Transmigrated as the Male Lead's Ex-Wife

Ye Qingning transmigrated into a melodramatic, unfinished CEO romance novel, becoming the slag ex-wife of the male lead whose tragic end was a result of her actions. To survive, she embarked on a p...

Chapter 636 Extra - No Need for Chairman Ye to Worry

Chapter 636 Extra - No Need for Chairman Ye to Worry

Chen Song smiled and said, "I'll think about it some more."

Chen Ci frowned slightly: "What are you considering? Isn't it suitable in every way? Buy it!"

Chen Song clicked his tongue: "It's a deal worth several million, you have to give me some time to think about it, right?"

Chen Ci tapped his fingertips lightly: "Five minutes, is that enough?"

Chen Song: "Hmm?"

Chen Ci glanced at his watch: "You need to hurry, she sprained her ankle, we can't miss the best time for treatment."

Chen Song: "..."

He leaned closer to Chen Ci and whispered in his ear, "So my multi-million dollar house isn't as important as the girl across the street spraining her ankle? Do you even know her? How can you be so obsessed?"

Chen Ci continued staring at his watch: "This is not something you should be worrying about."

Chen Song: "...Okay, I'll sign."

Chen Ci pushed the contract towards him: "Sign it."

"Mr. Chen, you can think about it, it's okay..." Fang Tong said when he saw that Chen Song was unwilling.

Chen Song waved his hand: "I won't consider it. If there are any problems later, Chen Ci will compensate me in full."

Fang Tong looked at Chen Ci, who raised an eyebrow: "Don't listen to his nonsense, just get the paperwork done for him. This house meets all his requirements."

Fang Tong nodded and began to process the remaining formalities for Chen Song.

When the receptionist saw that Fang Tong had signed the order, she took the initiative to run errands, taking Chen Song to the finance department to get the contract stamped and so on.

Chen Song, following behind her, asked curiously, "You and Fang Tong are quite close, so why are you so eager to help her?"

"She has a leg problem, otherwise she wouldn't need me, right?" the receptionist said happily.

"You seem very happy that she closed a deal? Do you get a commission from that too?"

The receptionist just smiled and said, "I'm also part of the Yaju community. We help each other and make progress together."

Chen and Song nodded.

It seems that opinions on Fang Tong from this elegant residence are somewhat polarized.

Old Chen's previous evaluation of Fang Tong seemed to be quite positive.

Be proactive, dedicated, and responsible.

A slight smile played on his lips; something was amiss.

More than half an hour later, after completing the formalities, Chen Song followed the receptionist back to the negotiation area.

Seeing him return, Chen Ci immediately stood up: "Finished? Let's go then."

Chen Song nodded: "Yes."

Chen Ci walked directly to Fang Tong's side: "Come back to the hospital with me? Hmm?"

Although the man phrased it as a question, there was no doubt that his attitude was very firm.

The receptionist also chimed in, "Go back and rest, Sister Fang Tong. Old Chen isn't coming today anyway."

Her feet were starting to swell, and if she didn't leave with Chen Ci now, she would be troubling others all afternoon.

"Okay, I'll go ask for leave first."

"Are you going back?" Ye Zhiyuan came out from behind at this moment: "No need to ask for leave, I approve it."

"Thank you, Chairman Ye," Fang Tong said.

Ye Zhiyuan exchanged a few more pleasantries with Chen Song, then walked over to Fang Tong and said, "I'll see you off."

Ignored, Chen Ci smiled and grabbed Fang Tong's wrist, then bent down and picked her up again: "No need for Chairman Ye to worry, I can do it."

Ye Zhiyuan frowned, but remembering that Fang Tong had said she and this person were friends, he couldn't say anything more.

I can only blame myself for being too slow and lacking courage.

Otherwise, I should have hugged her this morning...

He could only stand there and watch Chen Ci leave with Fang Tong in his arms.

...

Chen Song drove, and Chen Ci settled Fang Tong in the back seat. He then took a bottle of Coke from the car's mini-fridge, wrapped it in a towel, and returned to the car. He lifted Fang Tong's foot to apply a cold compress.

Chen Song gave him a meaningful look, then obediently started the car: "Where to? The hospital?"

"Hmm." Chen Ci nodded. "The hospital."

Chen Song: "Alright, you're the boss."