Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 137: V36: He and Feng Chengjin didn’t do it, so who did?

Chapter 137: V36: He and Feng Chengjin didn’t do it, so who did?

Yu Yuanshen persisted once more, but unexpectedly, it only resulted in Gu Zixuan shaking her head more resolutely.

"Brother Yu, it’s really unnecessary. I know you have my best interests at heart, but... you’re a divorced man, and I’m still married. It was an emergency back then, and I couldn’t stay at Yu Wei’s place, so I thought I’d stay at your place for a night. I didn’t expect..."

Thinking of He Qi Mo, Gu Zixuan’s expression darkened.

Recalling the events of that night, Gu Zixuan lowered her lashes, "After all, that’s your private residence. Regardless of the reason, even if He Qi Mo doesn’t say anything, and even if you haven’t stayed there, it doesn’t mean that those around don’t know who owns the property. Once society finds out, it’ll be buckets of dirty water poured over us."

This sincerity left Yu Yuanshen momentarily speechless, "..."

Feeling the powerlessness and passivity brought about by his status once again, Yu Yuanshen frustratedly loosened his tie.

Fretting about being unable to interfere in Uncle Gu’s affairs.

Fretting even more about being unable to intervene in Gu Zixuan’s marriage.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Until the distant sunset gradually fell to the horizon, and the hazy silver moon appeared half-hidden at the still slightly bright sky’s edge.

Yu Yuanshen finally calmed himself and spoke lightly, "Alright then, going home is good too. At home at least no one from the He Family will bully you. Just, what’s the situation with your father now? Have you communicated with him? Have the reporters left?"

A while ago, when the news broke, Gu Zixuan’s family was practically besieged by reporters.

To avoid affecting Gu Zixuan and Gu Zixi, Gu Qingfeng forbade both his children from returning home, fearing that idle reporters would dig deeper along the trail.

Upon being asked, Gu Zixuan nodded slightly, "Just had a phone call yesterday. The reporters aren’t there, and father’s matters are temporarily stabilized. The current situation isn’t as bad as imagined. But even so, the political winds are unpredictable. The Central Commission for Discipline Inspection didn’t find any corrupt illegal activities this time, but that doesn’t mean the matter is resolved. The next wave, the courts, and other disciplinary departments will continue with a second round of accountability. From my analysis of this incident, some degree of disciplinary action is inevitable, and whether he can keep his position depends on the severity of the violations. If the Gu Family can hold on, that’ll be good. If not..."

"It won’t be long before it collapses, and even my uncle’s side and Uncle Gu Qingze’s political career will be affected. The Gu Family... might inevitably fall out of this circle."

Gu Zixuan’s tone was calm, leaving Yu Yuanshen with a pang of heartache.

But before he could ask another question, Gu Zixuan seemed to remember something and smiled lightly, "But Brother Yu, I know my father’s matters are because of your tireless efforts. It’s been days since I’ve seen you, and there’s no need to keep up the act. I might not accept other favors, but this one I’ll remember."

Gu Zixuan spoke sincerely, yet for a moment, Yu Yuanshen felt his blood freeze, congealing.

In the air, his body became even more rigid.

Because he feared his identity as an investment bank CEO might bring a reputation of financial laundering upon Uncle Gu, even though he longed to help, he couldn’t find an opportunity to assist.

Recently, he was thoroughly embroiled in a stock battle with Feng Chengjin, fighting day and night, his mind almost 24/7 strategizing, leaving him no energy.

Feng Chengjin was even less likely to assist Gu Zixuan in these matters. Not to mention Feng’s industry, which interacts even less with government departments than his own.

Feng Chengjin as a person, not adding fuel to the fire to hasten Gu Zixuan’s divorce is already the best scenario!

Neither he nor Feng Chengjin did anything, yet Uncle Gu’s situation was stabilized. Who was it then?

...

Yunbai Hot Spring Villa.

Outside the hotel suite, He Qimo emerged white-faced, clutching his abdomen.

Liang Xi, seeing this, hurriedly retrieved the stomach medicine from its foil packaging and quickly handed it to He Qimo along with some opened bottled water.

"Mr. He, maybe we should just call it off today. After all, it’s just that ungrateful Chen Xipi from the court, we don’t need to attend to him too much."

He Qimo smiled faintly, swallowed the medicine, and shook his head, "Ungrateful as he is, isn’t he still the Chief Judge of Rong City’s Supreme Court? Sooner or later, dad’s matter will fall into his hands. Making connections early doesn’t hurt. Have you prepared the money?"

"Yes, 3 million in checks. For someone of his rank, this amount should suffice."

He Qimo furrowed his brow slightly, taking another sip of bottled water to dispel the sharp pain left by earlier alcohol consumption, "Probe him with this sum. If that fool hasn’t completely lost his conscience and is willing to help dad, keep giving."

"Okay." Liang Xi was actually quite disapproving but had no choice.

After a pause, seeing He Qimo leaning against the wall to rest for a moment, Liang Xi handed back the bottle of bottled water, ready to continue drinking with him.

Liang Xi couldn’t help but feel heartache, "Why not call a few PR people to join you? If worse comes to worse, bring Shen Jian妮 over!"

He Qimo halted his steps, looked back, and in his gaze of pitch-blackness was a touch of indescribable desolation and mirth.

Patting Liang Xi on the shoulder, he said, "Do you really think they’re here to drink? Liang Xi, the world is complex, and the human heart is wicked. You have no idea what kind of cannibalistic elites you’ve come into contact with. They don’t care about how many bottles of liquor the event consumes; they care about how much I’m willing to stomach. Is this for the He Family’s face, just a formality, or do I genuinely want to handle dad’s matters."

Liang Xi trembled, his eyes suddenly sharp.

He Qimo chuckled, "The difference of a glass could take us worlds apart. Go, prepare the stomach medicine and sobering pills. I probably won’t come out sober tonight. Keep an eye on me, and don’t let anyone set me up and take me to a hotel again. I don’t want to repeat what happened with Zhou Xiao, and even less what happened five years ago."

With that, his tall figure turned and walked away.

Thinking of the past, Liang Xi’s eyelashes trembled with an indescribable warmth and sadness.