Chapter 34.2: My Heart is in a state of confusion
At the end of the day, Gu Miaoyu's career has seen some
improvement, and that jerk Shao Yuan seems to be the driving force behind Xiao
Daogu's career.
Chu Qianmiao was working on the first draft of a due
diligence report at Litong when she received a call from Gu Miaoyu.
The call startled Chu Qianmiao, as Gu Miaoyu's voice was
thick with anger.
"Shuishui, I'm so pissed off! If I don't talk to you
and let it out, I'm afraid I'll end up fighting that scoundrel Tu Xiaorong!
She's using her old tricks again to steal my business!"
Chu Qianmiao simply said, "Do you want me to take a
taxi and help you deal with her? Don't worry, I'm a lawyer. I can help you deal
with her as long as I can get myself out of trouble!"
Gu Miaoyu said, "Never mind. The taxi fare is a bit
expensive. I'll just bear with it for now."
Chu Qianmiao said, "Call me when you can't help it.
I'll show your colleague what a god of war is!"
After she hung up, she looked up to find everyone in the
room staring at her.
Ren Yan stared at her expressionlessly, his face
expressionless, with only a hint of a frown between his brows. She couldn't tell
if it was out of displeasure or worry. Lei Zhenzi looked at her with amusement,
as if eagerly anticipating her taking a taxi to go fight someone. The others'
eyes gleamed with a newfound recognition.
Qianmiao, I didn't realize you were quite wild before! Are
you really that good at fighting?
Chu Qianmiao raised her hand and brushed her hair back.
"Honestly, when it comes to scaring people, I'm unmatched!"
Lei Zhenzi burst out laughing, his eyes and eyebrows
blossoming.
"Qianmiao, you're such a hidden gem! Tell me, how is it
that every day you manage to be more interesting and adorable than the day
before?"
Chu Qianmiao instinctively responded with a compliment:
"Because we eat all those fancy meals fed to us by that godlike President
Lei. It's your nourishment of our lunches that makes us stronger every
day!"
Lei Zhenzi's smile blossomed even more.
Ren Yan, standing nearby, unexpectedly spoke up. His words
steered the conversation in a different direction.
"What the hell just happened?"
Chu Qianmiao's heart skipped a beat at Ren Yan's question,
and she quickly replied, "My childhood friend works as a designer at a
decoration company. Another designer team at their company is incredibly rude,
even going so far as to take her orders away just to outsmart her. My childhood
friend is the cutest little cutie in the world, and I'll fight anyone who
bullies her to the bitter end!"
Lei Zhenzi, twirling in his black leather swivel chair,
half-closed his eyes, as if trying to seduce a girl, said to Chu Qianmiao,
"Our Qianmiao is the cutest little cutie in the world!"
His tone was so alluring that any other girl would have felt
their bones soften. Chu Qianmiao, however, was incredibly generous and not only
unyielding, she even engaged in a serious argument with Lei Zhenzi: "Mr.
Lei, you haven't seen my childhood friend. When you do, you'll understand the
meaning of the word 'cute'—it's her name and her person!"
Lei Zhenzi piqued his interest: "Then I'll have to meet
her someday!"
Ren Yan interrupted them, bringing the conversation back:
"Because she's being bullied by her colleagues at her company, are you
taking a taxi to help her?"
His voice was cold and emotionless.
Chu Qianmiao, unsure of what he meant, simply replied,
"Yes..."
Ren Yan: "If she can't handle this herself, can you
really fight for her forever?"
Chu Qianmiao groaned inwardly. This was truly Ren Yan's
style.
Lei Zhenzi, beside Ren Yan, winked at Chu Qianmiao and
mouthed: "Cold-blooded!"
Chu Qianmiao thought, "That's right!!"
On Friday, Lei Zhenzi was hanging around Litong again. As
usual, he checked in at Ren Yan's office and then wandered off to the
conference room. His laughter occasionally filled the room, each one louder and
louder, as if deliberately playing for someone else.
Ren Yan had initially tried to observe, but when Lei
Zhenzi's laughter finally sparked laughter from Chu Qianmiao, he leapt to his
feet.
He figured he had to go over and warn them that this was an
office, not a place for laughter.
But as soon as he entered the conference room, everyone
stopped laughing. For a moment, he felt like a laughter suppressor, bringing
peace wherever he went. He couldn't decide whether this function was a good or
bad one. If it was bad, they were afraid he'd give in. But if it was good, why
did he feel a subtle sense of disappointment? Behind that subtle sense of
disappointment lay a tinge of envy and jealousy for Lei Zhenzi's ability to
join in the laughter. After he entered the room, Qin Qianyu and the others were
all busy sorting through their materials, while Chu Qianmiao was also
completely absorbed in editing the documents on her computer screen.
Lei Zhenzi, like a boneless pile of flesh, half-leaned and
half-slumped over the conference table. The chairs on either side of Chu
Qianmiao were piled high with manuscripts, so he was sprawled across from her.
Seeing him enter the room and find a seat, Lei Zhenzi lazily
said to him, "What kind of frivolous laughter of mine has brought you here
again, President Ren?"
In those radiant eyes, a look of defiance that only Ren Yan
could understand, as well as a hint of triumph after a successful provocation,
was in evidence.
Ren Yan immediately wanted to leave.
But just then, Chu Qianmiao answered a phone call. As soon
as her voice started, the strength in his legs, which had been trying to prop
him up, gave way. He sat in his chair, inexplicably, diligently flipping
through the documents, his ears darting to Chu Qianmiao's phone call.
He saw her clasp her hands together as she hung up, bowing
to Lei Zhenzi across from her as if to a deity.
After Chu Qianmiao finished the call, her eyes swirled
around before she began to worship Lei Taohuaxian.
She asked Lei Zhenzi, "Mr. Lei, I have something to
tell you. Are you interested?"
Lei Zhenzi immediately asked what it was.
"That's right. Tu Xiaorong, the shady designer in
another group at my childhood friend's company, has been aggressively snatching
my childhood friend's business lately, practically robbing her in broad
daylight. If it were a small client, my childhood friend could still argue with
Tu Xiaorong, but if she were to argue with a high-end client like that, it
would really drive them away. The high-end client would think, 'What kind of
company is this? Someone from your company is turning against you right in front
of me.' And then the high-end client would turn away."
Chu Qianmiao took a breath and continued, "And Tu
Xiaorong takes advantage of the fact that my childhood friend wouldn't argue
with her in front of a high-end client. So, whenever my childhood friend brings
a high-end client to the company to sign a contract, Tu Xiaorong would do
whatever she could to get close, trying to steal the client away before the
contract is signed."
Chu Qianmiao saw Lei Zhenzi listening intently. The women's
intrigue had galvanized him to the point of growing bones. He stopped lazily
leaning back and sat up straight, his eyes sparkling with a smile as he said,
"Qianmiao, keep going! I have a feeling something interesting is going to
happen!"
Acknowledging the pressure, Chu Qianmiao immediately
continued, "My childhood friend landed a few big deals today and has
scheduled contracts with the clients at the office tomorrow. But she's worried
Tu Xiaorong will shamelessly rush in and snatch the deals, so she's come up
with a brilliant plan!"
Chu Qianmiao paused, leaving the question in suspense. Qin
Qianyu, who had been listening intently, couldn't help but interject,
"What plan? What plan?"
Ren Yan looked up and glared at Qin Qianyu. Qin Qianyu
shrank back and busily began to flip through the materials.
"What plan?" Chu Qianmiao paused a bit, leaving
the question in suspense, and Ren Yan asked.
Qin Qianyu: “……………………”
He was frustrated that he was increasingly unable to
understand his leader’s thoughts…
Chu Qianmiao bared her white teeth and gave Ren Yan a smile,
a token of her gratitude for his supportive question. Ren Yan quickly looked
away, a wave of irritation welling up in his heart. His previous remarks had
been inexplicably impulsive.
What had happened to him lately?
He glanced over at Lei Zhenzi, the culprit who had recently
upset him. He was also looking at him with a sidelong glance, a gloating grin
on his face.
"Qian Miao, keep talking!" Ren Yan thought Lei
Zhenzi's voice was so lilting it could sail a boat.
Chu Qianmiao sighed, "Okay," and continued,
"My childhood friend has come up with a diversionary tactic. She plans to
have one or two people, the kind who look tall, handsome, and impressive, go to
my childhood friend's company early in the morning as front men, pretending to
be clients looking to sign a contract with my childhood friend. Tu Xiaorong
will then try to intercept the deal, and the front men will follow her,
maneuver her around, and detain her. Meanwhile, my childhood friend will
welcome the real client into the company and sign the contract in another
conference room. Once the contract is signed and the deposit is collected,
everything will be done!"
Lei Zhenzi rested one hand on the table, the back of his
hand resting on the tip of his chin. His peach blossom eyes flickered as he
said, "What a brilliant idea!" After a pause, he winked at Chu
Qianmiao and said, "Before we started talking about this, what question
did you ask me?"
Chu Qianmiao chuckled, "Mr. Lei, there's something I'm
thinking of. Are you interested?"
Lei Zhenzi: "Well, this is interesting, and I'm very
interested! So," he paused, quickly glanced at Ren Yan, then back at Chu
Qianmiao, and said, "I'm willing to help you play the role of this fake
client!"
Chu Qianmiao clapped her hands and, across the conference
table, began to bow to Lei Zhenzi: "Mr. Lei, you are a living
immortal!!"
A faint sound lingered in the air.
Ren Yan exhaled a breath of indifferent indifference from
his nose.
"Lei Zhenzi, are you too idle?"
Lei Zhenzi nodded quickly. "I just am. I've been making
so much money lately that I just want to have some fun!" He ignored Ren
Yan's cold, sharp gaze and asked Chu Qianmiao, "Qianmiao, what car would
be suitable for this high-end client I'm playing tomorrow?"
Chu Qianmiao's eyes rolled. "Something nicer!"
Lei Zhenzi: "Something nicer... How about a Rolls-Royce
or a Bentley?"
Chu Qianmiao shuddered. "Boss Lei, downgrade a bit.
These two are too arrogant. Why go to a small workshop like Lixing for a car
like this? Wouldn't it be better to just go to a large renovation company like
Jialeyuan?"
Lei Zhenzi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I have
a beat-up BMW. I'll drive it tomorrow."
Chu Qianmiao: "……………………"
For the first time, she realized that the modifier "BMW" could be "broken"...
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