Zhou Qing was never a good person, but aside from the disgust he felt for being betrayed, he didn’t hold any real grudge against Zheng Gongdong.

What that meant was, he could mess around with anyone to get under Zheng Gongdong’s skin, and he could easily stop taking Zheng Gongdong seriously. But there was no need to escalate things to the point of betraying the company or the position he was still working under.

After all, he was still working under Zheng Gongdong.

He wasn’t the type to let personal matters cloud his professional judgment.

So, Zhou Qing watched He Shou, who was laughing with great joy, while Zhang Shirui awkwardly brought over the water, his face smiling like a loyal dog. “Drink a sip, just a sip…”

Zhou Qing found it even funnier. He took the cup, tossed it onto the table, and without saying a word, nodded toward Zhang Shirui before heading out the door.

Zhang Shirui quickly followed, his steps frantic, like a dog chasing after a big bone, desperate and relentless.

To visit his ex at the hospital, Zhou Qing made a detour to a flower shop that had no connection to anything, casually buying a bunch of white chrysanthemums. When he reached the hospital room, he cheerfully took Zhang Shirui’s hand, making Zhang, who had planned to appear all cool and composed in front of his rival, lose all sense of direction. By the time they entered the room, he was a little dizzy.

As soon as Zheng Gongdong saw them enter, his handsome face turned as cold as the Arctic. Zhou Qing ignored him, casually sat down next to the bed, and tossed the white chrysanthemums onto the side of the bed. He didn’t even glance at the young man standing next to Zheng Gongdong. With a smiling face, he looked at Zheng Gongdong and said, “Boss, just came to check on you. Looks like those bullets didn’t take you down, huh?”

His tone was too casual, and the expressions of Zheng Gongdong’s subordinates all changed. They had no idea what Zhou Qing was actually thinking.

No one had ever really understood Zhou Qing before, and that was still the case now.

He played by his own rules. You’d think that after being so devoted to the boss, and having been cast aside, he’d be all resentful and melancholic. But no, just a few days later, he’d managed to seduce the rival’s side, and the way he did it was nothing short of shocking, like an earthquake—people couldn’t believe their eyes.

And Zhang Shirui? He was an old rival. True, the guy wasn’t much on his own, but no one could overlook his father’s immense power. Sure, Zhang was a bit lacking in skill compared to their boss, but when it came to connections, his background was just as formidable.

When it came to a fight, it was hard to tell who would end up truly dead and who would survive.

Now, their boss had been shot, yet Zhang Shirui was acting like nothing happened. What could their boss do about it?

After all, their boss had been the one to stir up the trouble in the first place. When things turned sour, he had to own up to it.

Now, with Zhou Qing here, they couldn’t do much. Seeing how he carried himself, they couldn’t bring themselves to lay a hand on the people he brought with him. Brother Zhou was like a venomous snake—if he decided to strike, there was no hesitation; he’d bite hard enough to kill.

Their boss’s current situation was the clearest possible lesson.

Zhang Shiru stood beside Zhou Qing like a loyal dog, not bothering to assert any dominance over the situation, completely absorbed in watching Zhou Qing. For the time being, no one dared make a move against him.

Zheng Gongdong was seething with anger, but he restrained himself, holding back his fury. He struggled to control the urge to shoot Zhang Shirui, that annoying dog, and the man who had turned his heart to ice.

Zhou Qing, seeing Zheng Gongdong’s dark expression, couldn’t help but find it amusing. With this small act of revenge, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

Damn it, he had spent so many years with Zheng Gongdong, risking his life for him—he didn’t want to dwell on those things because they were his own choice. But he couldn’t stand how Zheng Gongdong had betrayed him, messing around behind his back. Zhou Qing had told him a hundred times: ‘If you have any second thoughts, just say the word.’ If Zheng Gongdong didn’t make the decision to leave, Zhou Qing would have ended it himself.

It could have been resolved with just one sentence, but Zheng Gongdong had to disgust him. Now, Zhou Qing couldn’t help but feel justified in his need for revenge

After loving for so many years, and feeling like it was all in vain, it was only natural for Zhou Qing to vent his frustration.

Now, seeing Zheng Gongdong’s lifeless expression and that young man’s delicate looks, what good did it do? Sure, he was young and had a youthful body, but what was that worth? Besides being good for a fleeting moment of pleasure, what else was there?

After all, one couldn’t spend twenty-four hours a day in bed, could they?

Aside from the bed matter, let Zheng Gongdong handle his own mess…

As Zhou Qing thought about it, the sense of satisfaction only grew stronger.

Damn it, he didn’t need to waste any more time on Zheng Gongdong, not even caring if a single strand of hair was harmed. Now, he had his freedom and the time to do whatever he wanted, including finding new lovers and exploring love.

Hey, maybe it was Zheng Gongdong who actually helped him—giving him a chance at a new life.

Thinking about it, Zhou Qing felt that he could afford to be a little more tolerant. So, with a charming smile, he said to Zheng Gongdong, “Alright, let’s leave things here. Don’t send anyone after me anymore. It’s all fine now. I wouldn’t go behind your back and team up with anyone to go after you. I may look down on you, but I wouldn’t sell out the company just to settle our personal issues. From now on, I’ll sleep with whoever I want, and so can you. As for our personal matters, let’s just leave each other to our own business.”

Finally, Zhou Qing said the words ‘the well water does not interfere with the river water’ clearly, one by one. After saying that, he elegantly stood up, casually placed a hand on Zhang Shirui’s shoulder, and with a sense of intimacy, was ready to leave…

He didn’t even spare a glance at Zheng Gongdong’s extremely ugly expression.

After walking out the door, Zhou Qing pulled Zhang Shirui into the next room. Pushing him against the wall, with eyes full of intense spring allure, he lazily commanded the tall man, “Take off your pants…”

“Ah…” Zhang Shirui was stunned.

Zhou Qing laughed, speaking to himself as he said, “It’s more interesting to do it next door than right here…”

The mischievous look in his eyes made Zhang Shirui pause for a moment before quickly acting on Zhou Qing unspoken cue.