He Mingzhu was famously known as the thorny rose in the business world, not only beautiful but also very insightful about business matters. After talking with her for a while, Zhou Lin could feel she was not just a facade.
She truly deserved to be the head of such a large company as the He family.
"I wonder if President Zhou is willing to cooperate?" He Mingzhu got straight to the point, "After all, the future trend of the new project is very promising. If we join forces, we can definitely beco the leader of this new industry."
"Of course we can." Zhou Lin naturally knew the new industry would develop well in the future, and rather than going it alone, it was better to cooperate and seize the initiative now.
He Mingzhu was pleased inside; Zhou Lin had ample determination.
As her eyes sparkled, she extended an invitation, "How about we find a place to talk in detail after the cocktail party ends?"
Zhou Lin sipped his red wine, his tone even, "Regarding cooperation, Miss He can co to the company tomorrow to discuss it further."
He had refused her.
He Mingzhu was montarily stunned, but she quickly recovered and took it in stride, "All right, I’ll co find you tomorrow."
Zhou Lin nodded and resud conversing with others.
People continued to approach him, and He Mingzhu found no other opportunity.
He Ye whispered, "He’s not taking you seriously at all."
This made it seem like they were in an awkward position.
He Mingzhu wasn’t angry; she smiled and said, "He has the capital to do so."
After all, it was the He family who wanted to cooperate, not the Zhou Group seeking them out.
He Ye understood and said no more.
"Is that... Cheng Zhiwei?" He Mingzhu narrowed her eyes, looking at a woman in the crowd not too far away.
He Ye followed her gaze and indeed saw Cheng Zhiwei.
She was listlessly following a wine glass, swirling the wine, while a flamboyantly dressed man next to her was enthusiastically saying sothing.
Cheng Zhiwei was clearly impatient, but out of politeness, she had to respond a few tis.
However, the man was not satisfied and said sothing else. Cheng Zhiwei didn’t respond, and he suddenly raised his voice, "You’re just a singer, what’s so great about that? You dare to act tough with here, you’re just pretending."
Her response was a glass of wine emotionlessly splashed in his face.
He Ye frowned and imdiately walked over.
The man cursed furiously, "No wonder Zhou Lin wants to divorce you... You think you’re still the Young Madam of the Zhou family..."
Following that, Xu Tian also splashed a glass of wine in his face, "Where did this foul drunk co from? Get lost."
The man quieted down, then exploded with rage, being splashed by one woman was already humiliating, and now he had been splashed again.
It was as if his dignity was being trampled on the ground.
He raised his hand, about to slap her.
The next second, Zhou Lin kicked the man in the back, sending him sprawling forward like a dog eating dirt.
He Ye was a step too late, hesitated for a mont, then walked up to Cheng Zhiwei and Xu Tian, protecting them.
The man quickly got up, cursing angrily, "Who the hell kicked ?"
Zhou Lin swirled his wine glass, looking down at him coldly, "What about it if I kicked you?"
The man’s arrogance vanished imdiately, and he apologized in panic, "President Zhou, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."
Zhou Lin scoffed, his voice full of anger and extrely low, "I don’t like your mouth. Don’t talk anymore."
The man’s face turned pale, "President Zhou, I drank too much, I drank too much..."
"So are you sober now?"
"Sober, sober."
The man bent low, regretting his actions. Even if Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin were divorced, she was still Zhou Lin’s woman. How could he dare to offend her?
"Hurry up and apologize to Miss Cheng." He Mingzhu’s gentle voice reminded him.
The man ca to his senses, hurriedly apologized to Cheng Zhiwei, "I’m sorry, Miss Cheng. I was confused from drinking. Please forgive this ti."
Cheng Zhiwei splashed him with a glass of wine but, not wanting to cause a scene at soone else’s party, she didn’t pursue the matter further.
The man quickly slipped away.
Zhou Lin turned to look for Cheng Zhiwei but his eyes landed on her hand, held by He Ye.
For a mont, Zhou Lin clearly heard the sound of sothing breaking inside him.
He had supported her, but she was holding hands with another man.
Great.
Zhou Lin’s anger was barely containable, his dark eyes filled with chilling ice.
"President Zhou?" He Mingzhu pretended to have seen nothing and simply smiled, "What’s wrong?"
Zhou Lin ca back to his senses and curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery, "It’s nothing."
He casually placed his wine glass on a passing waiter’s tray and headed outside, "Miss He, if you want to discuss a partnership, please talk to Secretary Zhang tomorrow."
He had no mood to stay here any longer.
He Mingzhu wanted to follow him but, thinking better of rushing things, she stopped and turned around to greet Cheng Zhi with a smile, "Miss Cheng, we et again."
"Hello." Cheng Zhiwei responded politely and took the opportunity to withdraw her hand from He Ye’s.
She still didn’t like He Mingzhu and didn’t want to appear too close to He Ye in front of her.
He Ye’s gaze changed imperceptibly, but he still asked gently, "Shall I take you ho?"
Cheng Zhiwei, who had been feeling a bit unwell with a headache, agreed.
At the Cheng family’s building, Cheng Zhiwei got out of the car and was just about to walk away when He Ye grabbed her wrist from behind, "Zhiwei."
Cheng Zhiwei turned around, "Hmm?"
Shadows fell, and suddenly Cheng Zhiwei’s back was against the car, her hands clenched into fists against He Ye’s chest.
"Senior?"
He Ye’s warm palm caressed her face, as he leaned down to embrace her, hooked his fingers under her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Cheng Zhiwei turned her head instinctively.
The kiss landed on her cheek instead.
The air instantly grew quiet and awkward.
Nobody spoke.
Finally, He Ye chuckled softly, breaking the awkwardness, "Zhiwei, we’re dating."
Kissing between boyfriends and girlfriends is a perfectly normal thing.
Cheng Zhiwei wasn’t sure why she dodged; it was just an instinctive reaction.
Perhaps it was too sudden, she thought.
"Sorry, I’ve got a cold and it’s contagious," Cheng Zhiwei’s voice was already a bit hoarse, and it wasn’t intentional.
He Ye felt a knot in his heart but just looked down at her expression, "There’s sothing else I want to discuss with you."
"Hmm?"
"I’ve been thinking about moving the studio to Hainan to develop there. Let’s go together, shall we?" He asked for her opinion tenderly, also testing the waters.
"Why suddenly Hainan?"
"The scenery is beautiful, the air is clean; I think it’s more suitable for us," He Ye patiently explained, having carefully considered Hainan as a place to settle down.
Cheng Zhiwei fell silent.
A breeze brushed her cheek; despite it being sumr, she felt a bit chilly.
"What’s wrong, Zhiwei?" He Ye, seeing her silent, took the initiative to speak, "Don’t you like it?"
Cheng Zhiwei looked up, gazing earnestly at He Ye, "Is this He Mingzhu’s idea?"
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