“Ask Chris to come and see me.” He lowered his head and stared at the folder in his hand. Qi Che's expression became darker and darker, and even his voice became colder.
“Okay.” It looked like Chris was next.
“That's it?” Qi Che was obviously dissatisfied with the information in his hands. It was too little. The two of them actually lived in such a small place? Hao Lianfei, the dignified director of the public relations department, was just for show. Had she sold the villa he gave her last year?
“Transfer Hao Lianfei to Africa tomorrow to discuss a business deal.”
“Not... Africa?” Du Jue thought he had heard wrong.
Qi Che raised his eyebrows impatiently. “Can't I?”
“Yes! Of course you can!”
Suddenly, Qi Che's phone vibrated. There were very few people who would send him messages. After a casual glance, Qi Che's face instantly turned green.
“Go to the Pearl on the Water.”
“Yes sir.”
The Pearl on the Water was the most powerful club in the city. It was said that the secretive owner had a great background, and was a well-known playboy in the capital.
The Pearl on the Water was dimly lit at night, and exuded luxury. Qi Che put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and walked straight through the gorgeous hall. Wherever he passed, everyone automatically made way for him.
In the huge office on the tenth floor, Tang Yiyi looked at Qi Che's tense, handsome face and smiled nastily. Ever since a male host who looked very similar to Qi Che had been hired by his club, Qi Che had never come again.
“Aiyo! What wind blew our busy CEO Qi here?”
Qi Che glanced at him unhappily. “Don't act like a lapdog.” If the Tang family's old man found out about this mischievous look, he would definitely be angered to death.
“Today is our little Ah Che's first time serving a guest. Don’t cause trouble!“ Tang Yiyi continued to stroke his tiger whiskers fearlessly.
“Don’t you believe that I can tear down this lousy place of yours right now?”
This was the first time Tang Yiyi had ever seen Qi Che so brazenly threaten someone. He was shocked. “I say, did you take the wrong medicine today?”
They had grown up together, and he knew that Qi Che was best at beating people behind their backs. He never lost face.
“That damned No. 9 is in that room?” He tugged at Tang Yiyi's checkered shirt, the impatience in his eyes becoming more obvious.
“938...”
Without waiting for anything more, Qi Che walked out. Tang Yiyi followed behind him, flustered. “Let me make it clear that you are not allowed to complain to the old man.”
In Room 938, more than a dozen people were gloating as they watched Xu Hehe’s drunken antics.
From time to time, someone would curl their lips in disdain. “Tsk! This alcohol tolerance is too embarrassing.”
Xu Hehe sat on the sofa in a daze. Her pink cheeks were flushed red. With a face that resembled Ah Che beside her, she couldn’t bear to reject him, for fear of his sad expression.
“I'm sorry, I can't drink anymore.” She had always abstained from alcohol. Tonight, she had already made an exception. Even if the other party looked like Ah Che, she knew that it wasn't him.
"Senior Sister, don't let No.9 down.”
“Yes, Hehe. It's rare for everyone to gather together. Don't spoil the mood.” Yan Chuqing encouraged her to take some more alcohol with a malicious smile.
She had already thought of a way to get Leng Yunfeng to drag Hao Lianfei along. She reckoned that it wouldn't last for long. She had to get No.9 to succeed as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if Che came early, everything wouldn't be fun anymore.
Xu Hehe shook her head in a daze. She felt that there were many double images in front of her. Her brain had almost lost the ability to think, and she didn't even notice that she was being carried out of the private room.
“Where's Feifei? I want to look for Feifei!” Xu Hehe waved her hand randomly.
No. 9, who looked 80% similar to Qi Che, revealed an evil smile. However, his frivolous expression was worlds apart from Qi Che's.
“Be good. Feifei had something to do and left first. She left you with me to take care of. I'll send you home.”
"That heartless person. She brought me here and left me behind.” Xu Hehe closed her heavy eyelids. Her entire body was helpless, held tightly in No. 9's embrace.
The moment the private room door closed, No. 9 nodded at Yan Chuqing and quickly walked into the elevator with Xu Hehe in his arms.
The guest room was above the tenth floor of the Pearl on the Water. At this time, room 1102 on the eleventh floor had already been opened. No. 9 hurriedly kicked the door open.
He had seen many beautiful women, yet it was rare to see such a peerless beauty. Today, he was really lucky in love.
Suddenly, something ice-cold and metallic was pressed against the back of his head. No. 9 was so scared that he did not move at all. The only sound that could be heard in the pitch-black room was a click. Instantly, the lights turned bright.
“CEO... CEO Qi?” His trembling voice was so shaky that he could not even speak. A premonition of great disaster had caused No. 9 to almost kneel on the ground.
Qi Che stood in front of him, a livid expression on his face. He pulled Xu Hehe away, and punched No. 9 with his right hand. The man was instantly out cold.
“If that hand is on you, chop that hand off.” A bone-chilling voice came from above.
“Yes sir!”
“Wait! Destroy his face while you're at it.”
“Yes sir!” He dared to endanger the person in the CEO's heart. He had been courting death.
After Du Jue dragged the man away, only Qi Che was left in the huge room, with the sleeping Xu Hehe in his arms.
Staring at the woman in front of him, who had been thinking about him, a hint of struggle appeared in Qi Che's eyes.
Hehe, don't even think about escaping when you come back.
The next day, Xu Hehe woke up with a severe headache. Everything from last night seemed to have happened five years ago. She originally thought it was a dream, but now it seemed that everything was real.
Feeling the steady breathing beside her, Xu Hehe unconsciously let out a satisfied smile.
Fu Mengyao must have gone mad with anger, right? Who knew how Fu Junxing would torture her mother?
She wasn't afraid of Fu Mengyao, but she couldn't ignore her mother. Thinking of this, Xu Hehe frowned deeply, got up in a sorry state, dressed, and left.
The crisp sound of the door closing was heard. Qi Che, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp and clear expression didn’t show the slightest bit of sleepiness.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his joints turned slightly white, and the anger in his eyes was almost burning.
Xu Hehe, you're ruthless. You're really ruthless. You were like this five years ago, but you disappeared without a trace the next day. Five years later, don't even think about it. This time, he would never let her go.
He was clearly extremely resentful, but he could not let it go, could not throw it away, and could not leave.
In front of the revolving door on the first floor, Xu Hehe happened to meet Du Jue, who was carrying a handbag.
Looking at Du Jue's ambiguous gaze, Xu Hehe cleared her throat awkwardly. “That... Please don't mention meeting me here to Ah Che.”
Du Jue frowned in confusion. He looked at Xu Hehe and lowered his head to look at the beautifully wrapped bag in his hand.
Should he remind Miss Xu that the CEO had ordered him to go to the villa early in the morning and bring a whole set of women's clothes over?
“Thank you!” Not wanting to delay any longer, Xu Hehe bowed and almost ran away.
Shrugging his shoulders, Du Jue carried the bag to room 1102. He knocked on the door but no one answered. With a gentle push, the half-closed door slowly opened.
Arriving at the bedroom, Qi Che was leaning against the headboard in a daze. His eyes were out of focus as he looked into the unknown distance, like a soulless puppet.
Du Jue's heart was instantly lifted. The president was like this again. How could Xu Hehe be so ruthless?
“Have you found out?” After a long time, Qi Che's voice slowly came through. His hoarse voice carried deep fatigue and his eyes were bloodshot.
Du Jue's thick brows were tightly knitted. The president's appearance clearly showed that his eyes had been open all night.
“It's Yan Chuqing.”
Qi Che's lips curled into a cold smile. “She's becoming more and more restless.”
“It's because you usually indulge her too much,” Du Jue muttered in a low voice, as if he had been dissatisfied for a long time.
“Southeast Asia lacks a person in charge, so let Yan Chuqing go. She's not allowed to come back in the future.” After saying this, Qi Che closed his eyes slightly. His fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.
After a long while, he didn't hear the sound of the door closing. Qi Che opened his eyes impatiently and saw Du Jue standing by the bed with a conflicted expression.
"Speak!"
“CEO.” Du Jue organized his words in his mind, and probed gently. “What about Miss Xu's side? Why don't we just snatch her back?”
“Are you too free?” Qi Che's voice became colder.
Du Jue had followed him for so many years, how could he not understand his pain? He really didn't know what to be conflicted about. If you can't let it go, then snatch it back. Where did the president's iron-fisted methods go?