After comforting Chu Xiaoran, Xiao Zheng also found so relief for his own gloomy mood. Then, he asked Chu Xiaoran to continue working at the talent agency, while he went to work as well.
Xiao Zheng’s reputation at Qianqiu Group had thoroughly spread. Even though he routinely skipped work, often taking leaves and working sporadically, no one objected.
On the contrary, as soon as Xiao Zheng arrived at the office, all the employees would fawn over him in an extrely sycophantic manner—so beautiful won even took the initiative to approach Xiao Zheng, hoping he would go out with them.
Regarding these matters, Xiao Zheng simply smiled it off and busied himself playing on his computer in his office.
Soon, it was ti to leave work. Xiao Zheng left the company, and as he was about to head ho, soone suddenly stood in front of him.
Xiao Zheng looked up and was surprised to see a familiar face—it was Xiao Yufei’s matchmaker date, Fan Mingzhe.
"You... Brother Fan? Do you need sothing?" Xiao Zheng smiled faintly.
Xiao Zheng didn’t have a good impression of Fan Mingzhe. At the matchmaking dinner, Fan Mingzhe appeared affable and friendly on the surface, but behind the scenes, he had pulled several dirty tricks to embarass Xiao Zheng, so his tone was very cold.
Most people would realize from the tone that the other party did not want to talk and would cleverly walk away. However, Fan Minzhe was intentionally seeking Xiao Zheng, so he directly ignored Xiao Zheng’s cold deanor, saying with a smile, "After the last matchmaking dinner, I’ve been deeply concerned about Mr. Xiao’s style, so I wanted to invite Mr. Xiao to dinner. I wonder if you could grace with your presence?"
Xiao Zheng shook his head directly, "I don’t have ti, I can’t go." His refusal was very blunt.
Fan Mingzhe’s smile stiffened on his face, but he still refused to give up, saying, "It’s just a al, it won’t take much ti. Brother Xiao, are you really going to refuse and not give this face?"
Xiao Zheng laughed dismissively.
Give you face? What face do you have?
Right then, he simply shook his head again, "I really don’t have the ti, Brother Fan. Please, go back."
Saying this, he walked straight past Fan Mingzhe, very decisively, completely ignoring him.
Fan Mingzhe’s expression darkened, feeling a humiliating disregard. He wanted to burst out in anger, but in the end, he restrained himself.
Thinking it over, Fan Mingzhe pulled a cold, sinister smile on his lips, "Do you really not want to have a al with ? Honestly speaking, I do have a matter that concerns the lifelong happiness of Xiao Yufei. Don’t you care at all?"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing the na "Xiao Yufei," Xiao Zheng stopped in his tracks. He did have so fondness for this fiery police beauty. Xiao Yufei was forthright and just, creating a very refreshing feeling.
"What matter do you want to discuss?" Xiao Zheng turned around and looked at Fan Mingzhe, eyes slightly narrowed, he asked.
Fan Mingzhe smiled, "Shall we talk here? How about we find a coffee shop and discuss it properly?"
Xiao Zheng nodded.
Fan Mingzhe smiled, leading Xiao Zheng to a rather upscale coffee shop, where they sat down and ordered two cups of coffee.
"All right, what matter did you want to talk about?" Xiao Zheng leaned back lazily in his chair and asked faintly.
Perhaps to others, Fan Mingzhe seed like a true elite, securing significant fa in Hollywood at a young age, and upon returning to his country, he received plenty of resources with a promising future ahead.
But to Xiao Zheng, Fan Mingzhe just wasn’t impressive. The only reason he was sitting here talking to Fan Mingzhe was because of Xiao Yufei. Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother sitting with him.
Fan Mingzhe stared at Xiao Zheng, his expression becoming serious as he said, "Since that’s the case, I’ll get straight to the point."
"Hmm."
"Xiao Zheng, leave Xiao Yufei," Fan Mingzhe said straight into Xiao Zheng’s eyes, his tone even.
"Leave Xiao Yufei?" Upon hearing these words, Xiao Zheng was taken aback and then laughed, shaking his head, "Whether I leave Xiao Yufei or not is none of your business, right?"
Fan Mingzhe sneered, "I say this for Yu Fei’s sake. You’re not suitable for her."
Xiao Zheng actually beca interested, laughing, "How do you figure that?"
Fan Mingzhe’s eyes showed a hint of arrogance, "You have no money, no status, no fa—just a minor employee in a company. How can you possibly be a match for Yu Fei? Don’t think my words are harsh; I’m only stating facts. You should know by now that Yu Fei’s family background isn’t poor at all; her parents are quite influential in society. Initially, the two of you together might not care about these things, but as ti goes by, your differences will only grow. Whether it’s living habits, spending habits, or thinking habits, you’ll face major conflicts. Eventually, it will only end in tragedy."
Fan Mingzhe continued calmly, "I believe you understand these truths. If you truly care about Xiao Yufei, you should step back from this relationship, let go, and let her have a better choice."
"So, that better choice would be you, wouldn’t it?" Xiao Zheng’s mouth curled into a smile.
"Of course, it’s . Only I am a suitable match for Yu Fei," Fan Mingzhe nodded.
Then, with a smile, he said, "Of course, I wouldn’t let you suffer either."
With that, he took a check out of his bag, pulled out a pen, wrote down an amount of one million, and slid the check across to Xiao Zheng.
"Just agree to break up with Yu Fei and this check is yours. One million. You couldn’t earn this much money even after four or five years of work. It’s even enough for a down paynt on a house in Zhonghai."
Fan Mingzhe’s face was marked with a subtle proud smile.
Just casually offering a million was not sothing everyone could do.
He believed, anyone would be tempted by this one million.
Even more so a re employee like Xiao Zheng?
"Heh."
However, Xiao Zheng let out a cold laugh, without even glancing at the check.
Fan Mingzhe couldn’t restrain his anger, "What, one million isn’t enough for you?"
He took back the check he had slid in front of Xiao Zheng, tore it up, and then hastily wrote three million on another check, pushing it toward Xiao Zheng.
"Three million, that’s my final offer! Don’t push your luck further," Fan Minzhe said coldly.
The temptation of one million might be resistible, but he didn’t believe Xiao Zheng could withstand the allure of three million.
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