Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 138: V37: Gu Zixuan, what’s so great about him? You’ve loved him for so many years.

Chapter 138: V37: Gu Zixuan, what’s so great about him? You’ve loved him for so many years.

Five years ago, because the president desperately wanted to close a real estate deal, his wife had just returned from studying abroad for a year. Although their relationship was awkward, it was gradually warming up. But then came a banquet related to a crucial piece of land.

The president wanted to go, but his wife didn’t want him to.

After a final argument, the president left. Late at night, when his wife went to find him, she discovered the president in a luxurious business suite, drunk, naked, lying next to a woman who had been arranged for him.

With tears in her eyes, the wife left.

That night, the president didn’t know what, if anything, had happened.

But he knew clearly that he had been set up. The reason for the setup had much to do with Gu Zixuan’s return to the country, causing a hidden but intense policy shift in Rong City’s real estate market, and because... of an old story of a former real estate tycoon in Rong City...

From that point on, the president became cold and gloomy. He started smoking and drinking, networking fiercely, and even more fiercely pursuing his career. In the realm of real estate, he fought like a lone wolf, crushing every competitor in his path. He seized every piece of land, even encroaching into others’ territories, pushing them out. In these years, there weren’t fewer than ten small real estate companies that were brought down by the president.

The very real estate boss who had once set him up was sent to prison using an old murder case that the president dug up.

Eventually, he completely took the top spot in Rong City’s real estate, his position unshakable.

He Qimo, this name in the circle, became like the terrifying Yama, making everyone tremble with fear at his every move!

Yet, no matter how successful he seemed to the outside world, having caught the wave of the real estate boom.

For him, Liang Xi knew very well that this was an unseen, excruciating journey of refinement for the man, one punctuated with countless times in the hospital from drinking to the point of stomach bleeding, forbidding himself from telling his wife. Neither the president knew, nor did Liang Xi know.

Countless times lingering at his wife’s doorstep, yet not entering. Neither the president knew, nor did Liang Xi know.

Finally, just when life seemed as if it would reach the end of divorce, even the president thought that Gu Zixuan might never forget that incident, a sudden remark during Christmas from his wife changed everything.

"It’s been four years since you’ve spent Christmas with me. Come home early tonight. Even if you don’t want to continue, if we’re going to separate, let’s at least have dinner..."

The president suddenly felt he needed to do something.

Thus, on the brink of the four-year mark, the marriage reached a turning point.

The president began to frantically pursue and care for his wife, bringing her along in everything he did.

The couple would work on business matters together. Late at night, when she made porridge for him, he would stir it and feed her first. At the height of their affection, during the snowy winter, he would hold her while watching the snow on the balcony. During the hottest days of summer, when she napped under the shade, he sat beside with a fan, not allowing anyone to disturb her, gently fanning her.

Everything seemed fine.

But the only problem was that, for eight years, no matter how the emotions and life fluctuated, there were countless unresolved minor frictions in their process, arguments and reconciliations, reconciliations and arguments.

Whenever they reached the peak of affection, on the verge of reconciling, after a night of sleeping together, the president would suddenly get dressed and storm out, and the relationship would instantly enter a long freeze for several months.

Liang Xi witnessed this twice.

Once, during her schooling, when the president came out with a terrifyingly cold face.

"Go, let her remember if she wants, it doesn’t matter!"

The other time was two years ago.

The president furiously stormed out of the He Mansion again, with an even angrier face than when he was in school.

Returning to the Junsheng office, the president drank himself into a stupor, displaying an extreme rage Liang Xi had never seen before that night.

He Qimo slammed the glass hard against the wall as a release, and Liang Xi remembered a line that has baffled him to this day.

"She still loves him! She still sees me as him! Six years! All she thinks about is him! It was just two weeks, just saving her life once! Is that reason enough for her to remember for so long? Even no matter how well I treat her, it can’t compare! Gu Zixuan, is she this attracted to him? Must she force me to get rid of him? What does he have that is so great!"

Who is he? The answer remains unresolved.

Liang Xi only knew that the president became more and more sullen, less willing to go home.

And more inclined to fabricate gossip to provoke his wife. Sometimes, even when he knew she looked to him for help and was hoping he would treat her better, he would deliberately turn cold, pretend not to see, leaving her heartbroken.

As for his career, in these two years, he has been working even harder, as if preparing for a life-and-death battle with someone.

...

In the hospital, facing Miss Gu who hadn’t returned for a long time after being supported out.

Mrs. Qin stared at the thermos for a long time, looked up at the iPad mini, paused, then pulled out a phone from under her pillow to call Qin Nuo.

The call went through, and Qin Nuo was accompanying Feng Chengjin for socializing.

After leaving the hospital, Feng Chengjin rushed to the afternoon banquet.

In a luxury hotel, another group of bosses were playing Texas Hold’em. Feng Chengjin won a lot, constantly teased and mockingly scolded by a group of bosses, "Old Feng, you managed to defeat President Qiao’s straight with just three of a kind. You’re something else!"

Feng Chengjin poised gracefully, with just the right amount of laughter, "President Qiao couldn’t hold on himself, threw it first, can’t blame me."

"You’re the one wildly throwing chips, making people think you have a flush and scaring them off!"

Feng Chengjin chuckled without saying anything, while President Yu couldn’t take it, "Quickly tip the dealer! Honestly, you win more than three hundred thousand in one hand, if we don’t pry some out of your pool tonight, you’d really think no one in the Texas poker game could deal with you."

Feng Chengjin was egged on, laughed without saying anything, and took a 5000 chip from the pile in front of him and handed it to the dealer.

Such generosity made people around sigh, while the dealer, actress An Lingfei, constantly cast glances at him, lightly smiling.

Feng Chengjin glanced up, eyes deep and dark, pretending not to see, with a barely noticeable light laugh, he casually handed out another 5000 to the waitress pouring tea.

The waitress was shocked and a bit overwhelmed, repeatedly thanking him.

Feng Chengjin raised his hand, looking indifferent, while unobtrusively pulling President Zhou, who had returned from the restroom, to his right side, blocking the view.

An Lingfei’s expression subtly changed.

Meanwhile, Qin Nuo was answering a phone call.

"Hello, Xiao Nuo, are you with your president?"

"Together, entertaining, auntie, what’s up?"

"You..." Mrs. Qin hesitated for a while, then said, "Ask your President Feng if he can cook."

Cook?

Qin Nuo was indeed confused by her aunt’s strange phone call for a moment, but soon, as if realizing something.

She laughed, hung up the phone, walked to the poker table, and whispered in the president’s ear, "President, my aunt asked if you can cook."

At the poker table, Feng Chengjin had just received a K, a Q, a flush, with four cards open on the board also flush - 9 and J, only missing the final 10.

Upon hearing this, he raised his bright black eyes, quietly looking at Qin Nuo.

Briefly, as everyone was waiting to see if he would follow, he suddenly smiled, threw his cards onto the table, "No follow."

Then he said to the tea waitress, "Let me borrow your hotel kitchen for a moment."

He straightened his clothes and got up to leave.

Beside him, Qin Nuo followed closely.

After their figures had disappeared, the last card was revealed, indeed the flush "10."

The whole room was filled with astonishment; after comparing cards, before tidying up, President Qiao couldn’t help but block An Lingfei’s hand from picking up cards, looking at Feng Chengjin’s already closed door leaving and said, "Don’t rush, I wonder what cards this Feng Chengjin has to discard, let me see."

The cards were flipped, revealing the big "K, Q," instantly leaving everyone’s expressions dumbfounded.

Royal flush! The topping card, with a follow, would sweep all chips in the pot, and he didn’t follow?

Thinking of Feng Chengjin’s previous words when he left, was he going to the kitchen?

At this moment, every boss had a twitching mouth, sweating and speechless.

Indeed, Feng Chengjin, nicknamed Feng God, has divine thinking! Simply unmatched by us mundane folks, his noble character is akin to the clear breeze and bright moon!

Hotel kitchen.

An Lingfei, making an excuse to wash her hands, searched for a while before walking along a quiet path to the back door of the kitchen.

The five-star restaurant kitchen was very clean.

Inside, the lights were bright.

Vaguely came the conversation between Feng Chengjin and Qin Nuo, and the waitress’s attentive introduction after being tipped, with frequent greetings from the five-star restaurant’s head chef and hotel manager.

"President Feng, what would you like, just let us know, we can make it for you."

"It’s alright, is this fresh milk?"

"Yes, ultra-low temperature stored imported skim milk from Australia, just poured from the jug this morning, the production date is reliable, if you’re not assured, we can go to the cold storage to get another jug for you to check."

"Oh, no need, this will do." Feng Chengjin pondered for a while, glanced at his watch, and decided on this.

Soon, it became busy inside.

An Lingfei watched the tall figure inside, confusedly frowned.