A week passed in a flash, and Zhu Yuanqing had already understood the daily routine.
He opened the door holding the documents and sorted them on the table as usual. The back of his hand felt warm, and the temperature of another person came from above.
He looked up and saw a document fall from his palm.
"The document is about to be dropped." Mu Honghui indicated.
"Thank you." Zhu Yuanqing picked up the document and put it away.
The office became quiet again. Mu Honghui looked at the document in front of him, but couldn't bear to read it.
Money, power, sex...
The wheelchair behind him reminded him again and again that the principles he had followed for many years in dealing with people were also drawing a red line for him, warning him not to do anything that would embarrass others and himself...
However, his eyes fell on Zhu Yuanqing beside him, and he heard his own heartbeat gradually accelerating.
Coincidentally, Zhu Yuanqing looked up, and a beam of sunlight came through the window and fell on half of his body, making him exude a strong warmth.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Mu Honghui shook his head. He was trapped in the gap between the wall and the floor-to-ceiling window, with a thick veil covering his body.
How can he give up this?
While he was struggling internally, the phone on the table waiting for news flashed. Mu Honghui opened a new document and his face became colder and colder.
Detailed information is followed by photos with the people in them clearly visible.
A handsome man appeared in different bars and dinner parties. The people around him were almost never the same, and his social distance with some of them clearly exceeded the limit of friends.
Then there was the content of Xu Mo pursuing Xiang Yang, a full seven pages, a full five years...
The still young student stood among the crowd, isolated and helpless, half of his face covered in shadow, and the mockery and contempt on the faces of the people around him were particularly glaring.
Mu Honghui's fingertips passed over the man and he could no longer look at the photos that followed.
Xiangyang...
He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say anything.
Zhu Yuanqing paid attention to the time. The clock hands were about to point to 12 o'clock, reminding Mu Honghui to prepare for the meeting.
Zhu Yuanqing pushed Mu Honghui to the meeting room. When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man with a flattering smile.
The middle-aged man was a bit wealthy and had an approachable smile, but the first time Mu Honghui saw him, the emotion in his eyes turned cold.
Someone from the Fang family.
Zhu Yuanqing was neither humble nor overbearing, and greeted each of his partners: "Mr. Fang, I've heard a lot about you."
Fang Mao hadn't taken his eyes off Zhu Yuanqing since he pushed the door open. He stared intently at the pair of eyes that looked so similar to his own when he was young, and was filled with astonishment.
Looks like, so much like...
He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't react until Zhu Yuanqing reached out his hand.
Mu Honghui did not miss the earnest look in Fang Mao's eyes as he looked at Zhu Yuanqing. It was almost the same as the look in his own son. His brows furrowed.
"Mr. Fang, if you have something you want to discuss with Assistant Xu, you can do it privately. We all have limited time, so it's better not to waste it."
Fang Mao regained consciousness, forced his gaze away from Zhu Yuanqing, and quickly shook his hand. He said sheepishly, "I'm sorry. I just saw Assistant Xu's friendly face and couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."
Zhu Yuanqing nodded in understanding: "Then let's get started."
The cooperation project to be discussed this time is related to the development of live broadcast software. The two parties have already had exchanges before. Among the many partners, the Mu family prefers Wanchuan of the Fang family. Logically speaking, formal cooperation is a foregone conclusion.
At the conference table, Fang Mao wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. When he heard Mu Honghui raise another difficult question, he suddenly felt uneasy: "Mr. Mu, we are currently developing this part and expect it to be operational within half a month."
Mu Honghui's lips curved slightly, a gentle smile on his face, and he said sympathetically, "Of course."
Before Fang Mao could relax, he pushed his glasses and said, "Then let's move on to the next question..."
Fang Mao cursed in his heart.
After the meeting, Zhu Yuanqing saw that Fang Mao had to add water to his cup twice. He was about to have a heart attack and secretly gave Mu Honghui a thumbs up.
During this time, Mu Honghui occasionally asked Zhu Yuanqing for his opinion. Zhu Yuanqing had a friendly expression and, under Fang Mao's hopeful gaze, smiled and continued to ask Mu Honghui's questions.
After the matter was over, Fang Mao covered his chest and saw Zhu Yuanqing about to leave. He hurriedly said, "Assistant Xu is young and promising. Do you have time to have a simple meal with us?"
Zhu Yuanqing smiled and said, "It's my honor."
Mu Honghui looked at the two of them and said, "You two shouldn't mind adding me, right?"
Fang Mao was somewhat surprised and flattered, and in his mind he elevated Assistant Xu's status even higher.
Many people have tried to invite Mu Honghui, but none have been able to do so. This is a rare opportunity. Fang Mao was excited and laughed out loud: "Yes, of course."
Assistant Xu will not run away. He can ask about his doubts next time. If he misses such a good opportunity to build closer relations, it will be gone.
At the dinner, Mu Honghui kept his eye on Zhu Yuanqing. He was very good at socializing and talking, and he made Fang Mao smile all the time.
He picked up the wine on the table, the cold liquid went straight into his stomach, and a bitter taste spread across his tongue.
Seeing someone's glass of wine almost empty, Zhu Yuanqing reached out and stopped Mu Honghui's glass, which was about to be filled, and whispered, "This wine is quite strong, so you should drink less."
Mu Honghui's legs are injured, so it's better for him to drink less.
The warmth from his fingertips faded away as soon as it touched him. Mu Honghui's slightly long eyelashes trembled, and he let go of the wine glass in his hand.
Seeing this, Fang Mao's smile deepened.
With the help of the system, Zhu Yuanqing took out a hair, swept it to the side closer to Fang Mao, and used the excuse of going to the bathroom.
After coming back, he took a look at the clean table and pushed a piece of tiramisu towards Mu Honghui.
"Try?"
Mu Honghui picked up the fork and tasted the sweet and bitter chocolate.
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