Chapter 22: Chapter 26 (part 2)

Qiao Wenxing had recently found a big customer, and of late he had been going out more often, wining and dining them. He had now come home a few times with the obvious smell of perfume on his body. Bai Yue had asked him about it, but both physically and mentally exhausted, Qiao Wenxing had merely brushed it off with a few words. Desperate to ask in more detail but afraid to ask at the same time, Bai Yue felt depressed.

Eventually, Qiao Wenxing began introducing members of his company to the customer. Since Bai Yue had been actively involved with work for some time, she was one of them. Everything was going well, but from time to time the customer would stare at her. He was a fat middle-aged boss with large a paunch, and Bai Yue felt extremely uncomfortable with his gaze on her, but since she knew that his business was very important to Qiao Wenxing, she kept it quiet and endured.

Business was talked about, the customer was invited to dinner and agreed, and as Qiao Wenxing's people, his assistant, business manager and Bai Yue followed.

At the dinner table, it became known that Bai Yue and Qiao Wenxing were lovers. The fat boss smiled, his eyes narrowing until they could no longer be seen, and complimented, "what a good wife!". It was music to Bai Yue's ears. After dinner, somehow not exhausted, the customer wanted to go to karaoke. Since the two girls, Qiao Wenxing's assistant and Bai Yue were in attendance, they did not call any escorts over, but simply drank to their hearts content.

At the dinner table, Qiao Wenxing had been called upon to toast a great deal, and he had also drank a lot in the private karaoke room. He had once been a gentleman, and he had drank like one. Not until he came to M City had he learned to drink so fiercely. At last, he bolted to the bathroom to throw up, and washed his face afterward to sober up a little. But when he went back to the room, he saw his assistant standing outside, looking a little embarrassed.

"Xiao Feng, what's the matter?" he asked.

Xiao Feng looked incredibly embarrassed and faltered, not knowing what to say. She was a highly capable girl, and Qiao Wenxing had always felt that he never paid her enough for what she was worth. When he saw this rare expression on her face, he suddenly realized exactly what was wrong, and he slammed open the door to the private room.

That greasy, fat boss was clinging to Bai Yue, one enormous paw around her shoulders, and the other kneading her fair, tender little hand. Although Bai Yue's smile was reluctant, she wasn't struggling. The people who had come with the client were laughing sleazily, while his people looked embarrassed.

No wonder Assistant Feng, a girl herself, had hidden outside!

Qiao Wenxing's stomach was already agitated, and he nearly threw up upon seeing this scene. Fire nearly coming out of his ears, he strode over and flung Bai Yue aside. Before the fat boss could react, he raised his fist.

A great commotion ensued.

Finally, the karaoke club manager had to step in to mediate. Both sides were ashamed of themselves and chose not to call the police. But that fat boss, who had been beaten black and blue, left angry words in his wake. Their big order had flown away, and the efforts of the last two months had all been in vain.

Bai Yue wept like a pear flower covered in rain. Qiao Wenxing had yelled at her, "Xiao Feng knew enough to hide. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?!"

"He, he's a big customer, and I-- I--- for the company..." she cried.

She had been molested, and it had been disgusting, but this customer had been so important to Qiao Wenxing that she had gritted her teeth and endured. But the result had been not only a loss to them, but Qiao Wenxing was also so angry. He had never before been so drunk and angry, and she was terrified.

When Qiao Wenxing heard this, his eyes turned black in anger. Since when had he needed his own woman to sell herself for his sake? He felt like he could hardly communicate with Bai Yue.

"I-- I was just trying to help..." Bai Yue said through tears.

Qiao Wenxing's people had retreated, embarrassed, outside of the private room, and only he and her were left inside. But his roar could be clearly heard through the door.

"Help me?! Do you think you're helping me? Look at what you've done!" he berated her. "If you want to help, be more like Xiao Feng! Help me by not making data errors all day!"

There was a sudden hush in the room before the sound of Bai Yue's whimpers came. Assistant Feng and the manager looked at each other awkwardly, pretending not to hear.

 

Less than half an hour after this happened, Han Yanyan knew about it.

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When she answered the phone, she was having a romantic dinner by candlelight in an elegant restaurant, a piano playing in the background. Both she and Qiao Chengyu answered their phones at the same time. One call was from the fat boss and the other from Assistant Feng.

"I did as you asked, and he couldn't take it. He blew up." The fat boss had lost the swagger he had had in front of Qiao Wenxing. His tone as he reported to Han Yanyan was deferential.

"You've worked hard," she said.

"Not at all, not at all. It's I who must thank Eldest Miss for having given me this opportunity. You can rest assured that the quality and quantity of this order are guaranteed," replied the fat boss.

"Great. So long as you can guarantee the quality, the contract is yours," Han Yanyan promised him.

 

Qiao Chengyu took the phone call from Assistant Feng. He had sent her to Qiao Wenxing. How else would Qiao Wenxing have been able to keep such a capable person on such meager wages?

By the time he hung up the phone, he was aware of the entire situation. Saying nothing, he stared at Han Yanyan.

She looked up to see that strange look in his eye. "What's the matter?" Not speaking, Qiao Chengyu studied her in silence. Suddenly it clicked, and she laughed. "Are you jealous?"

She smiled and took his hand. Her gaze was soft. "Little fool."

Qiao Chengyu was very well aware that there was no affection between Han Yanyan and Qiao Wenxing, yet he was still jealous.  is, he eats vinegar. But when she laughed again, arrogant and charming, his unhappiness dissolved.

"Are you going to break them up?" he asked.

"No." She took a sip of red wine, "It's just for fun. When life becomes too easy, I just add some spice to their relationship. "

"Don't forget what you promised."

"What?" she asked, slightly startled.

"A bottom line," Qiao Chengyu answered.

Han Yanyan rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. Even if your brother went bankrupt, it's not like he'll have nowhere to turn. When he really becomes broke, he'll go home."

At the moment, the waitress who was serving them slipped, spilling a whole bowl of oxtail soup. It was fortunate that no one was burned, but Han Yanyan's bag was ruined.

The waitress had seen many luxury items while working at this high-end restaurant, and she had a rough idea of the price of the bag. Even just cleaning would likely cost her a month's salary.

Her face turned pale.

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