A Twisted Love Affair
Chapter 134 - 133 Who bullies my Ajing_1

Chapter 134: 133 Who bullies my Ajing_1

At the top floor of the CBD Building, a high-level corporate meeting was underway.

This was the first time Zhou Luchen’s investment ventures had encountered a problem.

The Wei Family, in which he had invested, was embroiled in an internal strife scandal.

Long before, the consortium had been skeptical of the Wei Family.

The second son had injected funds for his old flame in an attempt to rescue it, and he had succeeded.

This time, a problem had arisen due to the Wei Family’s own infighting.

This is simply throwing money away, many thought.

Sitting at the head of the conference table, Zhou Luchen appeared unconcerned. His senior executives couldn’t quite gauge his thoughts, especially concerning him, their company’s ’Second Young Master.’

Some started to suggest addressing the Wei Family’s current plight to see if their Second Young Master, Zhou Luchen, would step in to resolve it.

"Wei Sulin has pre-paid 620 million for projects, claiming he’s been framed," one mentioned.

"The Wei Family’s trading volume on the exchange over 24 trading days amounted to only 300 million. Since trading volumes below 300 million violate securities regulations, the Wei Group, as per the rules, has already been forcibly suspended from trading," another pointed out.

The consortium was ruthless. No matter how familiar they were with any aristocratic family, they wouldn’t grant any special favors.

With the countdown to the Wei Family’s delisting, reviving them seemed highly unlikely.

After listening, Zhou Luchen turned to the group’s secretary-general and spoke in an unhurried voice, "Take the Wei Family to court and file for liquidation."

The secretary-general reminded him, "Your invested capital will incur even greater losses."

Zhou Luchen closed the planning booklet, stood up, and dismissed the meeting. "No creation without destruction. I will take control."

In just a few words, he carried an air of indifference, as if his decisions could determine the life or death of the Wei Family. And indeed, they could.

Those in power often believed: no creation without destruction.

Under the relentless heat of the blazing sun, as temperatures rose, people became irritable, and the financial markets grew equally tumultuous.

Eventually, the situation tipped, with many large enterprises entering a period of high returns.

The two-week-long battle in the financial arena dominated the daily headlines of the financial news, which reported on this business war.

The mastermind behind it all was speculated upon by countless experts, hailed as an emerging magnate heralding a new era in business, commanding widespread admiration.

For two weeks, financial news tickers all carried four words: "Classic Business War."

Yet, it was unclear who the victor was, or who the swift and decisive controller of the market had been.

Shen Jing, a small fry dabbling in futures, suffered due to the turmoil, experiencing nothing but hardship.

There were signs of impending loss.

Her tears seemed endless, never ceasing.

This made her sullen all day long.

When she went to pick up Zhou Luchen from work, she was engulfed in gloom, her petite face frowning constantly.

Zhou Luchen didn’t pay much attention, assuming she was just exhausted from work that day. Walking with an arm around her waist, he casually suggested, "Let’s go to a restaurant for dinner."

Their housekeeper’s cooking had grown tiresome; it was time for a change.

Shen Jing, with her pale, well-manicured hands, wasn’t one to do the cooking.

The restaurant’s head chef personally took to the kitchen.

Yet, she still had no appetite, fiddling with her chopsticks and frequently bowing her head to check her phone, looking lost and forlorn.

Zhou Luchen pulled her chair closer and turned to look at her. "Who bullied my Ajing?"

At that question, Shen Jing burst forth like a dam releasing water, pouring out her grievances, "I hate the cold-blooded capital mechanism! It’s just so annoying, okay? The trends change at the drop of a hat."

She was both angry and defiant.

She couldn’t afford to lose; losing was simply not an option.

This was rare for her. Yet Zhou Luchen informed her.

"Perhaps in a few days, the trend will return." His composure remained steady. "You must keep a steady mindset and not blindly follow the mainstream."

Shen Jing lifted her chin slightly. "How would you know?"

Without changing his expression, he replied, "I’m guessing."

Shen Jing’s mood improved somewhat, and she obediently said, "I’ll listen to you and hold on a bit longer."

Zhou Luchen glanced at her, a flicker of realization crossing his face. How could he have overlooked her, leaving her so deeply dejected?

He let out a soft chuckle, simply rolled up his sleeves, elegantly reached out, and personally ladled a bowl of soup for her.

Shen Jing was delighted.

She wasn’t wearing a hairband, and her long hair proved troublesome as it fell around her while she ate.

Zhou Luchen gently lifted her hair with his fingertips, smoothing it to one side. "You’re happy just because I served you soup. So easily pleased," he teased.

She retorted with a stubborn pout, "The soup is delicious; it has nothing to do with you serving it."

Zhou Luchen sat there, watching her drink the soup and listening to her complain about her futures trading account. It was a moment of quiet contentment, typical of the peaceful companionship they had shared over the years.

Shen Jing had been with him for so long, yet her weight had never changed. Even when upset, her cheeks were often tenderly flushed with a delicate pink, like peach blossoms in bloom.

Next door, a middle-aged couple was quarreling.

Zhou Luchen’s eyes darkened with annoyance at the noise. He gestured for the head chef to come over and have them removed.

"Don’t, President Zhou."

Shen Jing stretched out her hand to stop Zhou Luchen, pulling his head down conspiratorially. "HUSH, let’s eavesdrop."

Eavesdropping on a couple’s quarrel, Zhou Luchen frowned slightly. What a peculiar pastime.

Shen Jing placed her index finger between his thin lips, silencing him sneakily with another "HUSH." "Be good, President Zhou. Don’t misuse your status."

Be good? Zhou Luchen outright laughed.

Next door, the wife had caught her husband having dinner with his mistress.

The conflict began to escalate.

"Why do you take her with you on every business trip? Why is she always so concerned about you late at night? The scarf and pants in the passenger seat are hers, right? When her mother came to the city, why did you, her superior, personally help your subordinate’s mother get registered at the hospital and find a specialist?"

The man was harsh and unfeeling. "It was a life-or-death situation at the time. If you insist on seeing it that way, there’s nothing I can do."

The classic line of a scumbag, Shen Jing thought.

"We’re just having a simple dinner; stop making a scene."

"Zhao Yun, let’s get a divorce."

"Yueyue, what are you fussing about? The company’s first round of financing hasn’t come through yet. Can’t you wait until the company goes public to make a scene?"

The woman sneered, "You still only care about your damn company."

The man was arrogant and shameless. "I’m 35, and so are you. Without my money to maintain that face of yours, do you think you can remarry at this age? Dare to make a fuss, and I warn you, I’ll hire the best legal team. You won’t get a penny out of the divorce."

The argument grew fiercer, the words harsher.

The mistress even taunted provocatively, "Mrs. Zhao, this is a high-end restaurant. The clientele here are either rich or noble. You’re making such a scene; you’re embarrassing Mr. Zhao terribly."

What? This restaurant isn’t high-end at all! Shen Jing thought.

Eventually, the wife was escorted out by security, ostensibly for disturbing other diners.

Shen Jing almost wanted to throw her soup at them, murmuring under her breath, "What a jerk. Why didn’t she make sure he left with nothing?"

Zhou Luchen rubbed the back of his neck. "Satisfied with your eavesdropping?"

"Not satisfied." She shook her head.

Zhou Luchen gave her a sidelong glance. "Do you want a more satisfying ending?"

"How so?" Shen Jing was curious.

Zhou Luchen slowly wiped his hands with a napkin. "Nothing much."

He didn’t elaborate, and Shen Jing couldn’t understand him at all.

Zhuang Ming suddenly approached, leaning in to whisper something. He glanced at Shen Jing and hesitated to speak.

It seems this is something I shouldn’t hear, Shen Jing thought.

Shen Jing looked away, lowering her head to eat.

Zhou Luchen signaled Zhuang Ming to leave and then picked up some food for her. "Go home by yourself."

Shen Jing looked at the prawn balls in her bowl. "What about you?"

He simply said, "Busy with work."

"Oh," she acknowledged.

"Go to sleep early." Zhou Luchen stood up, his voice exceedingly gentle this time. "No need to wait for me."

But he wasn’t looking at her; he only showed her his back as he left.

Shen Jing’s lips curved into a sweet smile. "As you wish, President Zhou."

What good could come from waiting for him? Tonight, I can go with Liang Yingning to that top-tier club, the so-called ’First-Class Akina Mountain,’ and watch the car races!

Hearing her light laughter, President Zhou turned his head, his expression darkening slightly. "You seem pretty happy."

She propped her chin in her hands, batting her innocent eyes, feigning coquettishness. "I’ll think of you when I hug my pillow."

Zhou Luchen’s smile was half-hearted. He knew where she was going; he just lacked the energy and interest to involve himself in her private life.

An international male model racing team, he thought. Just Liang Yingning’s peculiar hobby.

After Zhou Luchen disappeared from Shen Jing’s view, Zhuang Ming began his report.

"Miss Wenxin is at the station," Zhuang Ming continued. "She wants to see you. Young Master Wei isn’t willing to let her off, and she isn’t willing to let go of him either."

Zhou Luchen’s words were devoid of warmth. "They might as well go to hell together then."