Depressed wife runs with the ball

He wiped his hands with a hot towel, picked up his chopsticks and started eating nonchalantly, taking small sips. He said quietly, "Are you buying Qucho to force me to submit?"

"I really like talking to smart people." Zhou Xingzhi was in an unprecedented good mood.

Chu Yue was silent. She... really couldn't think of any way to get rid of him, at least not now.

She needed to protect Qucho, and even more so, this job. Ji Yan still hadn't paid back the 30 yuan, and she still needed to study abroad, all of which required money. Even if the acquisition was real, Zhou Xingzhi would have a way to reduce her stake to a minimum.

"Childish!" He still couldn't control his temper and cursed.

"Isn't it childish to buy the entire Qucho just to poach you?" He filled a bowl of chicken soup, placed it on the turntable, and turned it in front of her.

"Childish." Chu Yue pulled out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth. He didn't take the bowl of chicken soup. He looked at him and continued, "I am Qucho's technical support. All three partners are indispensable. I don't know what Mr. Zhou's request is, but it must be that I leave Ji Yan."

"No matter how dirty my relationship with him is in your eyes, we really can't live without each other."

Zhou Xingzhi's eyes quickly dimmed, and then turned cold again. He gripped the cup even tighter, and the veins on the back of his hand became prominent.

"Does Ji Yan know that you are selling paintings? Aren't you short of money? Working beside me, how could I be short of your little money?" He calmed down and threatened in a calm tone.

Chu Yue's temples jumped twice unconsciously. He stood up, and his back knees hit the chair. The legs of the stool dragged on the floor, making a harsh friction sound.

"What did you do to Su Ying?"

"It's nothing. Isn't she working well at Ji Yan Bar?" He tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.

This anxious and irritated look is much more vivid than the cold and aloof look under the guise of work.

Chu Yue took out her cell phone and called Su Ying. When the call was connected, she seemed to be in a good mood, and the surroundings were very noisy.

"Yingying, where are you?"

"I work at a bar. Where else could I be? What's going on?"

"Nothing, just asking, hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yue still looked at Zhou Xingzhi vigilantly.

"It's just work, why are you so nervous?" He thought it was funny. Did this girl think of herself as some omnipotent gangster?

"My request is just for you to work at Xinghui, what do you think it is?"

If Chu Yue leaves Qucho, the business will lose at least half, which she cannot do. Moreover, as a partner, she cannot betray Ji Yan.

Unable to think of a better solution, he sat down dejectedly, pondered for a long time, and murmured, "Give me a few days to think about it."

"You have no room for consideration. Your father, Chu Jie'an, runs a small auto parts company. Maybe you don't want to care about them, but you won't ignore your brother. If they collapse, your brother will be finished." Zhou Xingzhi put down his chopsticks. He originally thought that Ji Yan could make her surrender, but it turned out not to be the case.

"Zhou Xingzhi! Xinghui has no shortage of talent. It would be easy for you to recruit graduates from Harvard or Stanford. Why are you holding on to me? What's more, I'm just an ordinary designer." She was so angry that her face began to look bad, and she frowned at the culprit.

"Ordinary? How sad would Professor Yang be if he knew you were so self-deprecating?"

Chu Yue held the goblet and drank the red wine in it.

"What does Mr. Zhou want me to do at Xinghui? Designer?"

"Special Assistant, my special assistant."

"I won't." Chu Yue sat down to eat, still thinking about how to avoid this so-called acquisition. "Besides, the three-year graphic design contract hasn't been completed yet. Mr. Zhou, if I don't participate in the design, it won't be good for Xinghui, right?"

That makes some sense. "Do you think I care about that little bit of profit?"

Chu Yue exerted a little force on the hand holding the red wine glass, and the glass broke. The glass pierced into the flesh and blood oozed out.

The slight pain brought her a moment of peace of mind, and looking at the cut skin in the palm of her hand, she actually breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me see, why are you so careless?" Zhou Xingzhi stood up and wanted to check her injuries.

"Don't come over here!" Chu Yue always thought that if she could get rid of Shen Yaolin, she could live the life she wanted.

"You're so ridiculous and superficial." She clenched her fists and burst into tears. "A woman, once she falls in love with someone, wants to keep him, to control him, to imprison him."

Zhou Xingzhi frowned and stood still. She didn't shed a tear when she was rescued from Xie Yanzhou.

"Yueyue..."

Jiang Tao knocked on the door, holding a medicine box. Zhou Xingzhi took the box and let him go. He sat down next to Chu Yue, took her wrist, and examined her wound. It was not deep, with some glass fragments. He carefully sorted it out and carefully wiped away the blood with a cotton swab.

"I just want you to work beside me. Is it really that difficult?"

He used tweezers to remove the glass and disinfected her with alcohol. Afraid of hurting her, he blew gently on the area where the alcohol had been sprayed.

"I checked. You were accepted into the Central Academy of Fine Arts before you even reached adulthood. You excel in both academic and professional subjects. Xinghui is indeed in need of talent like you. As a woman, I don't want to confine you to me."

He explained softly, took out a piece of paper and wanted to wipe her tears. Chu Yue turned her head away stubbornly and wiped away her tears with her other hand.

"Since Mr. Zhou knows the background of my resume, he should understand that designer is the job I love, and special assistant is not my ideal career." Chu Yue calmed down and dealt with him calmly.

Zhou Xingzhi sighed softly, bandaged her, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "Three years. One Qucho in exchange for you working at Xinghui for three years. It's a good deal."

The wound was irritated by alcohol, and Chu Yue subconsciously wanted to retract it, but he was held tightly.

This girl was indeed very clever, not to be swayed by persuasion, and she saw through his intentions from the beginning. Even when she was styling his clothes, she was very well-behaved, afraid of getting in the way.

When he sat down next to her, Chu Yue realized that there was nothing incongruous about his appearance today, in a suit and tie, with an arrogant look.

From the beginning, she knew that his office and cloakroom decor indicated a high level of aesthetic taste, but as a designer, he still found her weakness.

"I'll ask someone to clean it up and change the cup." After treating the wound, Zhou Xingzhi sat next to her and called the waiter.

Chu Yue said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your hospitality today. I'm done eating. As for the three-year labor contract with Xinghui, I'll consider it."

After saying that, she picked up her bag and was about to leave. Zhou Xingzhi grabbed her wrist and said somewhat firmly, "Finish the meal with me. This is also part of the job of a special assistant. I'll take you back later."

Chu Yue could only sit there and wait for him to finish eating. She was speechless all the way back to Cuiyuan.

"The wound cannot come into contact with water for the next two days. Let me know after Qucho finishes the formalities." Zhou Xingzhi gave instructions before getting off the car.

At work, Ji Yan didn't show up. Uncle Jia had been quietly observing the reactions of these two people these past few days. They both looked worried, so he didn't ask too many questions. Today, when he saw Chu Yue go find Ji Yan, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Yue, has anything changed?"

Chu Yue gestured for him to come to the office to talk.

"This Zhou Xingzhi is indeed coming for me." He fiddled with the middle finger of the puppet hand on the table, his mind wandering.

"Uncle Jia, you don't actually want the firm to be acquired, right? If it were acquired, you wouldn't have any say in Xinghui, which wouldn't be a good thing for you."

"Well, I'm an old man. If I can continue to stay in Qucho, I will always have freedom. But Ji Yan and you..."

"I'm afraid... I can't continue working here with you." Chu Yue tossed and turned last night, still unable to think of any way to protect everyone.

"We still have to wait for Ji Yan to come and discuss this matter together." Uncle Jia didn't think it mattered, but more than half of the firm's business came from Chu Yue's design style and aesthetics. If she was not there, the firm would probably have a hard time.

Both of them remained silent.