Remembering Xiang Wenhua, Liu Zhizhong could only sigh bitterly.
Wenhua, the wild old man, was actually a decent person, who valued rules and also understood loyalty.
In his personal life, he wasn't a perfect man, perhaps even a scoundrel, but that didn't affect his superior existence.
After Feng Xiaoyue married, he remained single, of course, with the reality of being de facto spouses and life partners with Professor Li, it didn't lessen his love, attention, and concern for Feng Xiaoyue.
Probably, Xiang Wenhua had already heard such news, what kind of experience would that be for him?
Would Xiang Wenhua attend Lei Duo's funeral?
In the future, would Xiang Wenhua's figure appear amidst the gossip at the widow Feng Xiaoyue's doorstep? Liu Zhizhong was somewhat certain in his heart.
Ah, what twists and stories would come in the future, who could know?
Driving, his mind cluttered with these thoughts, Liu Zhizhong found himself missing Xiang Qingqing quite a bit.
He hadn't contacted her in a while. After all, she was still recuperating and needed to focus on recovering and preparing for school in the UK.
Of course, her biological father might not be around, but her mother was, and she was a well-known professor; having a brother she was destined to meet, for Xiang Qingqing's life, was also a kind of fulfillment, something that made Liu Zhizhong very gratified. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
His girl... oh, girl, she would eventually become his; what wasn't his, would eventually be lost.
Arriving at Xinghai Film and Television Entertainment Media Company, Liu Zhizhong parked his car in the underground garage, took the elevator upstairs familiarly, and entered Yang Bingbing's CEO office.
The luxurious CEO office, once Feng Xiaoyue's, still retained her artistic atmosphere.
Classical walls, European-style desks and chairs, adorned with rainforest-inspired decorations, it was an office with a global flair. The former owner was no longer here, but the new owner, Yang Bingbing, was, greeting Liu Zhizhong with a very formal smile.
Yang Bingbing still had that air about her—black silk business attire, sleeveless blouse, ice silk short skirt, a figure mature and proud, complemented by her cool and refreshing face, still so efficient and impressive.
As soon as Liu Zhizhong entered, Yang Bingbing embraced him, a deep one at that.
Yang Bingbing even whispered in Liu Zhizhong's ear, "My man, how fortunate that you're in Provincial City, it saves a lot of trouble. With a significant event imminent, I cannot free my desires, how about you?"
Liu Zhizhong felt incredibly at peace, appreciating that this woman knew her boundaries and could prioritize. He truly admired that.
He replied softly, "I feel the same. Director Feng's family's funeral is of utmost importance, and then there's the other important matter you mentioned?"
Yang Bingbing gave a very official smile, let go of Liu Zhizhong, and invited him to sit on the African-style sofa in the visitor's area.
Surrounded by savannah and desert tones, Liu Zhizhong sat down, prompting Yang Bingbing to shake her head and remark, "Men, the moment you sit down , I feel like I'm seeing a lion of the African savanna."
Liu Zhizhong was startled, then said with faint, dry humor, "Are we talking about the sort of creature that, for the sake of the tribe's lineage and genetics, mates forty to fifty, or even a hundred times a day?"
Yang Bingbing couldn't help but chuckle at his humor. Of course, she quickly returned to a formal demeanor, her expression serious, "Mr. L, we've received a notice from above that you must produce your latest work tonight! The matter is urgent, and we have only about six hours to prepare and produce."
"What?" Liu Zhizhong started, then took a sharp breath, "That's really tight timing..."
Of course, he had a moment of realization and nodded his head, "Oh, I understand. The final purpose of mine is finally coming into play. What hot topic are we trying to suppress?"