She shook her head. "I am responsible for reporting the results. The content..." She paused and emphasized, "That is a private conversation between us. How could I easily reveal it to others?"
I raised my eyebrows imperceptibly and asked a more core question: "So, my visit to you today is the kind of thing that I must report to him, or... can I just leave it unmentioned?"
Her expression suddenly froze for a moment, and then a series of deliberately teasing "chuckles" escaped from her red lips: "You are really defensive. That time in Longting Club, I thought you looked down on those vulgar women, but now it seems," she deliberately dragged out the ending tone, "you are not bold enough. Relax," her eyes lingered on my face for a moment, "I don't have the things you worry about here, no wiretapping, no surveillance. You can speak freely and do whatever you want..."
As soon as she said the words "Do whatever you want", she seemed to realize the ambiguity in them. A sudden blush quickly spread across her cheeks, and shame and regret instantly intertwined in her eyes.
Even though I was dazzled by the beauty of the flowers, I was not at all confused. Since Xu Tong, I had a different understanding and understanding of love between men and women - I couldn't afford to play with these private affairs, nor could I afford to lose them.
I coughed subconsciously and changed the subject calmly: "I was in my office this afternoon and someone interrupted me before I finished speaking. I want to ask, if Yue Mingyuan really treated the bank as an ATM and made a lot of bad debts, how would he end up?"
She blinked, her eyes sharp: "This is the key reason why he has moved his wealth to the county level. How can the regulatory environment there be compared to that of a big city like the provincial capital?"
"More loopholes?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes." She nodded in confirmation. "Besides, he has already laid out the roadmap. Once the bank's non-performing assets touch the regulatory red line, he will sell these bad debt packages to asset management companies at a low price and completely divest them."
I understood clearly: "So, you're using a bargain price to write off the hole you made?"
"That's right," she said firmly, "The complex network of companies under his control are used to play the game of 'shifting the universe'. The ultimate goal is to move the bank's wealth into his own pocket without anyone noticing."
I looked her straight in the eye and asked her the core question: "Since you know his purpose and tactics, why do you still want to be his pawn? With your professional ability and talent, you can completely get rid of him and start a new business."
Her hand holding the wine glass paused slightly in mid-air, and the red wine in the glass swayed gently.
Obviously, my direct question caught her off guard. Her eyes flickered, as if she was quickly weighing the truth and weight of the words.
In the end, she didn't choose to believe me, but raised a smile with a little self-mockery and unusual determination: "Me? A person with no background or foundation. It is a great fortune and blessing to be appreciated and promoted by someone like Mr. Yue. Why should I get rid of him?"
She paused, with a barely perceptible sarcasm in her eyes: "Perhaps you started from too high a point and your path was too smooth, and you don't understand what connections and background mean in our circle - they are almost the determining factor in how far a person can go."
Her words were like needles, piercing my nerves. If a woman acted cute and silly in front of me, I might be able to laugh it off; but if a woman played tricks on me, it would only make her appearance worse, and I would feel disgusted.
I stood up suddenly from my seat, approached her instantly, and with irresistible force, I lifted her chin with my right index finger, staring at her fiercely: "I don't care whether your last name is Jiang or Wang, now you have to listen to me clearly: it's true that I'm afraid of Yue Mingyuan, but I'm not afraid of him either! It's a fight to the death." My voice was deep and sharp, "When I step out of this door in a while, you can repeat my words to Yue Mingyuan word for word. I say, and I do!"
This sudden action was beyond her expectations. The wine glass slipped from her distracted fingers and shattered on the carpet with a "pop!", splashing the wine everywhere. Her pupils shrank, fear and panic intertwined, her lips slightly opened, but she could not make a sound as if she had lost her voice.
I studied the panic that had been hastily piled up on her face with interest, and found that expression boring and unoriginal. I loosened my hand that was clamped on her lower body, but my knuckles slid to the front of her nightgown. I slowly closed the gaps that were originally open, with undisguised sarcasm in my movements. "Don't be so self-indulgent," I sneered, "Not every man is willing to be a hungry ghost begging for mercy under your pomegranate skirt."
After I finished speaking, I turned around resolutely and walked away without looking back, leaving her in the mess and silent fear.
However, once I stepped out of that door, regret flooded my heart like a tide. I didn't mean to pity her, but there was really no need to be so rude to her. After all, she was just a pitiful person who was floating on the water like duckweed in the rain. It was normal for her to be on guard against me.
She returned home with a heavy sense of guilt, and when she looked up, she saw a face that looked exactly like hers - Xiao Min. In an instant, her sense of guilt deepened.
Xiao Min had obviously been waiting for me. Seeing that I looked depressed, she cautiously asked, "Have you eaten outside?"
I shook my head and remained silent.
"I thought you wouldn't come back to eat, so I didn't leave any for you...how about I make you a bowl of shredded pork noodles?" Her voice was so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
I was just about to refuse - I was feeling depressed and my stomach was so stuffy that I had no appetite at all - when my mother came out of the bedroom holding Xixi.
"She's so heavy, and you're still holding her." I unconsciously sounded annoyed, and turned to my daughter and said, "Xixi, come down and walk by yourself, don't let grandma hold you all the time."
Maybe because she was sleepy, or maybe because she was frightened by my sudden harshness, Xixi's mouth pouted and she cried out "wow", and her little face turned red in an instant.
The bedroom door banged open, and father walked out quickly upon hearing the sound. He snatched the crying Xixi from her mother's arms, hugged her tightly, and patted her to comfort her, while scolding me harshly: "You got angry outside, why do you come home and vent your anger on the child!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned back to the room, holding the sobbing Xixi, and slammed the door.
My mother sighed and looked at me: "Let me get you something to eat..."
Xiao Min, who had been standing stiffly in place, stunned by the sudden storm, suddenly came to her senses: "Mom, I'll go." She said in a low voice, turned around hurriedly, and fled into the kitchen.
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