Chapter 133 Sister Xingyue, please
Thursday was incredibly busy.
After dinner, they went their separate ways.
Ji Ling met with her aunt to discuss the court in which to file the lawsuit.
"My uncle hinted to me to file a lawsuit in Haicheng Court."
Ji Zhengfeng shook his head: "Don't listen to him. He and Ji Zhengxing have been fighting for half their lives. He's hoping that Zhengxing Group will be dragged down by public opinion and unable to recover. He filed a lawsuit in City A. Your father is a man who values the group more than his son. Once he receives the court summons, I think he will chat with you privately first and try to persuade you to withdraw the lawsuit to reduce the risk of public opinion."
Ji Ling replied succinctly: "There's no room for negotiation, aunt. If he doesn't get in, there's no place for me in Zhengxing Group."
Ji Zhengfeng nodded, "I'm not afraid of settling it privately. He'll just move your breasts out, but don't you still have me? We can talk publicly or privately, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Ji Ling got a headache when she thought of her grandmother: "No, aunt, I don't want to listen to their nonsense. Let's meet in court and let them talk to my lawyer."
Ji Zhengfeng nodded: "Okay."
Ji Ling sat in front of the computer, preparing to handle the negative information about Liang Xin.
Ji Zhengfeng saw her discussing the price with someone else and asked: "Who are you planning to sell the black material to?"
Ji Ling brushed the hair by her ear and said, "Lu Group Public Relations Department."
Originally, she was not afraid of Liang Xin; he was just a dean.
But when they parted, Gu Xing specifically told her to let the Lu Group expose Liang Xin and use the collated black material in exchange for some hard work fees.
Gu Xing rarely talks nonsense. Ji Ling thought about it on the way back and decided to do just that.
I asked Xingyue for the contact information of the director of the public relations department of Lu Group.
When a couple divorces, the only way they can prove that they are the victim in the marriage and that they have to divorce is to try their best to step on the other party.
Ji Zhengfeng looked at her serious niece and something in her mind moved: "Lingling, Auntie still wants to persuade you to use evidence as a means to force your father to hand over some of his real power. From a long-term perspective, it is not appropriate to send him in now."
The Lu Group is a purely family-owned enterprise, and all shareholders with a say are members of the Lu family.
In order to go public, Zhengxing Group has raised funds in several rounds. At this time, if Ji Zhengxing had gone in, Zhengxing Group would either fall apart or be controlled by the second major shareholder. Ji Ling is young and powerless, and would get nothing.
Ji Ling remained silent and didn't respond to her aunt. She was very annoyed.
The fact of infidelity is right in front of us, but we are still looking for key evidence.
The evidence is right in our hands, but we can't just send Ji Zhengxing in.
Very frustrating.
On the other side, Ruan Xingyue hired a designated driver to help her send Lu Fuchuan to Jianglitianxia to sober up.
Fortunately, this guy only muttered her name when he was drunk.
He probably rarely gets drunk, and his alcohol tolerance is average, so he doesn't seem to have any experience of being drunk. He just keeps shouting that he feels uncomfortable and stretching his neck to ask for water.
The three bedrooms were occupied, and Lu Fuchuan was ruthlessly thrown into the audio-visual room.
Ruan Xingyue found a cup, fed him water several times, and unbuttoned his shirt. He curled up on the sofa, buried in the blanket and fell asleep.
Ruan Xingyue took the tablet and sat on the carpet to handle official business.
Every day when she opens her eyes, she starts to review and approve things. The office software keeps ringing, and many things that do not require her attention are sent to her.
She thought that the company's approval process was too complicated, and she planned to streamline it.
The Lu Group is far ahead in business, but its management is too rigid.
Lu Yiman was also aware of this, but because she didn't want to ask her brother for help, and even more so didn't want to be involved with Liang Xin's team, she reluctantly used it so as not to affect the company's daily work.
Ruan Xingyue took action as soon as she thought of it. She prepared to write a project plan for optimizing office software and handed it to Lu Yiman for review. Once the funds were in place, she would let her younger classmates in the school participate.
Writing a project plan requires the use of a computer. She just stood up and the hem of her shirt was caught on something.
Turning around, he saw Lu Fuchuan's claws, which were half awake.
Ruan Xingyue shook it off: "Let go."
Lu Fuchuan crawled over, his eyes closed, and his forehead was about to rub against her back from a very close distance.
Her back was tense, but he didn't move up to her.
"Can we not leave..."
Judging from the sound, he is still drunk.
When I turned around, I saw that he was clutching his clothes and had fallen asleep again.
Ruan Xingyue put down the tablet and slowly turned around.
The lights in the audio-visual room were dim, and the door was open, letting in a beam of natural light that fell right on the back of Lu Fuchuan's hand, outlining his sharp bone structure.
Every time Ruan Xingyue moved, he held on tighter.
Like a drunk big dog, he wants to cling to people even with his eyes closed.
The veins on his hands were not prominent, but they looked like rivers hidden beneath the thin skin, rising and falling faintly with the slight movement of his fingers, bringing with them a sense of restrained power.
For some unknown reason, Ruan Xingyue raised her hand and covered it.
Lu Fuchuan's hands were a whole circle bigger than hers.
The knuckles are distinct, the nails are neatly trimmed and have a healthy pinkish-white hue, the back of the hand is thin yet powerful, but there is an inappropriate cherry hairband wrapped around the wrist bone.
His eyes followed his wrist upwards, and Lu Fuchuan's sleeping breath was right before his eyes.
The little natural light that came into view covered his face, softening the corners of his usually tightly pursed mouth.
He was probably really drunk, for his brows were not furrowed as they were when he was awake, and his eyelashes drooped, casting a light shadow under his eyes, which made him look rare and obedient.
She squatted beside the sofa and watched for a while, her eyes falling on his unconsciously furrowed brows.
I remembered him saying "Sister Xingyue, please" all the time last night.
It makes people feel inexplicably sad.
When asked why he asked for leave, he refused to say.
Ruan Xingyue smiled helplessly.
He actually didn't hide his love very deeply, and he thought he hid it very well.
Since he was seventeen, he suddenly and violently came into her sight, trying every means to push away all the opposite sex who approached her.
When Yao Yao got into trouble, he was taken away by the police in front of her.
He didn't hesitate to attack the police, and even when he was suppressed by the police, he still crawled to her: "Xingyue, believe me! I don't need anyone else, as long as you believe in me..."
During the year she fell into depression, she read the letters he sent from prison every night, but all she thought about was how to kill him.
At the end of each letter, there is a humble plea - Sister Xingyue, please believe me, I didn’t hurt your best friend, please reply to me, Sister Xingyue, I beg you.
However, Ruan Xingyue did not reply a single word.
Even on the day he was released from prison, she did not show up as promised, but instead planned how to kill him.
She thought he would hate her.
I didn't expect that he still liked me.
Like the moisture coming in spring, it comes silently but has already soaked into the heart.
The smell of alcohol mixed with his fresh scent drifted over, making her nose slightly sour.
She squatted beside the sofa and watched for a long time, looking at his jawline that was no longer tense when he was asleep, and looking at the light shadow cast by his eyelashes under his eyes. Her heart felt like it was being pulled by something and was extremely painful.
Her fingertips gently brushed across his brow bone, so lightly as if afraid to disturb his dream.
Finally, she leaned over and placed a very light kiss on his warm cheek, like a feather falling, fleeting.
Tears fell without warning, hitting his collar and staining a small dark area.
Her voice was choked with sobs, so soft that only she could hear it: "I'm sorry... I didn't believe you during those two years."
She looked at his sleeping eyes, her fingers curled up unconsciously, and she repeated the long-delayed apology in her mind until her throat tightened and she could no longer utter a word.
In the cozy audio-visual room, she lay on the back of Lu Fuchuan's hand and closed her red eyes.
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