The obsessive CEO's white moonlight is me

Chapter 112 Means

They sat quietly facing each other, with the dining table in the center of the living room in front of them. Soft light shone on them, illuminating their slightly shy and expectant faces.

She smiled, her gaze fixed on him as he ate his noodles with relish.

That steaming bowl of fragrant noodles was made by her skillful hands.

At that moment, her heart was filled with joy and satisfaction, and she said softly, "Is it really that delicious? Eat slowly."

Hearing her concerned words, he slowly raised his head. At that moment, their eyes met, and his eyes were filled with endless tenderness and affection.

A slight smile played on his lips as he replied in a deep, firm voice, "This is the best noodles I've ever eaten in my life, bar none. Just because you made them for me yourself."

In that instant, time seemed to freeze. The whole world consisted only of the two of them, and the warmth and love that filled the air.

Their figures were frozen in time, creating a beautiful and moving picture, as if they would remain forever in this moment, becoming an eternal and beautiful memory.

Joey looked at him, a pang of sadness welling up inside her, but she didn't show it, maintaining her smiling expression.

He was a wealthy young man from a prominent family. Just because he saved him, he became entangled with him, and now, because of him, his family had severed all financial ties with him.

"You... don't you hate me at all? Xie Huaijin, I've caused you to lose your most important source of income, and now you're hitting walls everywhere you look for a job. Aren't you sad...?"

Xie Huaijin gently put down his chopsticks and reached out to hold Qiao Yi's hand.

“Fool, how could I hate you? Losing that money is only temporary, and the time I spent with you is more precious than any wealth.”

Joey's eyes reddened slightly. "But I feel very guilty. I feel like I'm a burden to you."

Xie Huaijin gently stroked her cheek with his other hand. "You know what? When I first saw you, the feeling of being moved was unprecedented. Money can be earned back, but if you're gone, my heart will be empty. As for my family, they will understand my choice sooner or later."

Joey couldn't hold back her tears. "Why are you so good to me?"

He pulled her into his arms. "Because I love you, it's that simple. As long as we work together, things will get better. I can support you; I have some savings, and I'm looking for a suitable business opportunity." Joey leaned against him, feeling his strong heartbeat, her heart filled with emotion and happiness. She secretly vowed to stay with him through all the difficulties.

Fu Shiyue had an important business deal to discuss, so he personally drove to a bar called Soho Bar.

After he parked the car steadily, he opened the door and walked with a steady and powerful gait toward the bar, which was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Stepping into the bar, one sees strangers sitting in small groups, conversing quietly, or alone in a corner, savoring their drinks. Each is absorbed in their own world, occasionally letting out a soft laugh, sometimes lost in thought. The air is filled with a faint scent of tobacco and various perfumes, creating a sense of inexplicable relaxation and comfort.

Those who don't know, he came here for leisure, he came here to discuss business.

I don't know what those old guys were thinking. Why do they have to meet in such a noisy private room instead of a quiet place to discuss business?

He really is an old man.

At this moment, the singer's highly infectious voice rang out from the stage. The melodious tune flowed through the entire space like a gentle stream, softly touching the hearts of everyone present.

The singers performed one moving song after another with deep emotion, as if telling untold stories through music.

Just as Fu Shiyue narrowed his eyes slightly, reveling in the beautiful singing, a well-trained waiter quickly stepped forward and respectfully said, "Mr. Fu, this way please."

After saying that, the waiter turned slightly to the side, extended his right hand in an elegant gesture of courtesy, and led Fu Shiyue toward the reserved private room.

Entering the private room

Upon entering the private room, Fu Shiyue found several well-dressed business partners seated inside. He quickly composed himself, a confident and composed smile appearing on his face.

"Mr. Fu, we've been waiting for you today." One of the middle-aged men stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, please have a seat." Fu Shiyue calmly took his seat.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group got down to business.

The cooperation terms offered by the other party seemed generous, but they concealed a hidden agenda. Fu Shiyue remained calm and analyzed the pros and cons one by one, drawing on his years of business experience.

"President Fu, the profits from this project would be immeasurable if it succeeds," someone tried to persuade him.

Fu Shiyue picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

"Gentlemen, this plan seems good on the surface, but there are significant risks here, here, and here. If we are to cooperate, these terms need to be renegotiated. We are talking business, but we also need to maximize our own interests."

The crowd's expressions changed slightly, and they exchanged glances.

Just then, Fu Shiyue's phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID, then stood up and said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call."

After leaving the private room, Fu Shiyue went to a quieter corner to answer the phone.

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Fu, our investigation has revealed that this cooperation was a trap set by our rival company to drag you into it and leave you with huge debts."

Fu Shiyue frowned and snorted coldly: "As expected, he has no good intentions."

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"Hmph!" One of the younger men said with a disdainful look, lowering his voice, "Does this Fu Shiyue really think he's someone special? He always thinks he's so clever. I think he's going to suffer a big loss this time and take a big tumble!"

After saying that, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gloating smile.

"I want to ruin his reputation and see if he can still be so arrogant."

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man carefully took out a small bottle from his pocket and gently unscrewed the cap.

In the dim light, you can see that the bottle contains some white granular medicine.

He pinched a pill between his fingers and slowly placed it into the wine glass in front of Fu Shiyue.

The tiny white granule dissolved instantly upon falling into the glass, making it completely invisible; it was still a glass of wine.

Fu Shiyue hung up the phone, straightened his clothes, and walked back to the private room with his usual composure.

Everyone looked at him with varying expressions. Fu Shiyue straightened his clothes and sat down.

"Everyone, please begin to state your demands. What are they?"

Upon hearing Fu Shiyue's words, one of the men spoke up:

"President Fu, I still stand by my previous opinion. We need to be cautious about this project. If we invest and suffer huge losses, you may be very wealthy, but we don't have that kind of cash flow, do we?"

Fu Shiyue raised an eyebrow slightly. "So? You mean you want to change the investment ratio? To make me take on more risk?"

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

Then, Fu Shiyue picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.