Unless Di Wei intentionally deceived Huo Ai? Deceiving her about the fact that Wutang Boss and tutor Zhao Han are a couple? There’s no need.
“What’s wrong? Is it a big blow?” The car turned towards the building’s basement.
After Huo Ai turned off the engine, she didn’t get out immediately.
Instead, she watched Dong Enyu, who had been silent beside her.
Her slightly thin face made her look haggard.
“Is it because you wanted to get close to the Boss but someone beat you to it, or because Zhao Han was taken first?” She posed a multiple-choice question for Dong Enyu to choose from.
However, the woman closed her eyes, not finding it as difficult to decide as imagined.
“Both, I guess.” After opening her eyes again, Dong Enyu chose all of the above.
But the reason for her inner exhaustion, she wouldn’t say.
“You better not have any bad ideas.
Those two are not people you should mess with.” Huo Ai advised kindly.
She knew Dong Enyu’s temperament and had witnessed her reckless behavior.
To get what she wanted, she would risk her life.
If not for the favor of Lady Luck, she would have died hundreds of times by now.
Hearing this, Dong Enyu understood Huo Ai’s sincere advice.
She covered the bracelet given by Luo Ye with one hand and heard Huo Ai open the door and get out of the car.
In her peripheral vision, the woman in a cheongsam glanced at Dong Enyu’s actions and left without a word.
It wasn’t until the woman’s figure disappeared behind the elevator that Dong Enyu relaxed and leaned back against the seat.
“Here, there’s no one I want to mess with.” This sentence had been stuck in Dong Enyu’s heart for a long time, but this truth could only be spoken to herself…
…
Two days later in the afternoon, Dong Enyu received a surprising phone call, which is why she found herself in a private room at the North District entertainment center during work hours.
On the soft sofa, Dong Enyu casually unbuttoned her trench coat and draped it over the back of the chair, leisurely adjusting her posture.
She spread the contract from her briefcase on the table, ready for a long talk.
“Listen up, without my permission, no one is allowed on the second floor.” Outside the door, Di Wei’s voice was quite clear.
When he opened the door and walked in, Dong Enyu saw five bodyguards behind Di Wei walking away towards the stairs, seemingly given an eviction order.
Wutang Young Master didn’t seem to like being monitored.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Di.” Dong Enyu stood up and bowed slightly to the young man.
“Mm, no need to be so formal, it’s just the two of us here.” Di Wei waved his hand, indicating that Dong Enyu shouldn’t be too respectful.
This meeting was initiated by Di Wei, who emphasized that only Dong Enyu was allowed to participate…
“Thank you, Mr. Di.” Dong Enyu smiled faintly, understanding that this wasn’t a trap but rather settling old scores.
Di Wei loosened his tie and unbuttoned the front of his shirt, revealing his firm chest.
Unfortunately, his skin was a bit too pale, lacking the charm a man should have.
Dong Enyu looked up, meeting Di Wei’s gaze.
The man, noticing her eyes, showed a proud expression, seemingly full of confidence in himself.
Like a child showing off, his eyes sparkled…
“I’ve seriously considered your proposal last time,” Di Wei picked up the contract and casually flipped through a few pages.
“Since you’re so sincere in wanting to cooperate with us, wouldn’t it be rude not to give a beautiful lady some face?” He smiled crookedly, looking like a playboy who had been around the block, so slick.
Though it was phrased as a question, Dong Enyu already understood the Boss’s meaning.
She proactively took out a pen and pushed it forward.
Seeing this, Di Wei smiled and took the pen, signing the contract with a flourish, then pocketed the pen…
“Now that the business is done, can we chat about some gossip?” Di Wei sprawled on the sofa, casually pulling out a cigarette and offering one to Dong Enyu.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.
Your story was widely publicized in the hall.
Honestly, you’re quite a legendary figure.”
Dong Enyu took a cigarette but played with it between her fingers.
“The Boss flatters me.”
A legendary figure? Probably not quite.
Snap—
As if a turning point, the atmosphere changed the moment the lighter ignited.
“You and Zhao Han are quite close,” Di Wei’s youthful face twisted slightly, “and you’ve slept together, right?” White smoke rose, and after it dissipated, Dong Enyu across from him was finally visible.
The woman’s fingers paused in playing with the cigarette, her gaze slightly upward, her faint smile unchanged.
Still calm.
“That’s right.” She had indeed slept with Zhao Han, whether forced or willing, it had happened.
She had gotten involved with Wutang Boss’s woman.
Faced with Dong Enyu’s words, Di Wei was visibly taken aback.
He had expected her to keep denying it, not to be so honest.
“Ahem,” Di Wei awkwardly cleared his throat a few times, laughing, “You know, my status doesn’t allow me to be with Zhao Han 24/7, nor can we date like ordinary couples, so I can understand her feeling lonely.
Besides, doing it with a woman won’t get her pregnant…”
Hearing this, Dong Enyu took out a lighter from her pocket and lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag.
“Little fun between women, I won’t mind too much.” Di Wei shrugged, then put away his smile and said lightly, “But I hope from now on, you won’t have any more dealings with Zhao Han.” Before he stepped forward, he could allow Zhao Han to be close with friends, but now that he’s out of the shadows, he can’t let Zhao Han continue to have excessive interactions with people from Haijiao.
Cooperation should look like cooperation.
“Regarding that, Mr. Di, you don’t need to worry,” Dong Enyu extinguished the cigarette she had only taken two drags from, sat up straight, and smiled.
“If I said I was willing to attach myself to so many women for the Boss, just to sit here today and have a one-on-one conversation with you, would you be moved?” She wasn’t lying; all of this was for Wutang Boss.
Di Wei took a drag from his cigarette, mimicking Dong Enyu by extinguishing it.
If a mature and charming woman, after experiencing all tragedies and life crises, confessed that she did all this just for one thing, to meet you and have a few words alone, wouldn’t you be moved?
“Really?” Di Wei squinted, scrutinizing the woman in front of him.
Her wavy long hair draped over her shoulders, a well-fitted yet elegant light-colored suit, a sexy and soft figure, smiling eyes, slightly upturned lips, bright but not ostentatious lipstick, alluring perfume, Dong Enyu, who once worked as a hostess at Wutang Star Diamond, later moved to Coral Reef Group, is now a partner who can sit on equal footing with him…
“Absolutely.” A gentle sentence, enough to make a man fall into a tender trap.
Di Wei’s face lit up with a smile, taking a bottle of red wine from the table and opening it with a laugh, “Not just moved? Even heartened.”
Taking the wine glass handed by Di Wei, Dong Enyu stood up but was pulled back by the man, almost stumbling into a kiss, but she deftly turned her head to avoid it.
Heartened?
Better not.
“A woman’s nose is very sensitive,” Dong Enyu slightly pushed Di Wei away, raising her glass to toast the man, “If Zhao Han catches a whiff of anything, I’ll be in trouble.” She already bore many accusations and didn’t need another, especially when the subject was Wutang Boss’s woman, someone she couldn’t afford to offend.
“True.” Initially rejected, Di Wei’s face darkened, but after hearing Dong Enyu’s explanation, he accepted it gladly.
Zhao Han is a meticulous woman.
If she wanted to catch someone cheating, no one could surpass her…
Although Dong Enyu was quite curious about the relationship between Di Wei and Zhao Han, she suppressed her gossiping urge and enjoyed her wine leisurely.
Asking more would be pointless.
“Later, I have to attend a party with Zhao Han.
If she finds out I met you privately, she might flip out.” Di Wei’s helpless tone was like a husband complaining about a clingy wife, a sweet burden.
Dong Enyu nodded, not responding.
From her observation, during their last meeting, Zhao Han and Di Wei didn’t have much intimate interaction.
If Huo Ai hadn’t pointed out that they were a couple, Dong Enyu might have just assumed Zhao Han was the Boss’s assistant.
The relationship between them was truly baffling.
After all, the relationship between Zhao Han and her was also quite…
Twisted.
“If you can’t make it in Haijiao, you can consider coming back to Wutang.” Di Wei’s words brought Dong Enyu back to her senses.
Return to Wutang?
Dong Enyu once thought she misheard, but seeing Di Wei raise his eyebrows, she understood she hadn’t.
“Sorry, I think you haven’t forgotten that I’m the one who killed Qi Ge, right?” The unfounded accusation now served as a suitable refusal.
“It’s just killing one or two people, what’s the big deal? The hall is full of people who kill to seize power, it’s nothing,” Di Wei said casually, with an indifferent expression, as if discussing the weather, “Anyway, I’ll give you a chance.
Whether you want to come back or not is up to you.
Having you in the hall certainly makes things lively.”
Those events that made Dong Enyu bleed all became Wutang Boss Di Wei’s after-dinner conversation…
“Thank you, Boss.” The woman smiled in gratitude, not wanting to argue.
“Alright, you can go now,” Di Wei tossed the pen back to Dong Enyu, then downed his glass of red wine, “I’ll arrange another meeting when I have time.
In the meantime, you and Manager Huo should handle the goods.
I hope your stuff won’t disappoint me.”
Dong Enyu packed up the documents and pen, not wanting to say any more flattering words, she simply bid farewell and left the entertainment center.
Walking along the corridor, she passed by men and women indulging in pleasure.
Some were talking and laughing, drinking and singing, enjoying the moment…
Others were crying and making a fuss, shouting hoarsely, carefree…
Stepping out the main door, the ordinary street scene came into view, as if returning to the human world.
The feeling of falling back into reality was somewhat uncomfortable.
Dong Enyu tightened her grip on the briefcase in her arms. On a winter night, the cold wind made her feel a bit lost.
Was this meeting good or bad? Meeting with WutangBoss behind Huo Ai’s back…
“TAXI!” Dong Enyu stepped onto the street and casually hailed a cab.
As the car door closed, Dong Enyu stopped thinking about it.
The weight of the briefcase in her hand hadn’t changed, but it made her mood increasingly heavy.
“To Haijiao Headquarters, please.
Thank you.”
