Chapter 1092: Chapter 1090: Or Should I Say I, Ji Dabao, Covered It Up
Early Monday morning, as usual, Xiao Li drove Ji Huan to the airport, and Zhu Qianyu naturally accompanied him there.
Ji Huan boarded a flight from R City to L City, and almost at the same time, Zhu Zhizhou from L City, accompanied by his eldest son Zhu Junzhao and Chen Jing, also boarded a flight to R City.
At ten o’clock, Ji Rui had just finished the regular Monday meeting and was in the office discussing the recent international market trends with Le Tong and Ji Dabao when a call from the front desk came through, saying that a Mr. Zhu Zhizhou was requesting a meeting.
Without a second thought, Ji Rui said directly, "Hmm, let him come up."
After hanging up, without waiting for Le Tong and Dabao to ask, he said, "Xiao Yu’s parents and elder brother have arrived!"
Le Tong and Ji Dabao exchanged a smile, "Finally, they’ve come to confront us!"
"Yes!" Ji Rui nodded, "Do you two want to stay? Or are you not interested in seeing them?"
Le Tong and Dabao replied in unison, "Of course we’ll stay!"
The three of them moved together to the reception room, instructed the secretary to serve a good tea, and asked the secretary to prepare some snacks and fruits as well.
So when Zhu Zhizhou, his son, and Chen Jing arrived at the president’s reception room and saw this complete hospitality, they were extremely surprised.
Of course, they hoped to be treated well, because the more courteous the Ji Family was, the more they stood to gain.
However, with Young Master Yan first, and Ji Huan later, both had given them a hard time, so they didn’t dare to hope for any kindness from the Ji Family.
Therefore, seeing a table of steaming tea and snacks and fruits, how could they not be surprised?
"Mr. Ji, President Le, Eldest Young Master Ji, it’s been a while, how are you?!"
The Zhu family was actually quite familiar with the Ji family, after all, Mingxuan and the Ji Family had been doing business together for over ten years.
The Ji family members shook hands with the Zhu father and son and Chen Jing, and after a round of courteous and insincere pleasantries, they all took their seats.
Zhu Zhizhou was no longer using a wheelchair, but his hand was still in a cast, supported by a sling around his neck.
"Mr. Zhu, I’m sorry, my son Ji Huan is young and impulsive, and mistakenly injured you like this. He returned yesterday, and I’ve already reprimanded him. As for the medical expenses, Mr. Zhu, please don’t worry, we will take care of them."
Unlike the aggressive demeanor of Ji Huan, the typically decisive and resolute President Ji was now very humble, as if the conflict between Ji Huan and Zhu Zhizhou was entirely Ji Huan’s fault.
Zhu Zhizhou was slightly taken aback. He had been prepared to apologize first with a humble attitude, then bring up the matter between his daughter and Ji Huan, hoping that they could finalize the engagement matter.
As for the bride price, since it’s a matter of face, he believed that a prominent family like the Ji Family would not offer something small.
But now, with Ji Rui lowering his posture first, he wasn’t sure how to respond.
One must know, Ji Rui was different from Ji Huan. No matter how low Ji Rui’s attitude was, Zhu Zhizhou dared not be presumptuous. Ji Rui was known for his ruthless and decisive methods, and now that he was smiling, who knew what schemes were hidden behind it?
"Mr. Ji, I’m embarrassed to bring this up. It was my fault, being senile, speaking too harshly to Young Master Ji and upsetting him. This was entirely my fault, not Young Master Ji’s. I deserve it, even if I break a hand or a foot."
Ji Rui held his cup and paused for a moment, "Oh, is that how it is? I thought my young Ji Huan had impulsively injured you, Mr. Zhu!"
Ji Rui’s "I thought" felt like two heavy slaps, hitting Zhu Zhizhou hard in the face.
Zhu Zhizhou looked embarrassed, "No, no, no, it wasn’t Young Master Ji’s fault. It’s my senility!"
Even if he resented Ji Huan in his heart, it couldn’t outweigh the great hope Ji Huan brought him.
Admitting one’s senility wasn’t a hard thing to do.
The key was to please all the members of the Ji Family, then Xiao Yu’s marriage could proceed smoothly, and matters regarding the bride price and future would be easier to discuss.
Ji Dabao, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly got up and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Zhizhou.
"Mr. Zhu, there’s one thing I still don’t understand."
Zhu Zhizhou maintained a smiling face, "Haha, whatever confusion Eldest Young Master Ji has, feel free to ask, feel free to ask."
Ji Dabao glanced lightly at Zhu Zhizhou and his son, speaking slowly.
"I’m most familiar with my brother’s character. He’s indeed a fierce one, but he wouldn’t hit someone for no reason! I know he always hates evil as if it were a bitter enemy and is very protective. Anyone he hits is either a heinous scumbag or someone who has hurt someone he loves. Mr. Zhu, although you’re senile, you wouldn’t cross my brother’s bottom line."
Suddenly drenched in cold sweat, Zhu Zhizhou realized that as expected, it was hard to deal with the Ji family. They seemed amiable on the surface, but in reality, they were making him confess all his crimes and forcing him to stick his head in a guillotine just to satisfy them!
"Haha, Eldest Young Master Ji, you are exaggerating. Young Master Ji didn’t really intend to find me. It’s my impulsiveness that made me reach for Young Master Ji’s arm, maybe he misunderstood and thought I wanted to hit him, so he pushed me hard. This injury, it’s just an accident, yes, an accident, something that Young Master Ji didn’t intend."
Zhu Zhizhou, with beads of sweat on his forehead, tried his best to mediate and say good things, hoping to pass over that day’s events and smoothly talk about Xiao Yu and Ji Huan’s marriage.
But the more he wanted to move past it, the less it went as he wished with the Ji family.
Ji Dabao lifted his eyelids to glance at Zhu Zhizhou’s playful face, "An accident? I don’t think so. My brother has trained in martial arts since childhood and knows his strength well, whether it’s a small lesson or a real hit, he knows precisely! Mr. Zhu, is your hand broken? If my brother broke someone’s hand, it means that person deserved it!"
Pushed to such a point by a young man in his twenties, Zhu Zhizhou was naturally angry.
But what use was anger?
Now, he was hoping to gain more benefits from the Ji family.
So he decided to endure this momentary humiliation.
Thinking this, Zhu Zhizhou gritted his teeth, stood up, and bowed slightly to Ji Dabao, "Eldest Young Master Ji, it was I, Zhu Zhizhou, who was senile, I deserve punishment and death, Young Master Ji is not at fault at all."
Ji Dabao looked at him coldly, letting out a sneer, "Heh, I want to hear, what punishment do you deserve, what death do you deserve? Ji Huan is my brother, and I should clarify the reasoning, otherwise people would say I’m covering up, right?"
