When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Chu He was speechless and glared at Xiao Cheng fiercely.

Xiao Cheng was happy to listen and started chatting with the driver enthusiastically: "Uncle, what you said makes so much sense. I've been coaxing you for a long time, but you still give me a cold shoulder. Honey, give your man some face outside, and you can do whatever you want when you get home."

After saying that, he threw a coquettish glance at Chu He and unbuttoned a button on the collar of his shirt with his hand.

What do you mean you can do whatever you want?

Chu He couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Stop the car..."

But the car had already reached the overpass and couldn't stop.

Just like that, I endured the noise from the two men in the car.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Chu He returned to the gallery and just sat down in the office.

Meng Qi walked in with a serious look on her face. Her high heels made a clicking sound as she stepped on them. She looked exhausted and must have just returned from outside.

Still mumbling, he picked up a bottle of water from the cabinet, unscrewed the lid angrily, tilted his head back, and gulped down half the bottle. Then he said, "Xiao He, we might be in big trouble this time!"

Chu He was looking at the exhibition plan in her hand. She glanced at Meng Qi and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't those clubs in South City place orders for paintings from us? They delivered them on schedule, but they refuse to pay the balance. Their CEO, Mr. Li, is a complete scoundrel and impossible to communicate with."

Chu He tightened the grip on the paper in her hand. She had an impression of this Mr. Li. He owned more than a dozen high-end clubs in Wancheng. This man was lustful and had a very bad character. It was said that he had a background in the underworld.

Chu He hesitated for a long time when she accepted his order. If Meng Qi didn't want to make money, she wouldn't want to deal with such a person.

Chu He: "Did you tell me why?"

Meng Qi: "I should have listened to you and not taken the order. There's no regrets now... We wrote down every detail of the image in black and white in the contract. Now that the goods have been delivered, they say our ideas are too different from theirs and accuse us of plagiarism."

The most important thing right now is to solve the problem. Even if Chu He doesn't care about the final payment, the people under him still need to eat.

Putting down the brochure in her hand, Chu He picked up her phone from the table, glanced at Meng Qi, and asked, "Who is responsible for this order?"

"Qiao Yueyue."

Qiao Yueyue is a painter in the gallery. She is beautiful, calm and honest.

She has been working in the gallery for three years and has a solid foundation in art. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be officially promoted to chief painter by the end of the year.

But as expected, an accident happened.

"Okay, I understand. Qiqi, go make an appointment with Mr. Li. I'll bring Qiao Yueyue with me."

Meng Qi shook his head, took out his cell phone and made a call.

Sure enough, when they heard that Chu He was going to negotiate in person, they immediately agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Qi said worriedly:

"Xiao He, the other party has made an appointment tonight at the Hot Spring Villa in the south of the city. Why am I so worried? Do you think he has bad intentions?"

Chu He thought for a moment, raised her wrist to look at the time on her watch, and quickly grabbed the phone on the table and put it in her bag.

"Call Qiao Yueyue and ask her to wait for me in the parking lot now." After he finished speaking, he disappeared outside the door.

The gallery is about two hours away from the Chengnan Hot Spring Villa, and it will be almost six o'clock if we rush there now.

It gets dark early in this season, so she has to arrive before dinner, otherwise she might get into unnecessary trouble when facing someone like Mr. Li.