Chapter 57 One After Another Takes the Stage
Cheng Zheng searched around but couldn't find where Xin Que lived.
They had no idea what information Xin Que was using as a disguise, so they were completely clueless when they looked for someone.
Luo Huayi's calf was injured too deeply by the shards, and even after the wound was treated, she dared not walk on that leg.
He was already using crutches and went back to his suite by himself.
I'm mentally exhausted.
I never want to attend any charity galas again.
Since Cheng Zheng couldn't find Xin Que, he had no choice but to have his public relations team remove the trending topic.
The next day, when Luo Huayi and Cheng Zheng met up, both of them had dark circles under their eyes.
But it's okay!
He finally boarded the bus back home and left the resort without incident.
When they arrived, the president and his assistant were all high and mighty, the center of attention. When they left, they were fleeing for their lives, the boss on crutches and the assistant covered in injuries.
Luo Huayi leaned against the car window, feeling that she had completely lost face at the resort.
Cheng Zheng's bruise on his lip hadn't faded yet. He kept his eyes fixed on the steering wheel and drove, his serious demeanor a stark contrast to the bruise, making him look ridiculous.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, silence reigned, a desolate and bleak atmosphere prevailed.
Meanwhile, Xin Que hummed a song, one hand on the steering wheel, having already changed out of his suit.
She rested her arm on the car window frame, wearing a windbreaker, sweatpants, and sneakers, her disguised youthful appearance clean and neat.
Her secondhand car drove through the city, then broke through the dazzling afterglow of the setting sun, heading straight for the star-rated hotel called Plum Garden.
As she got off the bus, Xin Que glanced at her phone and double-checked the name of the private room.
"Song Wangyuan is hosting a banquet for guests at the Plum Garden?" Song Wenxian frowned. "Who would want to associate with him now?"
Sang Xing was also puzzled. The private room that Song Wangyuan had booked was the highest-level banquet room in Meiyuan, so he guessed that the other party was some kind of important person.
But Song Wangyuan has been isolated in the industry for so many years, so logically no one would support a cripple like him...
“Go take a look.” Song Wenxian relaxed his furrowed brows and scoffed, “That good-for-nothing doesn’t know that Plum Garden is my secret property. He probably never imagined that my eyes could reach there.”
He had to crush Song Wangyuan in this position, ensuring that this man who had once always been superior to him would never be able to rise again.
As Xin Que strode into the hotel, many guests turned around in surprise to look at her.
This seems to be the person who's been rumored to be having an affair with the president of Luo's Group lately...
Xin Que didn't care at all and went straight to the private room under the guidance of the waiter.
The young man had his hands in his pockets and walked quickly, but he made almost no sound as he moved.
Anyone who sees her current disguise would only think she is a seemingly harmless young woman with an outgoing personality.
But no one would have guessed that beneath her slightly open-necked windbreaker was a knife strap slung across her shoulders and chest.
Xin Que glanced at her face reflected in the elevator door; it was flawless.
For tonight's trap, she spent a considerable amount of money just on new equipment.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Chen Zheng claimed he had connections and could help her resolve the scandal involving Luo Huayi, but she knew perfectly well that the phone call was at Song Wangyuan's behest.
There are only so many ways to win people's hearts, but the trick of offering help in times of need will never be outdated.
Since the other party saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of his predicament in the public opinion, they must have been considering how to assess Chang Qin's value and loyalty.
No one wants to invest in a project with a negative return.
Having hit rock bottom and desperately needing a chance to fight back, Song Wangyuan would not take this kind of thing lightly.
so……
Xin Que pushed open the door and entered, passing through the tea-tasting room separated by a screen, and gave Chen Zheng, who was in the main seat, a very formulaic smile, "Mr. Chen."
Chen Zheng and the man in a suit standing next to him immediately stood up. "Mr. Chang, this is Manager Ji, the public relations manager."
"Manager Ji, this is my friend and also the client of this case, Mr. Chang Qin."
Xin Que and Manager Ji smiled, shook hands, and nodded to each other before taking their seats.
Xin Que politely declined the menu Chen Zheng offered, her face full of worry and a lack of appetite as she desperately tried to escape public opinion.
Chen Zheng naturally took back the menu and slowly poured Xin Que a cup of hot tea. "Mr. Chang, you can rest assured about the capabilities of Manager Ji's team. He has handled countless public relations cases and is a well-known expert in the industry."
Xin Que relaxed a bit, "Then I'll trouble you, but as for the reward..."
Xin Que was somewhat embarrassed, her hands clasped together awkwardly. "My family is poor, and I might not be able to afford what Manager Ji's team needs..."
Chen Zheng leaned back in his seat, his posture becoming much more relaxed.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips as his gaze fell on the ink-wash screen beside Xin Que, appearing from Xin Que's perspective as if he were watching her.
“Money is not a problem,” Chen Zheng’s attitude was already extremely friendly. “After all, Mr. Chang, you did stand up for me in front of Young Master Song, so this favor…”
The door to the private room behind Xin Que was pushed open by an uninvited guest.
Sang Xing's familiar voice rang out from behind her, "I thought I had misjudged you, but it really is you."
"Hey? Chen Zheng," Sang Xing said maliciously, looking down at Chen Zheng, who was sitting at the head of the round table in front of her, "Why are you sitting in your boss's seat?"
"You also feel humiliated by having a cripple over your head?"
Xin Que didn't turn her head, but simply clasped her hands on her crossed knees.
Song Wenxian couldn't hold back any longer.
Song Wenxian stood beside Sang Xing and coldly surveyed the private room. The bodyguards he had arranged to block the door also looked menacing.
The visitor is not friendly.
Chen Zheng's expression was much calmer than when he was being harassed by Sang Xing at the villa, and it was almost impossible to tell that he was now in a predicament where he was surrounded by enemies.
Song Wenxian's gaze finally settled on Xin Que's back.
Because Xin Que was sitting with her back to the door, Song Wenxian and Sang Xing only saw her back when they came in. In addition, she had changed her clothes, so the two of them did not recognize Chang Qin's identity for a while.
“Sir,” Song Wenxian said, fixing her gaze on Xin Que, who was a guest, and slowly walked to her side with Sang Xing, “you must be someone outside the entertainment industry, right?”
He stared at Chen Zheng, who was seated at the head of the table across the round table, but then spoke to Xin Que beside him, "May I ask why my good-for-nothing brother invited you to Plum Garden?"
Sang Xing followed behind her boss, completely ignoring the guest who had his back to them, and didn't even glance at Xin Que.
Song Wenxian raised his hand, seemingly without much force, but when it landed on Xin Que's shoulder, he actually used some strength. "Wangyuan's mental state has been somewhat affected since he became disabled... Although my parents did not abandon him because he is an adopted son, I am, after all, his older brother. I still want to remind you to be careful in choosing your friends."
Chen Zheng's expression finally changed, and anger gradually emerged from his calm, but he remained seated in the main seat without making any move.
Xin Que remained seated with her legs crossed, leaning back in her chair as Song Wenxian's grip on her shoulder tightened, growing increasingly threatening, as if he were about to crush her shoulder joint.
Xin Que's expression remained unchanged, as if she felt no pain.
After a long pause, she frowned and clicked her tongue.
Just when Chen Zheng thought she was about to take action against Song Wenxian, Xin Que raised her chin towards the screen separating the restaurant and the tea room, "It's no fun with veiled insults. The person in question is right there. Can't we just confront them directly?"
Song Wangyuan, who was gazing out the window from behind the screen, was speechless.
He retracted his assessment of Chang Qin.
This man is just a pure entertainer!
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