He Mingzhu offered so pretty good terms. If He Ye agreed to join, just as Yu Shuhua had said, the prospects would indeed be bright.
But the future developnt of the studio would have to go through the senior managent’s decisions, and freedom would be gone.
"It’s okay." He Ye comforted, "I’ll figure sothing out."
"Have I heard they are tight on funding?" Cheng Zhiwei asked tactfully.
For the studio to develop, money is absolutely essential.
Moreover, He Mingzhu had not only caused several advertising companies to suddenly breach their contracts, but even those that had previously cooperated were testing the limits.
Soon, the money would not be able to circulate, and the studio would have to close down.
"We can hold out for half a month." He Ye rubbed his forehead, picked up the agreent, and tossed it aside, "I won’t agree to her terms."
Unable to get what she wanted from He Ye, He Mingzhu revealed her fangs.
Where was any sibling affection?
"She’s determined," Cheng Zhiwei tapped the table, "or maybe it’s because of that she’s targeting you."
"I don’t care," He Ye said crisply, "I’ve made dinner plans tonight; I should secure a new collaboration."
"I still have so money I can lend you to tide you over," offered Cheng Zhiwei.
When she divorced, Zhou Lin had given her a substantial settlent.
She hadn’t touched that money, but now she was willing to help He Ye through hard tis.
He Ye didn’t take it.
He had his principles.
"Think of it as a loan from ; once the studio is through this tough ti, you can pay back," Cheng Zhiwei said.
She added, "If you still think it’s not appropriate, you can write an IOU."
At tis like this, face didn’t matter.
With pursed lips, He Ye eventually accepted the condition.
"Then I’ll write you an IOU."
They even agreed on a specific interest rate.
Cheng Zhiwei agreed.
He Ye breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Cheng Zhiwei tightly, and solemnly promised, "Zhiwei, we will definitely keep the studio going."
"Mm, we will definitely get through this," Cheng Zhiwei responded to his hug.
The studio would continue to improve.
"Big Brother He?" soone suddenly pushed open the door of the office, Wen Yi’s voice ca through, then suddenly went silent.
She was startled.
Cheng Zhiwei reacted first, stepping out of He Ye’s embrace.
Looking sowhat embarrassed, Wen Yi said, "Sorry, I didn’t know you were both here."
He Ye looked over indifferently, "What’s up?"
Wen Yi stuck out her tongue, walked in, and said, "I heard a lot of companies stopped their collaboration with you, so I ca to ask if you need any help."
Her words were frank but full of concern.
"No need, I can manage," He Ye declined.
Wen Yi glanced at Cheng Zhiwei and whispered, "If you need help, do tell . I will definitely help if I can."
"Regarding the He family..."
"I said no need," He Ye interrupted Wen Yi sternly.
Wen Yi got a shock, her cheeks visibly reddened, and she said unhappily, "Fine then, no need to be so fierce."
"He can handle it," Cheng Zhiwei spoke up for He Ye.
She then received a phone call and stepped out.
Wen Yi walked over, rolled her eyes, but insisted, "Big Brother He, I really want to help."
He Ye said gravely, "I know, but Wen Yi, I can’t accept your help."
Wen Yi looked upset, "Do you look down on ?"
"No."
"Then why won’t you accept it?"
"I’m planning to propose to Zhiwei."
This sentence turned Wen Yi pale; she clenched her lips, managing a strained smile after a while, "Is that so? When?"
"This Saturday," He Ye had already arranged everything.
Knowing what had happened to Cheng Zhiwei, he decided to give her a ho.
He wanted to tell Cheng Zhiwei that she could rely on him.
"That’s nice," Wen Yi muttered distractedly, clenching her teeth as she turned to leave.
Just then, Cheng Zhiwei arrived, looking surprised, "Did he scold you?"
Why had her complexion suddenly turned so poor?
Wen Yi wanted to ntion He Ye’s proposal; she knew well that if she did, Cheng Zhiwei wouldn’t agree, or at least wouldn’t agree imdiately.
But the words were swallowed back.
"Nothing, I just rembered I have sothing very important to do," Wen Yi left in a hurry.
Cheng Zhiwei entered the office, and He Ye asked her to have dinner together on Saturday.
They had both been too busy recently to spend ti alone.
Cheng Zhiwei agreed.
He Ye breathed a sigh of relief; he had planned the proposal for Saturday and his only fear was that Cheng Zhiwei would refuse.
Now, it was perfect.
...
Yu Shuhua, after having been chastised by He Ye last ti, felt sowhat aggrieved.
Since then, she had been very quiet, avoiding He Mingzhu’s invitations whenever possible.
She still respected He Ye’s choices.
She had just finished dinner when she received a call from He Mingzhu.
He Mingzhu congratulated her with a laugh.
Yu Shuhua thought He Ye had agreed to join the He Family Company and was very pleased.
But then He Mingzhu added, "I heard that on Saturday, He Ye is going to propose to Cheng Zhiwei."
"What? A proposal?" Yu Shuhua was stunned.
He Ye was involved with Cheng Zhiwei, but a proposal? So soon?
What was he thinking?
He Mingzhu detected the surprise in Yu Shuhua’s tone and was very satisfied as she continued, "Actually, I thought about it, and since He Ye likes her, and Cheng Zhiwei isn’t too bad, I was thinking of supporting them, only to find out that Cheng Zhiwei has beco an orphan without parents."
Tonight’s news was absolutely explosive; Yu Shuhua was flabbergasted and couldn’t respond imdiately, "How did she beco an orphan again?"
He Mingzhu shared everything she knew, which wasn’t a secret as she had been keeping an eye on Cheng Zhiwei, so she was well aware of her circumstances.
Yu Shuhua already looked down on Cheng Zhiwei, and this just added insult to injury.
"Pah, an orphan trying to climb up the social ladder, she must be out of her mind."
"What can we do if He Ye likes her?" He Mingzhu sighed deeply, "I was planning for him to stay in the company for a few months, then introduce him to so suitable girlfriends, but who knew he’d actually decide to propose to Cheng Zhiwei."
Yu Shuhua was furious, "He better not."
"But we can’t decide for Xiao Ye. We’d better just accept it quietly," He Mingzhu sighed deliberately, "He’s enchanted by Cheng Zhiwei and won’t listen."
"I absolutely won’t let Cheng Zhiwei succeed. Don’t worry, Mingzhu, I’ll handle his affairs and won’t let you and your brother drift apart."
She spoke decisively, determined to thwart this, refusing to accept Cheng Zhiwei.
Saturday night.
Cheng Zhiwei went to the restaurant at the agreed ti.
Just as she walked up to the entrance, she was handed a rose.
Its fiery color was invigorating.
Cheng Zhiwei didn’t think much of it and continued inside, eting more people offering roses.
Her heart skipped a beat, a premonition forming within her.
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