Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

The assistant approached Mr. Zhao cautiously and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhao, let's find a way to reconcile. Do you still remember Zhou Mufeng from Zhou Group? I heard that he also had feelings for Mr. Huo's woman back then, but... " The assistant hesitated to speak, his eyes flickering.

Mr. Zhao was shocked when he heard this.

Of course he remembered Zhou Mufeng, the third-generation rich man who was once a big shot in the business world, had countless girlfriends, and finally died suddenly and inexplicably in prison.

The official explanation was a sudden heart attack, but everyone in the circle knew that he had no underlying illness at all.

"Go on." Mr. Zhao's voice was a little tense.

The assistant swallowed, "It is said that Zhou Mufeng was not having a bad time in prison, but on the night before he was about to appeal, suddenly..."

Mr. Zhao only felt a chill on his back and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

He thought back to his behind-the-scenes manipulation of the Huo Group this month. Back then, he had been complacent, thinking he could use the anti-dumping duties in the German market as a breakthrough to defeat him in one fell swoop. Now, thinking about it, it was simply courting death.

"Mr. Zhao, do you want to apologize to Mr. Huo..." The assistant hesitated to speak.

President Zhao waved his hand: "This time it was us who screwed the Huo Group. Can an apology solve the problem?" President Zhao seemed to see Huo Chenjun's sharp eyes.

He signaled his assistant to leave. He needed to think carefully about how to make up for this fatal mistake.

Perhaps, proactively apologizing in person wouldn't solve the problem? Then what should he do... He had also heard that Huo Chenjun was always vicious...

This afternoon, Mr. Zhao felt for the first time that sitting in this luxurious office was as dangerous as sitting on the edge of a volcano.

At this moment, the door of Mr. Zhao's office was pushed open suddenly, and the heavy solid wooden door hit the wall with a loud "bang".

Before Mr. Zhao could even look up, a strong scent of perfume hit him in the face, and then a fat figure rushed in aggressively.

Mr. Zhao’s wife, Chen Pingping, was wearing a tight rose-red dress with sequins on the hem sparkling under the light. She also wore a black cashmere coat, which made her bloated figure even more conspicuous.

She wore a thick gold necklace around her neck and a diamond-studded watch on her wrist. Her face was flushed and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, obviously she had come in a hurry.

"Zhao Xikai! You ungrateful thing!" Chen Pingping's voice was sharp and piercing. She strode up to Mr. Zhao, raised her fat palm, and slapped him hard.

"Pa!" The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the office.

A bright red palm print immediately appeared on Mr. Zhao's face, and his glasses were knocked askew and hung awkwardly on the bridge of his nose.

Before he could react, Chen Pingping had already grabbed his tie and pulled it so hard that it almost suffocated him.

"You have achieved your current status thanks to our Chen family, and now you dare to have an affair with this little secretary behind my back!" Chen Pingping's voice became louder and louder, and spit sprayed all over Mr. Zhao's face.

Her other hand pointed directly at the door, where her secretary Xiao Zhang was standing with her head lowered.

Xiao Zhang wore a white business suit with a skirt that barely reached her knees, and black high heels. Her long hair was loose, covering half her face, and her shoulders were shaking slightly, clearly frightened. She was clutching a document, her fingers gripping the paper so tightly that their tips had turned white.

"Pingping, how did you know? ... This must be a misunderstanding. Let me explain..." Mr. Zhao spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse. He tried to break free from Chen Pingping's hand, but she was incredibly strong, and the tie tightened around him.

"Explain? What do you want to explain?" Chen Pingping sneered, loosened his tie, and grabbed the documents on the desk and threw them to the ground. "Don't worry about how I know. You flirt with her every day, do you think I'm blind?"

Mr. Zhao's face turned pale and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

His suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, the collar of his shirt was ripped open, and a button had fallen off. He subconsciously looked at his secretary, Xiao Zhang, with a hint of panic and guilt in his eyes.

"Zhao Xikai, I'm telling you, if you dare to hook up with this little secretary again, I'll make you lose everything!" Chen Pingping's voice was almost blowing the roof off the house. "Don't forget, I still hold the majority of the company's shares! If you dare mess around, I'll kick you off the board!"

Mr. Zhao's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

His eyes fell on his secretary Xiao Zhang, and he saw her with her head down, tears falling drop by drop to the floor.

Chen Pingping glared at Mr. Zhao fiercely, turned and walked towards the door, her high heels making a "dong dong" sound on the floor.

When she passed by Xiao Zhang, she stopped and said coldly, "You don't need to come to work tomorrow."

The document in Xiao Zhang's hand fell to the ground. She raised her head and looked at Mr. Zhao with tears in her eyes. Her lips moved, but she said nothing. She turned and quickly left the office.

The door was slammed shut, and Mr. Zhao was the only one left in the office.

He sat dejectedly in the chair, his tie askew, his suit wrinkled, and the bright red palm print still on his face.

He looked down at the documents scattered on the ground, feeling bewildered. Ever since he plotted against the Huo Group, all the bad things had happened one after another.

He was wondering how Chen Pingping suddenly found out about his dealings with his secretary, as he had always kept them confidential.