After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 478 Are You... Hinting at Something?

Chapter 478: Chapter 478 Are You... Hinting at Something?

"For the immediate concern, terminate the contract with Zhao Lingyu to avoid further loss."

"In the long run, write a feasibility report and submit it to Mr. Peng."

The night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was enchanting. Ye Li looked at the twinkling stars above and said softly, "If you think she’ll cause trouble in the future, it’s better to take precautions early."

"A good horse is indeed precious, but currently, what’s more scarce than a good horse is a good judge of horses. You are the stabilizer for Chenxing. As long as you’re here, I believe the next Zhao Lingyu will appear soon. Maybe they’ll be even better than Zhao Lingyu. What do you think?"

In just a few words, the frustration in Sister Zhen’s heart vanished instantly.

She felt completely refreshed.

No wonder she founded her own jewelry design studio at such a young age.

No wonder, among so many rich and beautiful women from the Imperial Capital’s rich family, she became Mrs. Fu.

This ability, this emotional intelligence—it’s truly remarkable!

Listening to advice brings food to the table, especially with the Fu Family being something Sister Zhen was eager to connect with, which was practically owned by Ye Li.

Ye Li was the boss’s wife.

Her advice was essentially an opportunity presented on a silver platter.

Sticking to the principle of clinging tightly to the boss’s wife’s support without wavering, Sister Zhen made a decision almost without hesitation, "Okay, I’ll listen to you!"

After hanging up the phone, Sister Zhen let out a long sigh and looked again at the glass shards on the floor, which no longer seemed so glaring and obstructive.

After calling for room service, Sister Zhen got up and sat in the massage chair, leisurely returning a call to her husband.

In the presidential suite on the top floor, Wan Mingyi went out to get water, only to see Ye Li staring blankly at the night view outside the window.

"What’s wrong, Lizi?"

"Nothing..."

Ye Li shook her head, "Sister Zhen said she has long-term plans for Chenxing’s future development, but she can’t wait anymore. I didn’t feel comfortable asking her over the phone."

Sister Zhen was well-maintained, appearing to be in her thirties.

However, when signing contracts during their collaboration, Ye Li caught a glimpse of Sister Zhen’s ID card and noticed she was almost fifty.

Handing the water cup to Ye Li, Wan Mingyi sighed softly, "Sister Zhen had breast cancer and underwent surgery a few years ago. I overheard models backstage mentioning that some of her test results weren’t too good last year..."

Ye Li was taken aback.

Sister Zhen had been cheerful no matter when she showed up, bustling around for over half a month.

Bright, generous, and dazzling, anyone would praise her as a career-oriented powerful woman.

But at this moment, Ye Li could only sigh that every family has its own struggles.

They say breast and thyroid illnesses are often caused by stress. Hesitant, Ye Li asked, "What about Sister Zhen’s family..."

Wan Mingyi’s eyes lit up, "I’ve met Sister Zhen’s husband—it’s a huge contrast!"

A burly man over six feet tall with tattooed arms.

He had a fierce look in his eyes.

At first glance, he seemed like a big shot on the streets, exuding pressure whenever one passed by him.

But Wan Mingyi had seen how he was in front of Sister Zhen.

"A total wife slave! Sister Zhen smiles at everyone, but her face drops the moment she sees him. That nearly two-meter-tall man bows his head while Sister Zhen scolds him, not daring to talk back. Once she’s finished, he massages her shoulders and back, even bringing the soup he made for her, coaxing Sister Zhen to smile like a flower in just a few words."

Recalling the scene, Wan Mingyi sighed with emotion, "They’re head to head, with him serving her a spoonful of soup and her giving him half a bowl of rice, as sweet as a romance drama. Weiwei said that Sister Zhen and her husband together are over 100 years old, yet the romantic bubbles between them aren’t any less than those in modern sweet dramas. By the way, Sister Zhen is on her second marriage."

Her previous marriage was unhappy, with her in-laws constantly accusing her of not getting pregnant.

Sister Zhen, with her fiery personality, decisively divorced.

Later, she married her current husband.

"Even during her illness, he never left her. Knowing that pregnancy and childbirth would be harmful to her health, he went ahead and got a vasectomy, saying it was just right, as no one else would compete for Sister Zhen’s love."

Not usually one for gossip, Wan Mingyi seemed possessed by the spirit of a gossip god at this moment, "No wonder Sister Zhen’s business is so successful. This is her personal charm, and she deserves to prosper!"

"Absolutely!"

Ye Li nodded.

A tempting thought lingered in her mind, but before she could discuss it with Wan Mingyi, Fu Yanci’s good night video call came through.

They talked about Lue Xizhou’s blatant disregard while flaunting his affections.

About the joyful dinner gathering that evening.

About the love story they just heard.

Ye Li suddenly thought of something, "Fu Yanci, I’ve just discovered a very likely truth!"

???

On the phone screen, the girl in snowy white pajamas fluttered her eyes with a look of sudden enlightenment.

Fu Yanci chuckled, "What is it?"

"The God of Wealth and the Matchmaking God must be the same person!"

Ye Li asked Fu Yanci, "Have you noticed that those in loving marriages often have better career luck than others?"

From the Yixin Jewelry founder President Mu, whom they’d never met but only heard of.

To Sister Zhen, just a wall away.

Even the emotionally reserved Luo Changchuan led Star to great success.

It shows that those with good career luck often have good marriages too.

The girl was earnest with her "This must be the case" belief, and Fu Yanci couldn’t bear to tell her the truth.

An old saying states, "If brothers are united, their strength can cut through metal."

This is applicable in other contexts too.

From couples to partners to entire families, when everyone is united and works with one heart, success is assured, no matter the endeavor.

"Ah Li..."

Fu Yanci smiled, "Are you perhaps...hinting at something?"

???

Ye Li was taken aback.

Fu Yanci’s smile was gentle, "Ah Li, rest assured. No matter how far and big the Fu Family goes in the future, I will always love you the same. Wait...not quite..."

Upon saying it, he felt it wasn’t right, so he corrected himself, "I’ll love you a little more each day than the day before. Would that be okay?"

She wanted to say she was just making small talk and asked him not to overthink it.

And she wanted to clarify she wasn’t suggesting he should be more committed.

But the night was too beautiful, and the passion in his eyes was too intense.

Ye Li instantly forgot what she wanted to say and could only nod absentmindedly, "Okay!"

She forgot what else they talked about afterward. She only remembered the man’s magnetic voice lingering in her ears, fading further and further away.

When she opened her eyes, the morning light was peeking through the window.

Beside her pillow, her phone had shut down due to a dead battery.

Ye Li ruffled her hair, retrieved her charger to plug in her phone, and got up to go to the bathroom.

At 9 a.m., at the Si City Convention and Exhibition Center’s Fashion Hall, Jia He’s "Dream" fashion show was being prepared busily.

Models were changing and doing makeup in a lively atmosphere in every dressing room.

In one office, Zhao Lingyu, already made up but told not to take the stage, was in total shock.

Looking at the termination contract in her hand.

Then at Sister Zhen, whose expression had changed and was not as friendly as before.

Zhao Lingyu’s face turned red with anger, "Sister Zhen...you’re terminating the contract with me? Why? Is it because of Xiao Wei?"

"??? What does breaking up with you have to do with Xiao Wei? It’s you who’s looking for a better opportunity, not her. What’s that got to do with her?"

Sister Zhen looked utterly baffled.

Still too young and hot-headed, Zhao Lingyu’s face flushed as she asked, "Sister Zhen, are you sure you want to terminate the contract with me now?"

Sister Zhen gave a cold smile, "If you win, go to Mr. Ding. It you lose, come back here. But did you ever ask me if I wanted to be your fallback?...Lingyu, it’s good to be ambitious when you’re young, but too much ambition becomes arrogance! Whether in work or in life, it’s better to go step by step, don’t you think?"

Sister Zhen’s turning cold was shocking; Zhao Lingyu felt she would pounce on her if she stayed any longer.

Feeling the pressure to move, Zhao Lingyu took the pen and signed her contract termination papers with a flourish.

Not going onstage?

Terminated?

Well, fine then.

She left in a huff but halted in her tracks when her sharp ears caught the name "Chenxing."