Uncle Zhuang sincerely considered her feelings, saying, "You've just returned from a long journey, so please rest well and adjust to the time difference. There's no need to rush to meet."
Gao Xian Yue didn't insist and handed him the gift box.
"Then please have Uncle Zhuang deliver this to Brother Yanzhi for me."
The red wine sealed in the box was 1855 LERoY. As a wine collector, Xu Yanzhi was naturally not stingy, and Gao Xianyue went to great lengths to buy the best vintage for him as a gift.
The assistant next to her handed Uncle Zhuang an orange gift box. Gao Xian Yue smiled and said, "This is for you. Winter is coming soon, so please keep warm, Uncle Zhuang."
She was incredibly thoughtful in her gift-giving; whenever she brought something for Xu Yan, she would never forget him. For the past two years, she had sent him gifts and blessings right on time for his birthday.
Uncle Zhuang replied with a smile, "I shall respectfully comply."
"If I may ask one more question, why didn't Miss Xianyue come back with the chairman?"
"Uncle Xu has several meetings to attend."
Gao Xianyue's voice was somewhat playful, "And I always feel like I can't breathe in front of him. Don't you think he talks to people like he's interrogating them?"
Uncle Zhuang shook his head and chuckled.
Indeed, this is why the father and son had a falling out after just a few words; the father clearly doesn't know how to care for his son.
"Most importantly, I received an invitation from the Kyushu Theater's band, so I have to come back early to report for duty."
As soon as she stepped out of the airport, the car she had called in advance was already waiting for her. Her assistant had already opened the door for her. Gao Xianyue waved her phone at him and said, "I'll leave the luggage to Uncle Zhuang. I'll be going now."
Uncle Zhuang said, "How about I take you there instead—"
Gao Xian Yue turned around and smiled at him, her smile gentle and captivating.
"Uncle Zhuang, don't worry about me. I know Kyushu better than you do."
**
When Uncle Zhuang put his luggage in Gao Xianyue's apartment and returned to Songhe Building, Xu Yanzhi had already finished his morning meeting.
The vice presidents of Songhe Medical were used to his inscrutable nature and gradually figured out how to deal with this young master.
But he was frowning at the meeting today, clearly somewhat distracted.
The vice presidents looked at each other, wondering what had happened and what they had done that displeased the young master.
Uncle Zhuang pushed open the office door, and Xu Yanzhi was standing by the window looking at the Chunjiang River not far away.
Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of his over 100-square-meter office, he has a panoramic view of the river, with cruise ships gliding past him.
He took off his tie, looking much more relaxed than during the meeting, and was rubbing his phone with his head down.
Uncle Zhuang said, "I have already picked up Miss Crescent Moon."
Xu Yanzhi hummed in response, but his mind was elsewhere.
Uncle Zhuang said after careful consideration, "The approval process and the documents that need to be signed arrived at your place three days ago. A press conference is about to be held, and the chairman is asking about it."
For major restructuring of the group, the signatures of all shareholders and executive directors are generally required.
Everyone else's applications have been approved, but all the procedures have been put on hold for Xu Yanzhi.
Xu Yanzhi curled his lips into a smile, but the shape was hard to call a smile.
"I understand. If he asks again, just say you won't interfere with his plans."
A sense of unease settled over the office. Uncle Zhuang's gaze lingered on him, somewhat puzzled as to the source of his agitation.
Xu Yanzhi then said thoughtfully, "If someone in your family hurts their leg, shouldn't we call and ask about it out of courtesy and reason?"
The sky outside the window was a vibrant blend of bright blue and deep blue, and the intense sunlight danced in his unfathomable eyes.
The man didn't seem to be asking for his answer, but he insisted on asking anyway.
Uncle Zhuang, being an experienced man himself, almost laughed, but ultimately dared not, and went along with what he said.
"Of course, as the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, so we should try our best to provide some help to the other party."
It's just a bruise on the knee; it shouldn't have led to serious injury.
But this undoubtedly gave Xu Yanzhi an excellent excuse, so he lit a cigarette and made the call.
When Meng Jiuyi received the call, he was wearing a hat and sitting in a coffee shop.
Not far away, the Kyushu Theater stood like a snow-capped mountain breaking through the ice. A taxi stopped in front of the theater, and Gao Xianyue got out of the car. A special person came to pick them up, and after they hugged each other, they went up the steps.
She's taller and thinner, and her demeanor is even more ethereal than before.
The brim of her hat obscured most of Meng Jiuyi's face; her eyes were beautiful but cold, devoid of emotion.
The caller ID didn't indicate who it was. After Meng Jiuyi answered, he first heard the metallic sound of a lighter pushing open a thick cap.
Does your leg still hurt?
The man's voice was deep, resonant, and magnetic. She recognized who it was, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.
"Mr. Xu?"
"Um?"
How did you get my phone number?
A soft laugh came through the receiver, casual yet gentlemanly and gentle.
"If you want to know, there are always various channels."
His words weren't an implication, but merely a statement, and even his tone was very indifferent.
Meng Jiuyi's heart tightened, like a fruit hanging on a tree, about to fall but not quite.
Xu Yanzhi didn't linger on it for long, exhaling a puff of smoke.
How is your knee?
"He's almost fully recovered."
Meng Jiuyi lowered her head and spoke softly, the sunlight shining intensely on the back of her neck.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Xu."
"Mr. Xu?"
He picked up where she left off, and smiled with a slight frown.
"That sounds like an old pedantic scholar buried in his studies, only knowing how to punish others. Can we use a different term?"
Meng Jiuyi was taken aback.
"Change what?"
He paused for a moment, and their breaths mingled through that invisible thread. Xu Yan asked meaningfully.
What did you call me years ago?
Call him Senior Brother Xu.
But this claim sounded dubious; she had never been admitted to Zhihua University, only to the obscure teachers' college next door, which was completely unrelated to her.
Before, I was arrogant and ignorant; now that I understand the vast difference between heaven and earth, I can't bring myself to say it anymore.
She doesn't ask, and Xu Yanzhi won't force her.
Are you free tomorrow?
He actually wanted to ask about tonight, but the words were sensitive and abrupt.
Meng Jiuyi picked at the bumps and dents on the glass, then finally lowered his eyes.
"I have something to do."
"the day after tomorrow."
"There are other arrangements."
Xu Yanzhi, with a cigarette between his fingers, chuckled lightly, "Miss Meng, when do you plan to tell me the details of what happened that night?"
The man opposite had a deep voice, and his eyes involuntarily came to mind.
With a "thud," the teetering fruit landed on Meng Jiuyi's heart, sending shivers of numbness through her chest, followed by an endless emptiness.
Courage doesn't grow; instead, it's worn away and disappears with time.
Meng Jiuyi, who dared to switch earphones and intercept bicycles, disappeared forever at the age of nineteen. The pressures of society and the towering peaks created by the disparity in social status had long since taught her a lesson.
What does it mean to be a good match in terms of social and economic status?
“Mr. Xu, you are a busy man, it is neither appropriate nor necessary for you to take such a trivial matter to heart.”
Xu Yanzhi held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke obscuring his expression.
Why would you consider it a trivial matter to me?
"Whether it's a small matter or a big matter."
Meng Jiuyi said softly, "Tan Sheng will be back from his business trip tonight, and he's waiting for me."
Shouldn't we praise her intelligence? She should have kept her words brief, but she had to choose words like "tonight."
What are you going to do when you come back at night?
Memories of that night on the cruise ship flooded back—she got into his car, bearing the marks left by another man.
It turns out that even soft whispers can be deadly, turning into an invisible hand that grips his throat. Xu Yanzhi didn't speak, his phone pressed against his face as he stared intently into the distance.
The cigarette burned out, and I was unaware of the burns on my fingers.
**
At Qingshan Private Hospital, half a floor was dedicated to serving Tan Yue alone.
When his subordinates came to report to him, he was lying paralyzed in the ward. Although he had broken his leg, it did not stop him from having women on both sides.
"Brother Yue, we've checked the surveillance footage from the surrounding area, several hundred meters away. Can you tell if it's her?"
Tan Yue took the tablet, and on the screen was Meng Jiuyi's face.
Even though it was just a side profile, Tan Yue would still recognize her even if she were burned to ashes.
He clenched his jaw, his eyes revealing a ferocious look.
Seeing his expression, the subordinate said, "This woman's name is Meng Jiuyi, and she's an illegitimate child of the Meng family—"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Jiang Zhou arrived alone, which was quite different from Tan Yue's large group of people; he had essentially entered a tiger's den.
Tan Yue said, "Brother Jiang, why did you think of my place? Come on, have a seat."
Jiang Zhou didn't sit down, nor did he even drink any water.
"The Third Young Master has something he wants me to give you."
"oh."
Jiang Zhou gestured out the window, and a red Lamborghini slowly came to a stop in the empty parking lot. The driver got out of the car, which was exactly the same as the one Tan Yue had crashed that night.
Tan Yue scoffed, "One car and you—"
Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang rang out, and the red Ferrari outside the window burst into flames.
The raging flames engulfed half the sky, and the group, who had been faking it, were now completely stunned.
Tan Yue's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "What does Tan Yuchen mean?"
"That was just a funny magic trick."
Jiang Zhou had a car key outstretched in his hand.
The Ferrari 250 GTO is more than three times more expensive than the car Tan Yue wrecked.
Although Tan Yuehao is wealthy, most of his funds are with his father, so it's impossible for him to have hundreds of millions of yuan at once.
"The Third Young Master says you can choose whichever one you like."
Jiang Zhou said, "But his people are not to be touched by others."
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