Chapter 392 - A Not So Pleasant Reunion
Now she is also sharing her things with you…
Yunru forced himself to calm down and thought about it.
Maybe that cream is on the verge of expiry, so Princess just donated it? She is Princess, after all. She wouldn't keep expired products with her so better to dump them on him.
Thinking like that gave him a little peace of mind.
Feng Xiao and Zizi left, making Yunru straighten up too. He didn't know if he should follow them or not. He only wanted to see who this friend was.
But now, he felt even more restless on seeing Feng Xiao! He felt a headache coming.
He called one of his colleagues. "I am taking the day off."
"Ah? Wasn't it a half day off?"
Yunru clenched his jaw. "Yes...But now it's a full day because I have no choice. Just pray that I don't lose my path of righteousness and non-violence today."
"What are you babbling on, Yunru?"
"I hope it remains babbling only till the end of the day because if things get worse, then somebody…" he menacingly glared at Feng Xiao, "will end up in the hospital today, and I will end up in jail for putting him in the hospital."
"..."
He hung and steeled himself.
Alright, Feng Xiao, you bastard. You better stay within your limits today!
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Xinyi was pacing back and forth in nervousness, holding the project file in her hands. By that point, even Zhiyuan got dizzy. He held her shoulders and put a brake on her.
"Don't be nervous. You will do great in the presentation."
Today was the day of the bid presentation, where they were competing with Liao Yuan and other companies for a major project deal. Xinyi was going to present Han Corps' proposal, but just an hour before the presentation, her stage fright and anxiety engulfed her. It had been a long time since she went on the stage, and now she was getting cold feet.
Zhiyuan was supposed to present it at first, but Xinyi asked if she could do it. Of course, he felt proud and had no issues.
Xinyi said, "I am okay…"
Zhiyuan shook his head. "Doesn't look like it. You are even trembling a little."
He thought for a moment if he should take it up and do the presentation if Xinyi was really uncomfortable. But he dumped that idea. He knew how strong and capable his wife was. He believed in her, and he knew once the initial fright settled down, she would do it like a pro. Plus, he also wanted everybody to be in awe of his beautiful wife.
Zhiyuan smiled. "You know, if you get afraid, you can always find your handsome husband in the audience. Just look at me and nobody else."
Xinyi cleared her throat. "If I look at you, then I will definitely stumble."
He gasped. "Why? I will be a source of your confidence!"
"You will be a source of my laughter. I will definitely start laughing on stage because of you!"
"..."
"I won't do anything to make you laugh. Of course, I will be very serious."
"No. I will look at anybody but not you."
"Ouch! That hurts..." He scratched his chin, and his expression blackened. "No, wait! Anybody but me and Liao Yuan! Him too! You won't look at him either!"
Her mouth twitched. "Why not?"
His gaze was chilly. "Of course not. I don't want that bastard to get any ideas about you! What if he thought that 'Xinyi likes me because she looked at me in her time of distress and not at Zhiyuan.'"
"..."
"I don't want him to get all delusional. So promise me, you won't look at him," He held her hand and showed her a pitiful puppy expression.
"Alright…" she helplessly said.
Zhiyuan's mood turned better.
At the conference hall, they naturally crossed paths with none other than Liao Yuan. Zhiyuan would have immediately left, but he decided to give him some face as Han Corp's rival.
Liao Yuan smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Xinyi returned a polite smile while Zhiyuan didn't give any smile at all.
"Oof. Don't be so uptight, Zhiyuan. We met after a long time," he chuckled.
Zhiyuan coldly said, "And feel lucky that I am giving you some face, or I would have simply walked past you. Don't bother with any greetings."
Liao Yuan narrowed his eyes. Xinyi coughed and shot a stare at Zhiyuan not to be rude. He snorted.
Liao Yuan looked at Xinyi. "I wish you all the best."
Zhiyuan smiled. "We are rivals. You should wish that to yourself because you need a lot of luck to win against us. But even so, your chances look bleak."
"Confidence is good, Han Zhiyuan but not overconfidence. It will hurt if you fall flat on your face."
Zhiyuan beamed. "Even if I fall flat on my face, I have my lovely wife to console me."
Xinyi - "..."
"On the other hand, if you fall flat, you will have to dress your wounds yourself."
"Not really."
A woman stepped up and stood beside Liao Yuan in a prim and proper formal dress, hair tied in a bun, looking professional.
Zhiyuan and Xinyi stared at her unblinkingly. Suddenly, Zhiyuan flew into a rage as he recognized Huang Rong.
The same Huang Rong, Qin Fuhua's fiance, who exposed Xinyi's attempted abortion at the reunion gathering and tried to ruin her reputation.
If not for the other CEOs present here, he would have roared at her. Instead, he said in an extremely quiet but deadly voice that could make someone shudder in fear.
"What are you doing here?"
Silence. Huang Rong clenched the file in her hands, visibly nervous. Xinyi, too, couldn't react.
Liao Yuan noticed something odd in the atmosphere. "Is anything wrong?"
Zhiyuan directed his icy aura at him. "Why is she with you?"
"Why won't she? She is my secretary, Huang Rong. She will be giving the presentation for Liao Corps today."
Xinyi and Zhiyuan slowly widened their eyes. "Secretary?"
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