Chapter 45 My Wife Finds Me a Backer: Is President Wen now into living off women? ...
What kind of man?
Zhu Qingzhi immediately turned her face back.
Wen Qi's gaze fell on the side of her neck, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and there were even subtle wrinkles between his brows.
Why is it that he asked the question, and now he doesn't even dare to look at her? She felt that Wen Qi was a little off: "I don't know him, it was Xiao Tang who called me, you..."
The last sentence stuck in her throat, neither coming out nor leaving her lips, when she suddenly bent down and crawled out of Wen Qi's arms. What difference was there between Wen Qi's question and her interrogation? If he was sick, it was because she had infected him.
"Um, I, well, could you move aside?" She was clearly flustered, her mind suddenly clearing up. A belated wave of embarrassment washed over her, making her feel suffocated and hot, and all she wanted to do was run away.
Wen Qi didn't argue. He pressed down on the door and opened it for her. Zhu Qingzhi couldn't wait any longer and slipped out through the crack in the door.
The delicate, shimmering light of the glass lamps adorned the scene of extravagant luxury.
Light music also adorns the bustling world of fame and fortune.
Xiao Zhou was waving at her with his head held high. She calmed herself down and, after confirming that no one had noticed her unusual behavior, took a few steps forward.
For some unknown reason, perhaps due to the lingering effects of alcohol, or perhaps stimulated by the lively conversations of men and women in the world of fame and fortune, she inexplicably turned around and glanced at them.
A grand, gilded gate forcefully divided the two worlds, as if everything that had just happened was a dream. This side, shimmering with light, was dazzling, magnificent, and packed with people.
Wen Qi stood alone on that side, lonely and anonymous. But this shouldn't be happening. His life was glamorous and successful; should it be shrouded in darkness just because of her involvement?
Her heart tightened suddenly, and she turned around and pushed open that heavy door once again.
At this moment, Wen Qi was leaning against the wall with his elbows on the wall, his fingers pressing on his temples, and he was on the phone: "Continue to revise the plan, I'll be back in a bit."
Xiao Ao was on speakerphone on the other end of the line. Several people in the office were working overtime to revise the proposal. He was revising the proposal, looking somewhat conflicted: "President Wen, the group has an overseas project that needs your approval."
This project in Haicheng involved the interests of local leading enterprises. Wen Qi found a middleman and negotiated with various parties, and things have just started to turn around.
After days of drinking parties and welcoming and seeing off guests, the interpersonal relationships in Haicheng have become so complicated that it's beyond words. The project has been suspended, and not only is it losing money every day, but the people below are also starting to have their own thoughts.
President Wen has indeed been under a lot of pressure these past few days, but the group is really pushing him hard, so Xiao Ao can't do anything about it. However, he still added, "Assistant President Yang is also coordinating and following up on the matter."
Wen Qi let out a long sigh, pressed himself against the wall to straighten up, and caught a glimpse of Zhu Qingzhi out of the corner of his eye.
What happened? Or is the banquet about to end? He glanced at the clock subconsciously; it was 9:12.
Distracted, a snowflake landed on the corner of her lips, light and fleeting. Her figure vanished from her sight in an instant.
In an instant, the buzzing in my ears drowned out the phone call, and everything in sight was a blurry double image. The narrow corridor seemed to be spinning, as if it desperately wanted to break down the gilded door and go to another world.
He instinctively tried to open the door, but then let go the next second.
The snowflakes melted away, leaving nothing behind, yet they caught him completely off guard. His heart pounded in his chest, his body temperature soared, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation washed over him. His mind went blank; he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
He irritably unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his collar, and saw a lipstick stain on his shoulder—her lost crystal shoe.
This is not a dream.
"Mr. Wen, are you still there?" Xiao Ao's voice on the other end of the intercom sounded noticeably weak.
Wen Qi let out a heavy sigh: "Okay, I understand."
Zhu Qingzhi, the culprit, was much calmer than Wen Qi. During a break in the party, she even sent Zhu Liangli a voice message with a tilde: "Uncle~ Uncle~"
Zhu Qingzhi, when she deliberately acts coquettish and affected, makes everyone uncomfortable, itchy joints, and makes you want to beat her up. But Zhu Liangli is the only one immune to this: [Speak plainly.]
Are you busy lately?
[?] [Need sales targets? Have your aunt buy three more sets.]
...Is she really that materialistic?
No. Wen Qi seems to be in some trouble in Haicheng. Could you help him out?
Zhu Liangli unusually didn't reply immediately, deleting and typing repeatedly, which made Zhu Qingzhi extremely anxious.
Xiao Zhou carefully straightened her shawl, but her hands paused slightly as she wondered what was wrong. She remembered that Zhu Qingzhi hadn't brought her shawl when she went to the bathroom; she couldn't possibly be mistaken about such a small detail.
Perhaps Zhu Qingzhi asked a waiter to take it over? A waiter did indeed pass by just now, so she didn't dwell on it anymore: "Sister, we're about to leave."
Zhu Liangli's reply hadn't appeared yet, so Zhu Qingzhi had no choice but to put her phone away.
At 9:45, she changed into her everyday clothes and left through the emergency exit.
Winter in Haicheng is different from that in Beijing. It's damp and cold, like shards of ice injected into your veins, freezing you from the inside out, leaving no pore untouched.
The wind was biting cold, and even though Zhu Qingzhi was wrapped in a thick down jacket, she still grimaced from the wind.
There were several fan groups outside the hotel, and she immediately spotted the largest one – it was her Rose.
"Sis, I've sent out all the hand warmers and stuff you asked me to." Xiao Zhou sneezed a few times from the cold. "Xiao Li's car is here, let's get in."
Zhu Qingzhi paused for a moment, then bent down and slipped through the cordon. She was so fast that Xiao Zhou and the security guards didn't even have time to stop her before they saw her jog over and take a five-shot photo with the fans.
"Thank you everyone, go home now. Be careful not to catch a cold." She quickly stuffed the chocolate she had in her pocket to prevent low blood sugar, as well as the candy she had taken from the party, into the hands of the fans, and then disappeared back inside.
Xiao Zhou tried to grab her hand, but it remained suspended in mid-air, leaving her speechless. She finally understood how Dani felt; this woman really did things unpredictably!
Once in the car, Zhu Liangli's reply finally popped up: 【So she's been taken down already?】
Six words were not enough to express his feelings, but the cooldown time was enough, and Zhu Qingzhi sensed it.
In fact, she learned many of her habits from Zhu Liangli. The two of them never interacted with the formality between elders and juniors, but rather like friends.
Uncle, please get this straight, I was the one who won him over, not the other way around. Okay?
Oh. I understand the situation; it's not a big problem.
After that, Zhu Qingzhi used a bunch of overly sweet and coquettish phrases, making Xiao Zhou want to jump out of the car.
"Sister, get some rest early tonight, you have to catch a flight tomorrow morning." She checked the flight information again and then told Zhu Qingzhi about Dani's news, "Sister Dani said she's flying directly to Nancheng tomorrow."
Zhu Qingzhi turned off her phone, leaned back against the cushion, and closed her eyes to rest: "Okay."
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The banquet hotel was located in the heart of Haicheng, a high-traffic area where it would be easy for media reporters to take pictures. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Wen Qi left alone without waiting for Zhu Qingzhi and has already arrived at the company.
A few days ago, Yang Qing was also temporarily transferred here, and he is currently coordinating the content of the group's internal meeting tomorrow morning.
In the noisy environment, everyone was racing against time, while Wen Qi stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's night view.
At night, Haicheng's CBD is brightly lit, resembling a giant heart, with neon lights winding and intertwining like blood vessels, while traffic flows out in all directions from the center, circulating back and forth.
Unlike Beijing, the skyscrapers here are all bathed in cold light, a collision of technology and retro style, a fusion of avant-garde and romance.
"Mr. Wen, the Song family still won't budge." Xiao Ao hung up the phone and jogged over. "I just contacted the middleman, but they didn't give me a definite answer."
Xiao Ao was well aware of the middlemen's intentions. They did want to give the Wen family face, but they didn't really put in much effort, and sometimes even sided with the Song family. He could see through this, so Mr. Wen, being so shrewd, certainly could too.
However, the Wen family's roots in Haicheng are not deep. This time, it was only through Venus's connections that President Wen managed to contact the Song family after several twists and turns. And as the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, so they can only endure it for now.
However, if the Song family still doesn't budge, wouldn't all their efforts over the past few days have been in vain?
Xiao Ao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, staring intently at Wen Qi, hoping he could give him a definite answer soon.
To everyone's surprise, he showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, casually twirling his phone with an air of indifference that he wouldn't care even if the sky were to fall, a stark contrast to his usual composed and meticulous demeanor, much like the East African Rift Valley.
Um, has President Wen been corrupted by that spoiled brat from the Ji family? Is he starting to slack off now?
Xiao Ao felt as if even the air itself had slowed down. He was just thinking about how to urge Wen Qi when his finger, which was twirling his phone, suddenly stopped and the phone screen lit up.
Xiao Ao's heart skipped a beat again. What good news could there be at this critical juncture? He glanced involuntarily at his phone screen, but quickly looked away.
Wen Qi lowered his eyes and opened the message. It was from Zhu Liangli: [(three thumbs up)]
He raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what Zhu Liangli meant.
"Your uncle will take care of the Song family matter for you immediately."
The Song family? Isn't that the company that's giving him a headache right now?
Wen Qi's eyes darkened. How did Zhu Liangli know?
Before he could think it through, a third message popped up: "[Chao Chao told me, you're good at hiding your talents, you have a bright future ahead of you.]"
Upon seeing this sentence, Wen Qi suddenly smiled. It turned out that his wife had found him a powerful backer.
The next second, his fingers flew across the screen: 【Then I'll trouble you, Uncle.】【Thank you for your kind words, Uncle. I will definitely continue to work hard.】
Wen Qi's laughter came so suddenly that Xiao Ao subconsciously glanced at Yang Qing beside him. Yang Qing had just hung up the phone and looked over, and the two of them inexplicably stared at each other. Xiao Ao's face clearly said, "Save me."
Yang Qing was still unaware of what Xiao Ao had gone through, but he couldn't just stand by and watch him die. With a sigh in his heart, he went over to report to the group and defuse the situation: "President Wen, we've coordinated with the group, and the meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning has been postponed to the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."
Wen Qi turned off his phone: "Okay, book me a flight to Nancheng for tomorrow afternoon."
With his exceptional ability to act, Yang Qing nodded in agreement and immediately pulled out the ticket booking app on his phone.
Only Xiao Ao's eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. He had thought that President Wen had asked the group to postpone the meeting because he couldn't leave Haicheng, but it turned out that wasn't the case at all! Could it be that President Wen was going to abandon this project?
As he was still in shock, he saw Wen Qi pick up his coat and walk out. Before reaching the door, he turned back and instructed, "If the Song family contacts you, tell them I've already returned to Beijing. Report back to me if there are any other developments."
"Received." Xiao Ao replied blankly, blinking his eyes, and watched Wen Qi's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor before he came back to his senses.
"Given Mr. Wen's personality, he always prefers to be polite first before resorting to force. Logically speaking, we have already given the Song family a week. If they still don't budge, Mr. Wen should be preparing to take action."
Yang Qing was noticeably calmer, putting his phone in his pocket. "But the fact that you're being asked to report back suggests you're going to be lenient."
As for why President Wen suddenly changed his mind, he doesn't know yet.
However, he noticed a lipstick stain on the left shoulder of Mr. Wen's shirt, and his wife also had an event in Haicheng today, so Mr. Wen had just gone to see his wife.
Isn't Madam's uncle the Zhu family of Haicheng? Did Madam ask the Zhu family to intervene? So, out of respect for the Zhu family, President Wen doesn't want to be too harsh on the Song family?
Yang Qing suddenly clicked his tongue. When did President Wen start liking to live off women?
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Author's Note: Kiyoshi [shy]: Lalalalala
Wen Qi [shrugs]: Happy.
Uncle [smirking]: Oh~
Ah Mei: [Shrug][Covering face and peeking][Let me see][Keep it up] You won't be laughing in the next chapter, baby~
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