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Chapter 435 - 391 drip drip drip drip drip..._2

Chapter 435: 391 drip drip drip drip drip..._2

Meng Jiye spoke earnestly, "President Cheng’s ability is clear for all to see. He has been in charge of overseas business for so long, I think it’s time to bring him back. Besides, he is always decisive and forceful, which is exactly what we need to deal with the problems in Huainan."

"But if President Cheng comes over, who will take charge of the overseas business?"

Meng Jiye coughed lightly, volunteering himself without hesitation, "If my brother-in-law doesn’t mind, I am willing to share the company’s worries."

What a good brother-in-law indeed.

Shi Zhenhua watched him for a while, "You may leave now."

Having finally gained the upper hand, Meng Jiye felt an immense sense of satisfaction. He nodded, stood up, and left.

"Mr. Meng."

At the door, two bodyguards greeted him respectfully.

Meng Jiye responded coolly with a nod and returned to his own room next door. Thinking back on that somber face from earlier, he couldn’t restrain the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He dialed for room service and even specifically asked for a bottle of fine wine.

"Mr. Meng, is the matter resolved?"

Eating alone is no fun, so Meng Jiye also called over his assistant to join him for dinner—none other than Qiu Zhaobin.

"Something this big isn’t so easy to resolve."

Meng Jiye chuckled.

Qiu Zhaobin eyed the fine wine, "Then why does Mr. Meng seem so pleased?"

Without priding himself on his status, Meng Jiye, bending over backwards for talent, personally poured a glass of wine for Qiu Zhaobin.

The wine was a brilliant red.

Its fragrance intoxicating.

"You have to learn to know yourself. When you encounter setbacks, you need to find ways to think positively. After all, there are more disappointments than satisfactions in this world. What’s the point of frowning over every trouble? How tiring would that be?"

Qiu Zhaobin nodded, appearing to take the lesson to heart.

"Mr. Meng really has a clear understanding."

"Let’s drink to that."

Meng Jiye raised his glass.

"Clink."

The two wine glasses met with a crisp sound.

Dining at the same table as a director of the corporate board is a great honor, but Qiu Zhaobin didn’t lose his composure. He remained dutiful and cautious, not asking any questions that were not his place to ask,

What Meng Jiye admired most was exactly this kind of character in him.

"Zhaobin, don’t worry. Do your job well, and I definitely won’t let you down."

Qiu Zhaobin raised his glass gratefully.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng. I’ll drink to you."

The two of them finished off most of the bottle of red wine.

After their fill of wine and food, Meng Jiye felt tired and waved Qiu Zhaobin off, intending to lie down on the couch to rest.

"Mr. Meng, you should go to bed in your room."

Unexpectedly, Qiu Zhaobin added another sentence, insisting on convincing Meng Jiye to go back to the bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he left Meng Jiye’s room and glanced next door.

The two well-dressed bodyguards stood loyally at the door, unmoving.

Qiu Zhaobin’s gaze flickered.

Only when the two bodyguards became aware and turned to look, did he flash a polite smile and then turn to leave.

About ten minutes later.

A person dressed as a waiter appeared in the corridor, pushing a cart at a leisurely pace toward this direction.

"Room service."

The waiter stopped the cart at the door.

The two bodyguards looked him over from head to toe.

"Take off your mask."

The masked waiter complied, revealing an unimpressive face.

One of the bodyguards checked the cart.

Despite the fact that this was just a business trip and their professionalism was high, the two bodyguards inevitably let their guard down slightly. After confirming there was nothing wrong with the cart, one of them knocked on the door.

"Boss, your food is here."

Afterwards.

He swiped the card to open the door.

The two bodyguards entered the room first.

The waiter, with slightly damp temples, put his mask back on and pushed the cart in. His fingertips turned white from the force he exerted while setting up the meal.

"Wait a second."

As personal bodyguards, the two men were naturally exceptional. Even without being overly alert, their keen professional instincts made one of them sense something was off about the waiter.

One of the bodyguards frowned slightly and suddenly spoke out loud.

Seeing this, the other quickly raised his hand, gesturing for Shi Zhenhua, who was approaching, to stay back.

"Put it down, hands up, against the wall."

The sensing bodyguard commanded with a stern voice.

"Wha-what’s wrong?"

Perhaps out of panic, the waiter’s voice, muffled by the mask, trembled slightly.

"Against the wall!"

The bodyguard shouted, intending to subdue the waiter first, no matter if it was an overreaction.

But it turned out their instincts were not mistaken.

The eyes not covered by the mask suddenly turned fierce, filled with a trace of madness and despair,

The waiter smashed the dishes at the two bodyguards, then recklessly charged at Shi Zhenhua.

"Boss, watch out!"

In a flash, two bodyguards demonstrated top-notch professionalism, dividing their tasks in an orderly manner. One rushed to Shi Zhenhua to provide protection, while the other tackled the waiter to intercept him.

"Bang!"

Their hefty seven-figure salaries weren’t for nothing.

The bodyguard, with exceptional skills, leapt up and delivered a powerful kick that landed heavily on the waiter.

The waiter flew through the air and slammed into the wall, blood trickling down from behind his mask.

Shi Zhenhua, having weathered many storms, stayed calm in the face of danger, pushing away the bodyguard in front of him, "Who sent you?"

"Hehehe... hehehehe..."

The waiter on the ground propped himself up slowly, his shoulders shaking. Instead of showing undiscovered fear, he let out a sinister and terrifying laugh.

Meanwhile.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A sound like an electronic timer emanated from him.

The bodyguard’s pupils contracted, then his expression changed drastically.

"Bomb!"

"Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep..."

The electronic timer’s beeping became more urgent.

The bodyguard next to Shi Zhenhua acted on instinct and turned around, no longer caring for anything else, he forcefully pushed Shi Zhenhua down!

"Boom!!!"

Soon.

A violent blaze erupted, engulfing the entire room in an instant. The walls cracked and even the neighboring rooms were affected.

Meng Jiye, knocked from his bed, stared blankly at his dusty living room, utterly disoriented and unaware of what had just happened.

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"Mr. Jiang, why don’t you stay a few more days?"

Jiang Chen politely said his goodbyes to the two actresses, deciding to return to East Sea tomorrow.

"All good things must come to an end."

Facing Ning Hui’s entreaty, he replied with a learned phrase, elegantly spoken.

Ning Hui couldn’t help but laugh.

"It is time to leave, or else you might not be able to at all,"

Pei Yunxi said.

Jiang Chen smiled silently.

He knew what she was joking about. Since the Moon God Festival, that girl named Ling’er had been frequently lurking outside his house—like a ghost, she wouldn’t come close. She just stood outside the yard, silently observing or, perhaps, surveilling him.

If discovered, she would leave.

Although it wouldn’t technically count as harassment, it still gave him an eerie feeling.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen had inquired repeatedly in the village and confirmed that so-called witchcraft was nothing but a hoax; otherwise, he might have run away long ago.

Even though she hadn’t forced him out of respect for the village chief’s authority, the girl must have harbored resentment in her heart. If possible, she would likely not mind employing a love charm as punishment.

"Mr. Jiang, that girl Ling’er, has she really been wandering around your house all the time?"

Ning Hui also couldn’t contain her amusement.

Jiang Chen felt a bit awkward. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

Piercing and urgent.

It was the devil.

Normally, he wouldn’t have answered.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call."

To dodge this embarrassing topic, Jiang Chen picked up his phone and walked aside.

"Jiang Chen, where are you?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

This lady, why does she sound like she’s crying again?

Even though it wasn’t the first time, this felt different.

She used to cry miserably, but this time, she seemed to be struggling to suppress it.

And Jiang Chen thought he could detect a sorrow that hadn’t been there before.

"I’m out of town, what’s wrong?"

"My dad... something happened to him..."

Her choked-up voice came through on the other end.

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

"Mr. Jiang, what’s wrong?"

When Jiang Chen walked back, he seemed like a different person, his expression grave and serious.

Ning Hui was clueless.

"I have to go."

"Now?"

Pei Yunxi frowned.

"Yes, take care."

With those words, Jiang Chen quickly turned around and left briskly.

"What happened?"

Ning Hui was surprised.

Pei Yunxi looked perplexed at his retreating figure.