lu Zheng kicked him hard in the chest. He Yang cried out and fell to the ground, hitting the corner of the table. He clutched his stomach and didn't get up for a long time.

Qiao Zhen was afraid something had happened to him, so she stepped forward to help He Yang up, asking, "Are you alright?"

Unexpectedly, she was lifted into the air, and Lu Zheng held her tightly in his arms.

Lu Zheng's face was dark, as if he had swallowed gunpowder. "You're near the company, are you trying to rekindle your old flame?"

Qiao Zhen was pale and pushed Lu Zheng, "Put me down. You have no idea. Don't talk nonsense."

She just didn't want Ling Yiyi to be so arrogant; there was no rekindling of their old flame at all.

"Qiao Zhen."

Seeing that she was resisting him, Lu Zheng was furious and turned to leave with Qiao Zhen in his arms.

"Put me down, please put me down."

Qiao Zhen's face was pale. She didn't want everyone to see that she was being carried by Lu Zheng, and she didn't want to cause him any trouble. "Mr. Lu, please put me down. I can walk by myself."

Lu Zheng's face darkened as he carried her into his Maybach.

Qiao Zhen tried to get out of the car, but Lu Zheng grabbed her shoulders tightly and pressed her down onto the seat. "Don't move, or I won't hesitate to do it to you right here."

Qiao Zhen's heart raced as she watched Lu Zheng's dark pupils flicker slightly, his entire body radiating a dangerous aura.

She stopped struggling and stopped arguing about getting out of the car, and sat quietly in the passenger seat.

Lu Zheng reached out and fastened her seatbelt. With a bang, the car door closed.

The car roared off, and Qiao Zhen gripped the seatbelt, feeling uncomfortable. It was the same experience yesterday, less than twelve hours later, and it happened again.

The door to the upscale hotel room was suddenly pushed open by Lu Zheng. Before she could speak, he pinned her against the wall, his chest pressing against her. "Do you want to rekindle your old flame with him?"

Her wrist was being squeezed painfully, and Qiao Zhen's small face scrunched up. "Let me go."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Lu Zheng lowered his head and bit her lip.

The biting between their lips and teeth caused Qiao Zhen's face to turn from white to green and then to red.

No matter how insane Lu Zheng was, Qiao Zhen didn't mind his skills in bed.

So the kiss eventually turned into a frenzy on the bed. Qiao Zhen wanted to push him away, but she was powerless and could only let him do as he pleased.

I thought I had escaped a disaster last night, but as soon as I drew the curtains in broad daylight, night fell again.

As evening fell, Qiao Zhen walked wearily out of the room. Lu Zheng looked at her, refreshed. "So it was because of that project. Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Qiao Zhen rolled her eyes. "Did you even give me a chance to speak?"

Lu Zheng recalled carefully, a smile on his face, "Indeed, it seems we still need to be this direct in the future."

He leaned close to Qiao Zhen's ear and said, "I've noticed that you like this kind of violence. Look at what happened just now, you were more excited than me."

Qiao Zhen's ears turned bright red, and she pushed Lu Zheng away, saying, "You're talking nonsense."