The man in black standing before him must be Feng Yueyang’s assistant or bodyguard.
Definitely soone he cannot afford to offend.
He had no idea why this man was waiting at the elevator—was he specifically waiting for him?
Chong Ming glanced at Xu Si, who was hiding behind Zhu Shou, and smiled slyly: "You, yes you, co here."
Xu Si instinctively felt a touch of fear and clutched Zhu Shou’s sleeve: "President Zhu...."
Zhu Shou patted his hand: "Don’t be afraid, this gentleman is calling you, go on."
Chong Ming raised an eyebrow: "What? Afraid I’ll eat you or sothing?"
Xu Si bit his lip, steeling his nerves as he stepped forward.
Danger often ca hand in hand with opportunity; he’d rather take the gamble.
A large hand extended toward him. The broad palm was rough with calluses.
Xu Si paused in confusion: "What?"
"Your phone."
Xu Si instinctively handed over his phone.
The man unlocked it using facial recognition and took imdiate control.
Chong Ming opened the photo album, deleted several pictures and videos, then went into the "Recently Deleted" folder to permanently erase them. After confirming there were no backups, he casually tapped Xu Si’s cheek with the phone.
"Kiddo, is this what passes for cleverness at your age? Tsk, not a good look."
It was only then that Xu Si realized the man had deliberately waited for him to prevent Rong Xianning’s compromising photos from circulating.
The revelation filled him with jealousy and fear, leaving him standing speechless and stiff.
Zhu Shou quickly stepped in, his thoughts moving rapidly: "Sir, you know Rong Xianning?"
Chong Ming cast him a glance, his lips curling into a cold smile.
So that kid’s na was Rong Xianning.
"What do you think?"
The ambiguous reply left Zhu Shou perplexed. But since the man had deleted the incriminating photos Xu Si had of Rong Xianning, there was clearly so connection—and judging by the lengths he’d gone to, a deep one at that.
Rong Xianning certainly kept his cool. When had he started associating with Feng Yueyang? And he had never bragged about it.
Zhu Shou wore a flattering smile, careful and ingratiating: "Ah, so it’s all been a misunderstanding. Sir, you might not know, Rong is a friend Young Master Huang invited. On his way back, he encountered an incident. If it weren’t for you and Mr. Feng stepping in, Rong might have been in serious trouble today. He’s a lucky one, indeed. On behalf of Young Master Huang, I thank you and Mr. Feng deeply. If the opportunity arises, please honor us with your presence at Zirui Pavilion for a proper thank-you."
If he could leverage this chance to connect with Feng Yueyang, it would be a powerful resource. Surely Mr. Huang would view him in a new light.
In the months Chong Ming had spent at Feng Yueyang’s side, he had weathered countless intense business wars. He’d seen every trick and sche from seasoned veterans and was already one step ahead of Zhu Shou’s petty calculations.
"So this is how your Young Master Huang treats his friends, huh?" Chong Ming remarked pointedly, glancing at the phone he held.
Cold sweat drenched Zhu Shou’s forehead, but denying any wrongdoing now would be catastrophic: "It’s a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding. Please, let explain...."
"Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, you know the truth better than anyone. From now on, if there’s any rumor detrintal to Rong Xianning, you, and your so-called Young Master Huang—none of you will escape the consequences."
Chong Ming’s sharp warning sent them trembling in fear.
He tossed the phone back into Xu Si’s arms. At that mont, the elevator doors slowly opened before him. Without sparing them another look, Chong Ming stepped inside.
As the elevator doors closed, Xu Si shivered uncontrollably: "President... President Zhu, what do we do now?"
Zhu Shou glared at him, exasperated: "This ss is entirely your doing. What were you thinking, taking secret photos? Planning to use them against Rong Xianning? You’re young, but all that scheming in your head—what good could possibly co of it?"
Xu Si looked utterly defeated, unwilling to argue back.
Who would have thought Rong Xianning knew soone far more influential than Young Master Huang? He wouldn’t dare release those photos even if he were given ten lives.
Outside the club, a car was quietly parked at the entrance.
Feng Cheng climbed into the car, curling up into a corner without saying a word.
Rong Xianning paused before getting on, turning to look at Shen You’an.
In the night, the girl’s dark eyes gazed at him steadily, just like when they first t.
Ti had brought physical maturity, but it had also left sothing deeper in their minds.
Rong Xianning’s heart raced wildly, surging within his chest. He ultimately walked toward her and held out his WeChat QR code.
Shen You’an said nothing, pulling out her phone to scan his code. The two added each other as friends.
Rong Xianning turned and got into the car.
Feng Yueyang stood to the side, watching with confusion. Did these two know each other or not?
There was sothing odd about the vibe between them.
The car drove off, disappearing into the night.
Feng Yueyang muttered: "Boss, what’s the deal between you two?"
Shen You’an thought for a mont: "Friends, I suppose."
Damn it, Feng Yueyang was jealous. How did a little punk manage to beco the boss’s friend?
Feng Yueyang quietly pulled out his own QR code: "Boss, I want to add you too."
Shen You’an ignored him: "Let’s go; we have work to do."
Feng Yueyang was left dazed. The ruthless and decisive "Mr. Feng" that outsiders feared looked like a clueless puppy in front of this young woman. If his subordinates or business rivals saw this, their jaws would drop.
"What work?"
Shen You’an brushed off her sleeve, her gaze icy:
"That guy surnad Liang—beat him to a pulp."
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