"Han Zimo, if you have any guts, don't come to beg me! Are you a coward? You don't even have the courage to talk to me? You only dare to grin at Jin Xuan?" Song Jiao's face was covered with dark clouds. If she were in the hospital at this moment, she would probably make this male protagonist disappear forever without hesitation.
On the other end of the phone, after a suffocating silence, a busy tone was heard.
"Jinxuan, block this guy completely!" Song Jiao's words were like a sharp sword. She paused for a moment and added, "Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you. But don't answer his calls in front of me in the future. Otherwise, if I get angry, I might rush to the hospital to deal with him."
Tang Jinxuan nodded vigorously, "Mom, I understand!"
"Okay, let's not talk about that unlucky person, let's eat!" At this moment, Song Jiao just wanted to immerse herself in the ocean of delicious food and forget all her worries.
After dinner, she took Tang Jinxuan to the two-dimensional mall to pick out her favorite gay comics.
On days like this, I am busy with work during the day and share the world of the second dimension with my daughter at night. It is simply bliss on earth.
However, why let Han Zimo, a despicable man, destroy this harmony?
Han Zimo was finally discharged from the hospital, but the cost of his discharge was borrowed by Gu Qingcheng from the rich second generation in a humble manner.
This incident was like a thorn that pierced deep into his self-esteem.
The relationship between the two deteriorated rapidly, with a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every two days.
Even for small matters like setting up a stall, Gu Qingcheng no longer let Han Zimo interfere.
With her outstanding appearance, her business is becoming more and more prosperous.
At first, Han Zimo just complained that Gu Qingcheng came home too late every day.
But as time went on, he found that Gu Qingcheng had more and more luxury goods, and his inner uneasiness grew like weeds.
Finally, on a stormy night, the quarrel between the two reached its climax.
Han Zimo threw all the bags and clothes on her body onto the ground. "Gu Qingcheng, are you so shameless? Do you really like to accept charity from others?"
A trace of fatigue flashed across Gu Qingcheng's eyes. She looked at the man she once loved deeply, her tone filled with disappointment. "Han Zimo, ask yourself, from the time you were discharged from the hospital until now, have you relied on me for everything you eat and use? You keep saying that you love me and want to protect me, but what's the reality? If it weren't for me holding this family together, it would have collapsed long ago! Do you think those people's favors are so easy to take? If it weren't for this family, why would I have to beg them so humbly?"
Han Zimo's expression instantly turned ugly. He glared and roared, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I'm incompetent and can only rely on you for support? Gu Qingcheng, how can you be so cruel? I know you look down on me, but you don't have to insult me like this, right?"
Gu Qingcheng sneered, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes: "Han Zimo, don't you understand yet? I don't look down on you, I hate you for not living up to your expectations! Do you think I want to accept those people's benefits? Do you think I want to live by their faces every day? But if I don't do this, how can this family survive? Tell me!"
Han Zimo's face turned pale and blue. He glared at Gu Qingcheng and said with gritted teeth, "You did this just to embarrass me and make me feel worthless! Gu Qingcheng, you succeeded. You made me feel like a piece of crap!"
Gu Qingcheng's heart was completely cold. She looked at the unreasonable man in front of her and felt a wave of fatigue surge in her heart.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself: "Han Zimo, think whatever you want. If you think I am deliberately humiliating you, then so be it. I'm tired and don't want to argue with you anymore." After that, she turned and walked into the bedroom, leaving Han Zimo alone standing in the living room, his face full of anger and unwillingness.
The next day, sunlight shone through the glass windows of the vice president's office of Han Group onto Song Jiao's busy figure.
She had just had breakfast and was now concentrating on following the progress of the project.
Although Han Zimo is an absolute scumbag in love, his abilities in the business field cannot be underestimated.
The operations in all aspects seemed quite perfect, which made Song Jiao sigh: When God closes a window for the domineering president, he will indeed open a door for him.
At that moment, the assistant knocked gently on the door and walked in with a look of embarrassment. "Madam, Han... Han Zimo is at the front desk. He wants to see you." The assistant's voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously troubled by the arrival of this uninvited guest.
Song Jiao frowned slightly. She had clearly instructed the front desk not to let Han Zimo come up without permission.
However, she still put down the pen in her hand, gently closed the contract, and said lightly: "Let him come up!"
After a while, Han Zimo stepped into the office.
He looked at Song Jiao and a hint of imperceptible jealousy flashed in his eyes.
He walked up to Song Jiao and said straight to the point, "Mr. Wen, my reason for coming to see you today is very simple. Over the years, I have made a lot of money for the Han Group. Even if I have no credit, I have worked hard. You should give me some benefits, more or less."
Song Jiao suddenly looked up and shot a sharp look at Han Zimo like a knife.
She sneered and said, "According to your calculation, when I gave birth to you, shouldn't you also calculate for me the expenses I've spent raising you over the years? And the money you've spent as the CEO of Han Corporation over the years?"
Han Zimo obviously didn't expect Song Jiao to refute him like this. He was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "Mr. Wen, do you really have to do this?"
"Why do I have to do this?" Song Jiao asked back, "Isn't it you who has to do this? Doesn't all these years of training of mine count? Were you born this big? And everything you did for Han was just to repay her for giving birth to you." As she spoke, she supported her chin with both hands and laughed particularly wantonly and ostentatiously.
Han Zimo's expression instantly darkened. He glared at Song Jiao, his eyes gleaming with anger and resentment. He had always held himself in high regard, believing himself not only a capable businessman but also a filial son. Yet, at this moment, Song Jiao's words stabbed into his heart like a sharp knife, leaving him feeling an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
"You...what do you mean by that?" Han Zimo asked in a trembling voice. He tried his best to remain calm, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner anger.
Song Jiao glanced at him with disdain, her tone full of sarcasm: "Isn't what I mean clear enough? How much contribution do you think you have made to the Han Group? How much money do you think you have made? Those are just opportunities I gave you. Without me, you are nothing!"
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