Unlike her fiery reaction, Wei Zhenghai remained calm, which made him even more dangerous and threatening.
“He’s not worth your effort.”
Xiao Chu met his gaze, and his cold, almost ruthless eyes stunned her.
“Let me handle it.”
Wang Youxiang disappeared within a few hours of his arrogance.
However, the event was far from subsiding.
Although Wei Zhenghai had dealt with Wang Youxiang, the entire Wang family mobilized. Under monetary temptation, anyone within thirteen degrees of kinship to Wang Jinqiang wanted to benefit from Qiu Xiaochu.
They couldn’t get on TV but lingered around Yihai Group and New Chuan Mansion like rascals, one after another, with greedy faces that disgusted people.
Wei Zhenghai came forward to suppress all media.
His usually elegant self now unleashed furious power, using high-pressure methods to stop related news, accelerating Yihai Group’s move into entertainment information, and advancing the plan to enter various media sectors years ahead of schedule.
In other words, if the media made Xiao Chu’s life difficult, he would rise above and control the media’s narrative.
The media’s voice was blocked by him and could only subside, but the greedy Wang family members still hovered nearby.
Xiao Chu realized that her existence was an absolute trouble for him.
As long as she was by his side, the entire despicable Wang family would have reason to cling to him like leeches.
Wei Zhenghai had said: “Nothing matters except death.”
Pondering this sentence repeatedly, Xiao Chu made her final decision.
Wei Zhenghai returned to the apartment after work and immediately noticed the atmosphere was very different from before.
He heard the sound of music and smelled the aroma of food. Following the fragrance to the dining room, he saw two sumptuous dinners on the marble table, with two spiral pink candles burning in the center.
“What day is it today?” he suddenly froze.
Time seemed to flow backward, returning to a period without media clamor, only more romantic tonight.
Suddenly he looked up, and Xiao Chu appeared in the flickering flame.
She was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, hands in her pockets, walking barefoot.
“What’s going on?” he asked, feeling something was a bit strange.
“Atmosphere, haven’t you ever thought about having a candlelit dinner with me?” she pouted.
Wei Zhenghai studied her expression. Xiao Chu puffed out her cheeks, seeming dissatisfied with his lack of surprise.
