"Your sister-in-law is very traditional, so you mustn’t let slip anything I’ve said, understand? Otherwise, I’ll cut out your tongue," Xiao Yebai threatened with a fierce glint in his eyes.
"Yes—" Zang Xiaolian agreed confusedly, being intimidated by him.
"Let’s go, drive to the Xiao Family," Xiao Yebai pointed towards the intersection ahead.
Zang Xiaolian recalled the hot topic of discussion at the company these past few days and asked, "Second brother, are you going to meet the chairman?"
Xiao Yebai understood what he was implying and said with a laugh, "I’ve already told him that any projects I want to do, I’ll handle them myself, without needing him to interfere. Look, once he interferes, everything becomes a mess, like shooting himself in the foot. I have already washed my hands of that project. If it hadn’t been for your sister-in-law being trapped on the rooftop, whoever was up there would be none of my business."
Such a cold and ruthless man, Zang Xiaolian thought.
"If he wants to sell, he sells; if not, he doesn’t—either way, it’s none of my business," Xiao Yebai said lazily, resting the back of his head on the passenger seat.
"Does Second Brother think the chairman will sell?" Zang Xiaolian asked, voicing a question that nearly everyone in the company was debating.
Logically, Xiao Jianming was tackling the project for his beloved son; having insisted on it to this extent, selling it would seem like a joke and an admission of failure. However, at the same time, Xiao Jianming’s demeanor seemed to suggest he was leaning towards selling, as Mingyue was no longer a profit-making project, but a money-loser.
As a businessman and a leader of a major group, Xiao Jianming couldn’t allow personal interests to harm the company’s or group’s benefits, which would not only expose him to widespread criticism but also jeopardize his position to pass onto his son in the future.
Considering both pros and cons, it seemed better to sell Mingyue, both financially and in the larger scheme of things.
Xiao Yebai slightly arched his eyebrows and said, "You should ask your sister-in-law that question. She’s the one talking to the chairman, not anyone else."
Zang Xiaolian found his answer both profound and ambiguous.
It was said that Gu Nuan and Xiao Jianming had met at the board meeting, but that was all. There had been no private summoning of Gu Nuan by Xiao Jianming. It was unlikely for Xiao Jianming to make such an exception for a newcomer.
It made no sense. Zang Xiaolian shook his head. All he knew was that everyone in the company already saw Gu Nuan as a pawn of the chairman, being used as an excuse to sell Mingyue.
But the man beside him, seemingly very protective of his wife, seemed unwilling to speak, take a stance, or get involved in this matter—why?
When Zang Xiaolian glanced over again, he found Xiao Yebai had reclined the comfortable sports car seat and was already dreaming of Duke Zhou.
Could it be that someone was really fierce last night?
Zang Xiaolian’s mouth gaped open in excessive surprise.
The Porsche reached the Xiao Family’s villa.
A three-story villa with a large garden spanning an area of fifty acres, equivalent to two and a half football fields.
No sooner had the Porsche passed through the grand iron gates of the Xiao Family than Xiao Yebai’s German Shepherd skillfully and silently sprinted across the front lawn of the villa, stopping precisely in position to await its master alighting from the car. The source of thɪs content is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
Xiao Yebai got out of the car, pulled a prepared ball from his pocket and threw it far behind the German Shepherd.
The German Shepherd turned and chased the ball with utmost speed.
Xiao Yebai, hands in his pockets, asked the following dog trainer, "Has it gained weight?"
"Thinking of Master you, it hasn’t seen you, and these past few days it refused to run, just lazily lying around," the dog trainer said.