Liu Zhizhong was seething with anger, barely able to contain himself.
He had seen shameless, but never this shameless!
At such a time, when a woman had just lost her husband, not only did he come to forcibly buy her company, but he spoke ?
The scion of the Tiandu's great clan, was he so unrefined?
Feng Xiaoyue was even angrier, her face alternating between red and white as she suddenly stood up and shouted, "Qin Bo, you're really inhuman! Can any real person say such things? My husband's body is still warm, and you're shamelessly doing this! Get out! I'm not signing the contract, not signing!"
With that, she tore the contract to shreds, scattering it in the air everywhere!
Liu Zhizhong felt a surge of relief.
His friend, usually so literary and graceful, elegant and polite, couldn't hold back anymore, and she erupted in righteous anger very well.
Liu Zhizhong had thought Qin Bo would be extremely embarrassed, with nowhere to hide his shame, but who knew he would just laugh it off with a carefree demeanor.
Qin Bo extended his hand, and Liu Zhizhong felt obliged to pass the cigar back to him with both hands.
Qin Bo took a puff of the cigar, and amidst the thick fog of smoke, he smiled naturally, stood up, and said, "Ah, Zheng Sanjing's body is still warm, I know, but can we warm him up again? Xiaoyue, I like you, and I can love you. I'll give you three days to think about it, I still have the contract template, and it can be printed anytime. I'll take my leave now, see you at the funeral tomorrow!"
After speaking, he picked up his briefcase and turned to leave with that intent.
By the way, he gave Liu Zhizhong's back a heavy pat with his briefcase, saying gravely, "I'm leaving, you better behave yourself, don't touch my woman! If you have nothing to say, then get the hell out of here! Or shall we leave together?"
Liu Zhizhong felt furious, nearly sending the briefcase flying with a punch and giving that bastard a kick!
He had seen shameless faces, but never one as brazen and shameless as this!
Qin Bo strutted off with an arrogant swagger.
Once outside, Yang Bingbing was polite enough to consider sending him off.
But he slapped his briefcase against her chest, leaving Yang Bingbing in shock and stumbling back three meters. He then said wickedly, "The company will be mine sooner or later, so will Feng Xiaoyue, and so will you, hehe..."
After speaking, he strutted off again, leaving behind his insolent and shameless figure.
On the big surveillance screen in the President's office, Liu Zhizhong could see all of this clearly, and couldn't help but curse, "Has that son of a bitch gone against heaven? Is there no one who can deal with him?"
But in his heart, he was utterly depressed.
Brother Xuan's mission, Xiang Wenhua's infatuation, and now with Qin Bo's lawlessness, the overbearing lord of Tiandu... Damn it, what a mess!
Feng Xiaoyue sighed, having seen the big screen as well, and having heard Qin Bo's shameless words.
"Zhizhong, you're right, he's defying heaven, and there are too few who can deal with him, alas..." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Unconsciously, tears began to well up in her eyes, and she quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe them away.
She sat on the sofa, drained of strength, just bowing her head and holding her eyes.
Fate had rendered her sorrowful and helpless, filling her heart with a poignant sense of desolation.
This scene, witnessed by Liu Zhizhong, made his heart brim with tender compassion, almost to the point of breaking.
Liu Zhizhong quickly moved over to Feng Xiaoyue, speaking softly, "Director Feng, the greatest fairness in the world is its unfairness, and we all have to learn to face it, right?"
Feng Xiaoyue nodded, then shook her head, saying, "Living in such a circle, a woman like me, it's not within my control, really not within my control..."
Liu Zhizhong was astonished because Feng Xiaoyue had turned and fallen into his embrace.
He had no choice but to open his arms to support her, or else she would have fallen to the ground.
With her warmth in his arms, her resilience was palpable, but Feng Xiaoyue began to sob quietly. Her low, soft cries, as if stifled, made a man's heart melt with boundless tenderness.
Liu Zhizhong could only hold her, letting her tears wet his shirt, warm and scalding his heart...