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Chapter 1163: Times have changed (5k! Asking for monthly votes!)_3

Chapter 1163: Times have changed (5k! Asking for monthly votes!)_3

Yang Ni stared unblinkingly at Wei Dongxu, not caring that she was being taken advantage of at the moment.

As a mother, her plea was already pitiful enough.

Zheng Baosen no longer interjected, leisurely enjoying his food with chopsticks in one hand, while the other, as if forgetting to let go, was still holding Yang Ni’s hand, gently kneading it.

Wei Dongxu finally looked at Yang Ni squarely for the first time, giving no response.

Indeed.

On the matter of keeping promises, he truly couldn’t compare to Yang Ni, his ex-wife.

At the time of the divorce, not only did Yang Ni leave without taking any assets, but she also left the child with him to take into consideration the elderly.

After all, the issues between them were their own, irrelevant to the child and the elders.

Moreover, one should know that although the marriage house was bought by the Wei family, the decoration was paid for by her.

Originally, the agreement was for her to leave without anything and not fight over the child, being allowed visitation periodically. The reason she agreed to such terms, aside from her dislike of prolonged disputes, was that she, a single woman striving in her career, lacked the confidence to be a qualified mother.

But what she never expected was that having made such great concessions, the other party would be so heartless, breaking promises, even stripping her of the agreed visitation rights.

If she weren’t driven to desperation, she would never have taken this step.

If it were just for her own selfish desires, she wouldn’t have made such a sacrifice at the time of the divorce.

Seeing Wei Dongxu ignore Yang Ni, Zheng Baosen naturally spoke.

"When you two parted ways, since you had an agreement, you should adhere to it. And now Yang Ni has said, let her spend some time with the child. If it really doesn’t work out, and the child doesn’t like her, then there’s nothing to argue about. You should know Yang Ni’s character, Dongxu, she keeps her word."

"This is a private matter between us, Baosen bro, why bother so much."

Those words.

Carried a hint of gunpowder.

Perhaps it was because he was at a loss for words, or perhaps, it was a man’s pride beginning to get the best of him.

As an actor, Wei Dongxu was considered to have restraint. If this were an average person, eight or nine out of ten would probably be flipping the table by now.

Zheng Baosen narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat angered like the mob boss roles he portrays.

Wei Dongxu’s reply had clearly struck him as confrontational and offensive.

"Dongxu, don’t misunderstand. I merely want to say, a man must have a sense of contract, since there’s an agreement, it must be followed. Just let her see the child, and there won’t be any further issues. It’s good for you, good for her, good for everyone," Zheng Baosen said with a smile, his support for Yang Ni becoming increasingly evident.

The situation, combined with the image of him holding Yang Ni’s hand...

Wei Dongxu’s facial muscles tensed, and then he spoke in an unhurried tone, "Baosen bro, we didn’t sign any agreement, where does this spirit of contract come from?"

"You..." Yang Ni’s face showed anger.

Indeed, they hadn’t signed a formal contract at the time of the divorce, only a verbal agreement. But she thought, as the saying goes, since they had a connection, there was no need to be so embarrassing.

But who knew the other party would now use this issue to make trouble.

Zheng Baosen’s smile gradually faded, as he continued to slowly knead Yang Ni’s hand, "Dongxu, if you talk like this, it’s a bit too much."

This was a clear reminder.

Or rather, a warning.

But Wei Dongxu, no longer quite rational, didn’t consider the dignity of his elder brother and veteran.

He picked up his glass, gestured to Zheng Baosen, then tilted his head back and emptied it in one go.

"Baosen bro, since she wants to go to court, I’m willing to oblige. No matter how the court decides in the end, I will accept it, and I hope she does the same."

Zheng Baosen’s round face completely lost its smile, even stopping the small gesture of kneading Yang Ni’s hand.

Without a doubt.

He hadn’t expected the other party to be so "unappreciative".

"Baosen bro, I’ll treat you another day."

After saying this, Wei Dongxu stood up, looking as if he planned to leave just like that.

"Are you really thinking clearly? Do you really want to make this unpleasant for everyone?"

Zheng Baosen looked at the dining table, his round face devoid of joy, exuding a melancholic aura, even his quacking voice began to sound deep and sinister.

Wei Dongxu’s mouth twitched.

In the end.

He wasn’t really afraid of Zheng Baosen.

Though the latter had renown and influence in Gangcheng’s entertainment industry, the glory days of Gangcheng were no longer present.

Times have changed.

The film and television industry in Gangcheng has declined significantly.

Even if he was "banned" in Gangcheng, what great harm would that do?

After all, he had long since shifted the focus of his career to the mainland.

"Baosen bro, enjoy your meal."

After speaking, Wei Dongxu didn’t linger any longer and headed towards the door.

But before he could reach it, someone pushed open the private room door from the outside.

The proud Wei Dongxu stopped in his tracks, his expression shifting; a second earlier he had a parting expression of gloom, but the next, he quickly constructed a flawlessly courteous smile.

"Mr. He."

He involuntarily straightened his back.

The newcomer in a black suit nodded, "Are you done eating?"

"Mr. He."

Zheng Baosen also quickly stood up, even releasing the hand he had been holding, his round face returning to a smile as if the displeasure from just a moment ago had never occurred.

"Mr. He."

Yang Ni also stood up.

Pei Yunxi, who had not interjected at all, was no exception.

She didn’t have much of an overlap with Gaetcode’s entertainment circle, but that didn’t mean she didn’t recognize the man who walked in.

Let alone artists and celebrities, anyone who regularly watched the news should have heard various stories about this man.

"Please, have a seat."

Even getting the respect from all the big stars present, this Mr. He didn’t put on any airs, smiling and gesturing with his hand.

"Mr. He, please have a seat."

Zheng Baosen even left his seat to warmly greet him, a complete turnaround from before, with none of the demeanor of an old movie star or senior, smiling until his face seemed to fold.

But it was tough for Wei Dongxu, caught in a moment where he could neither leave nor stay.