The CEO’s Dancing Wife – Part Two

Zhang Rong took a slow bite of lamb, his expression half-smiling, “Since when did I hear of an investor writing a plan to apply for investment?” Fang Junjie raised an eyebrow, “First, Tangli is a high-performance stock; many want to invest. We can’t just accept any money. Second, your ‘super brain trust’ could help plan our future. I believe Tangli has great potential.” Zhang Rong nodded, then, as if remembering something, said sternly, “You keep saying ‘we, we,’ but as far as I know, you don’t have any shares in Tangli. What are you up to?” Fu Xiaotang, though not fully understanding, chimed in, “Uncle, actually, the first funding for Tangli came from the bonus Azun gave me, and he also helped secure the prime location at Lan Gui Fang. He’s our unofficial strategist. Without him, there would be no Tangli today.” Fang Junjie’s eyes sparkled with feigned tears, then he took Xiaotang’s hand and placed it on his chest, “Xiaotang, my dear, you truly understand my heart.” Seeing Fang Junjie’s shameless display in front of Zhang Rong and his sister, Fu Xiaotang decided to play along, feigning annoyance, “Yes, even this spicy pot you’re enjoying was developed with Azun’s help.” “Oh?” Zhang Rong was intrigued. “Azun is excellent with guns and knives; I didn’t know he was interested in cooking too.” Even Zhang Yindi and Fang Junjie looked curious. Fu Xiaotang, with an air of wronged innocence, recounted, “It was when Azun was mad at me, ignoring me. While I was preparing the pot base, I accidentally poured hot oil on my hand. In that moment of pain, I got an inspiration…” After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Rong glared at Fang Junjie, “You told me you’d be good to Xiaotang, and this is how you do it? She got burned because of you. How can I trust her to you?”