Ling Qingzhou: “I’m not as shameless as you.”
Yi Hansheng heard this and laughed, not at all angry.
If this had happened before, the person would have probably shouted back at him on the spot, throwing insults left and right.
Yi Hansheng was known for his sharp tongue, and Ling Qingzhou was well aware of this.
But now, after waiting for a while with no response, President Zuan turned into a tight-lipped, grinning fool. The key was that this person was still smiling with deep meaning.
Ling Qingzhou suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and a tingle on his scalp.
It felt like he had something up his sleeve…
For the next two hours, since Yi Hansheng wasn’t biting, they maintained a tense but quiet peace.
When it was Ling Qingzhou’s turn to give his speech, Yi Hansheng even smiled and clapped for him from the audience. This scene must have caught the attention of many bosses.
Were the two of them planning a partnership?
But when Yi Hansheng took the stage, Ling Qingzhou stayed seated with a cold expression, not even applauding, and took out his phone to check it. He didn’t give Yi Hansheng a single glance.
Everyone realized—
Oh, so it wasn’t a partnership.
Had Yi Hansheng found some new way to mess with Ling Qingzhou?
As strange as it sounded, that seemed possible.
After the summit, there was a business cocktail party.
Ling Qingzhou attended with his beautiful wife, instantly becoming the center of attention.
Shuo Qin stood by his side, smiling gracefully, using her impeccable manners and eloquent speech to make her husband look even better.
On the other hand, Yi Hansheng remained a lonely figure.
Many women tried to get close to him, but he rejected them all mercilessly.
Finally, finding a quiet spot where he could sit and take a breather, he suddenly heard a cold laugh—
“Why didn’t you bring your new fling along?”
It was Ling Qingzhou.
His wife wasn’t there, so it was just him alone.
Yi Hansheng loosened his tie and rolled his eyes with annoyance. “None of your business!”
“True, it’s not my business. But it’s nice to see your hypocritical face finally cracking. It’s about time.”
“I? Hypocritical? Are you out of your mind?” Yi Hansheng was confused.
Ling Qingzhou: “You don’t deserve to be guarding her.” I don’t deserve it either.
With that, he turned and walked away.
Yi Hansheng stood still, stunned for a moment, before realizing what had just been said. His expression shifted to something odd. Guarding… her?
Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, and the drunken haze in his eyes cleared up instantly.
“Hello, it’s me. Where are you? I’ll send the driver to pick you up… I’m not busy, I’ll wrap up here quickly… You’re coming? Alright, we’ll meet and leave together.”
After hanging up, Yi Hansheng called the driver again: “Old Huang, pick someone up at the No. 1 High School.”
“Already, just dropped off Young Master, he went to visit a classmate at the hospital.”
“It’s not Yici.”
Old Huang was stunned. Not Young Master Yici, then who?
“Jiang Fuyue.”
Old Huang didn’t know Jiang Fuyue, so Yi Hansheng told him to wait at the roadside; she would get into the car when she saw the license plate.
After giving the instructions, Yi Hansheng slapped his face and took a deep breath, trying to sober up. He then walked quickly to the restroom.
Yes, he needed to clean himself up. He couldn’t meet her like this, still half-drunk.
On the way, he stopped a hotel waiter. “Do you have something like… a breath freshener?”
“We have it. Would you like spray or chewable?”
Yi Hansheng paused. “Which one works better?”
“They both work, but the chewable ones are more fragrant.”
“Alright, give me the chewable.”
After freshening up, he left the hotel. A few minutes later, Old Huang arrived with Jiang Fuyue.
The rear window of the car rolled down, revealing Jiang Fuyue’s young and beautiful face, still carrying a hint of youthful innocence.
Yi Hansheng’s eyes lit up, feeling a rush of heat all over his body.
He thought to himself: It’s all that alcohol’s fault, the kick is too strong.
Old Huang was about to get out and open the car door for him, but Yi Hansheng raised his hand to stop him.
He got in himself, sitting on the opposite side of Jiang Fuyue.
“Let’s go.”
Old Huang nodded, started the engine, and drove off.
Unbeknownst to them, this scene happened to catch someone’s eyes from a car behind.
Ling Qingzhou’s voice was low: “Follow them.”
The driver obeyed.
Earlier at the cocktail party, when Yi Hansheng took that call, Ling Qingzhou overheard something.
No. 1 High School… Jiang Fuyue…
This name had come up several times from his son. Was she Yi Hansheng’s new flame?
Ling Qingzhou was curious to see what these two were up to.
Yi Hansheng’s unusual behavior in the afternoon had made him suspicious. Adding to that, he had received reports that Yi Hansheng was going to great lengths to investigate a female student. It didn’t seem like it was just a “sugar daddy and mistress” situation.
His keen instincts told him there was more to this.
Inside the spacious Rolls-Royce, Yi Hansheng took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, opened it, and handed it to Jiang Fuyue. “Want some?”
Jiang Fuyue took it, drank a sip, and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Did something happen?” he asked.
Jiang Fuyue glanced at him. As expected of someone who had been her assistant.
“I’d like to talk business with you. Are you interested?”
Yi Hansheng’s eyes lit up. “Of course.”
Soon, the car stopped in front of a tea house.
Yi Hansheng gave Old Huang a few instructions before entering with Jiang Fuyue.
Old Huang drove to the opposite parking lot, and just then, a Bentley pulled up and parked in the spot where the Rolls-Royce had been.
Ling Qingzhou glanced at the tea house’s entrance. A man and a woman meeting at a tea house at this hour instead of a hotel?
Interesting!
He scoffed, then got out of the car. “Find a nearby parking lot and wait for me.”
The driver hesitated. “But… Madam is still at the cocktail party. Should I… take her home first?”
Ling Qingzhou: “Don’t worry about her.”
The driver nodded, not daring to argue, but couldn’t help feeling a little sneer in his heart: Madam is such a good person, but it’s a pity she married a husband who doesn’t cherish her.
Inside the tea house private room.
It was a place Yi Hansheng had chosen, and Jiang Fuyue didn’t doubt its discretion.
They sat opposite each other, with tea brewing tools placed between them.
Yi Hansheng immediately got to work, his movements smooth and graceful, pouring tea into their cups. After Jiang Fuyue took a sip, she nodded. “It’s fragrant.”
“How does it compare to the past?” he asked.
“It’s better than before,” she replied.
Yi Hansheng laughed with satisfaction. “That’s good. Very good…”
What Jiang Fuyue didn’t know was that no one had had the privilege of drinking tea made by him in the past twenty years.
She was the first in all these years.
“You mentioned business? What kind of business?”
Jiang Fuyue pushed a prepared file towards him. “Take a look.”
Yi Hansheng opened it, his face slowly growing serious.
“This is…”
“Since the moment I got into trouble, I’ve been planning the future development of the Lou family for the next fifty years. The first twenty years have already been completed, and now we’re at the twenty-first year.”
Jiang Fuyue didn’t even need to look; she effortlessly flipped to a page and lightly tapped a spot with her finger.
The sound seemed to strike Yi Hansheng’s heart.
He felt a dull, sinking sensation.
It read: Acquiring land in Qingtong Street, Linhuai, to build a high-end residential area as the first step of Lou’s real estate expansion into Linhuai.
Qingtong Street… That was the dirtiest, most chaotic area of Linhuai, but it also had the lowest land prices!
Yi Hansheng gasped. “Who made this plan?! They really have the guts!”
Jiang Fuyue: “I did.”
“Cough, cough…” The man was choked, his cheeks turning red. “What did you say?”
Jiang Fuyue: “I made it. Before I was framed, I had already planned out Lou’s path for the next fifty years. I only managed to write down the first thirty years.”
It was lucky that only the first thirty years were written down. If she had completed the last twenty years, the Lou family’s development would be far beyond its current state.
Ironically, Lou Mingxin had stolen her position, yet was still using her plans. Didn’t that feel awkward?
Yi Hansheng swallowed. “Is this for real?”
Jiang Fuyue smiled lightly, crossing her arms. “Otherwise, where do you think this came from?”
It was from her memory, transcribed word for word!
Yi Hansheng was stunned. The first twenty years of the plan not only made accurate predictions about the real estate market and the national economy, but also provided corresponding countermeasures. Each one was in perfect sync with the economic trends of the time. No wonder the Lou family had managed to keep progressing steadily after Lou Mingyue’s loss.
So, it was all because of this!
It was a pity that they had only been making steady progress, never truly capitalizing on this strategic plan. This was tied to the abilities of the executors.
Lou Mingxin was no match for her. Where did she get the confidence and courage to usurp her position?
Thinking about this, Yi Hansheng couldn’t help but sneer.
“What do you want to do?” he asked Jiang Fuyue.
Just then, the door of the private room suddenly slid open, and both of them turned to look—
Ling Qingzhou stood at the door, his expression a mix of anger and excitement. His eyes flashed with a fleeting glint of tears, suppressing a mixture of joy and sorrow, his emotions complex beyond words.
“Is it you?” He asked in a trembling voice, staring fixedly at Jiang Fuyue.
I feel so bad for his wife. Sure, admire someone and appreciate them, but place your wife on a higher level. They are your life partner. So unfair to her…