"You’ve misunderstood, I actually have something serious to discuss with him."
Ji Wei hastily explained, her voice unconsciously softening, turning sweet and tender, even carrying a hint of playful coaxing: "Send me his number, hubby, you’re the best!"
Sure enough, this little woman only knew to act coy with him when she needed something.
But, he totally fell for it.
Gu Moqian’s mood brightened: "Ye Cheng is actually in my office right now. What do you need him for? I’ll tell him for you."
"Really?" Ji Wei sounded excited on the other end of the call: "Tell Ye Cheng..."
Gu Moqian quietly listened to her instructions, and after the two chatted affectionately for a while, they reluctantly hung up the phone.
Their lovey-dovey voices inevitably drifted into Ye Cheng’s ears, regardless of whether he wanted to hear them or not.
He nearly lost control and stood up to leave.
When he saw Gu Moqian walking back toward him, Ye Cheng asked directly and indifferently, "Alright, what does your wife need me to help with?"
From their earlier conversation, Ye Cheng had already deduced a bit.
"She wants to introduce someone to you," Gu Moqian said.
"A woman," Gu Moqian replied. "She’s Ji Wei’s best friend, hoping you could take her under your wing in the entertainment industry."
"I don’t work with female artists anymore, you should know that."
Ye Cheng said, his expression devoid of emotion, remaining as cold and detached as ever.
Of course, Gu Moqian knew.
Ever since that incident three years ago, Ye Cheng had refused to take on female artists.
Gu Moqian fell silent for a second before suddenly speaking up: "If you agree to this, I could consider reopening the Zimei Club sooner."
Ye Cheng’s face remained unchanged, unmoved by the suggestion.
"Her club earns nearly two million yuan a day. If it stays closed for half a year, the losses would amount to astronomical figures."
Gu Moqian’s persuasion was relentless.
The club was indeed something deeply important to Zimei.
Just the other day, Zimei had called him to plead on her behalf to Gu Moqian.
Ye Cheng had only listened to the first two sentences before rudely hanging up.
But even those two sentences were enough to stir the storm buried deep in his heart.
That woman’s grip on his emotions far exceeded his expectations.
It had been a full three years, and he’d thought everything had already settled, yet deep down, Ye Cheng knew very well what the truth was—even if he was unwilling to admit it.
In reality, whether Gu Moqian interceded or not was entirely up to Ye Cheng.
But he simply couldn’t let go of his wounded pride.
Seeing Ye Cheng’s lips pressed tightly together, his expression no longer as composed and restrained as before, Gu Moqian took the opportunity to continue: "If you don’t object, I’ll take it as you’re agreeing. That Xia Duoduo, I’ve met her—she’s just an innocent young girl. I promise, nothing like that incident three years ago will ever happen again."
Gu Moqian even went so far as to guarantee it, leaving Ye Cheng nothing more to say.
"Have your wife bring her to Xingyao Entertainment tomorrow," Ye Cheng said flatly, placing his teacup down on the coffee table before standing up.
"Leaving already?" Gu Moqian asked.
Ye Cheng’s tone was devoid of emotion as he turned and walked out of the office.
After Ye Cheng left, Gu Moqian called Chen Ke into the room.
"In one month, return the operating license for the Zimei Club."
Chen Ke looked surprised: "...Didn’t you say it would close for six months?"
"Consider it repaying someone a favor," Gu Moqian said casually.
"Understood, Mr. Gu."
Because Gu Moqian had gone to the café yesterday afternoon, there were loads of important documents that had accumulated and required his personal attention.
When he finally lifted his head from the last file, the sky outside the window had already turned completely dark.
Worried that Ji Wei might be anxiously waiting, he stepped out of his CEO office while pulling out his phone to call her.
But before he could even make the call, Gu Moqian spotted Zhu Jianian.