Chapter 41 Breakdown.

Zhang, the assistant, made a swallowing motion.

Who could understand it? Mr. Chen’s face was hanging with a sinister smile, as cold as the ice blade in the depths of winter, sending shivers down one’s spine.

What on earth was the little ancestor of the Qin family up to?

In just a few seconds, Chen Yu returned to his gentle and noble gentlemanly appearance, as if the gloomy smile had never appeared on his face.

His voice was rich and magnetic, like the slow playing of a cello.

“Let’s go, to the meeting.”

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The summit began, and everyone gradually took their seats in the arc-shaped arrangement.

Pei Que had something to attend to, Qin’s family was represented by Qin Family, and Chen’s family was represented by Chen Yu.

As the top figures in the business circle, the three families were naturally arranged in the central positions. However, after Chen Yu arrived, the seat with Qin Weizhao’s name on it was empty.

He sat down, his long legs crossed, hands folded in front of him, exuding a mature and restrained masculine aura, calm and composed.

Old Master Qin Boyan sat next to him, and he asked in a gentle voice, “Uncle, why isn’t Weizhao here?”

Qin Boyan had a mix of fear and admiration for Chen Yu, and he replied, “This girl can’t stay still, finds it too boring, and is resting upstairs.”

Chen Yu nodded, silent.

The meeting proceeded, and as it progressed, it was Chen Yu’s turn to take the stage.

He stood up, walked to the front of the stage, his distinct fingers tapping on the microphone, then spoke.

He had changed his clothes.

This was Qin Weizhao’s first reaction when she watched the live broadcast upstairs, feeling a hint of sweetness in her heart.

She had to get this abstinent old man tonight.

She looked up at the girl’s figure in the full-length mirror:

Black nightgown, two thin straps loosely hanging on her delicate shoulders, the bandeau design lifting her rounded and full chest, the skirt barely covering her hips.

The fair and tender skin contrasting with the dark fabric, coupled with the innocent sweet face, was simply deadly.

Qin Weizhao carefully admired it, then looked at the man talking on the phone, suddenly flashing through a few hot scenes in her mind, her ears feeling hot, her round toes curling.

Don’t hesitate, don’t be nervous.

Take a deep breath.

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At this moment, Chen Yu on the stage, his phoenix eyes scanning everyone present, the man who had just talked with Qin Weizhao suddenly stood up, bent over, and walked out of the hall.

Zhang, the assistant, lowered his head more and more, not daring to look directly at Chen Yu beside him.

Just as the contraceptives were brought in, this man left.

Anyone would think there was something fishy between them.

So, he watched helplessly as Chen Yu compressed the speech that was supposed to last three minutes into half a minute, then nodded slightly after finishing speaking, took a step, and left the conference hall directly.

The people below didn’t notice any clues, as Chen Yu was always good at disguising himself.

However, once out of the conference hall, the eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were dark and deep, like a cold and cruel beast in the dark night.

Qin Weizhao was unaware of this, as she was currently at the bar in her suite, holding a glass of sparkling wine in one hand and playing with two small square boxes on the table with the other.

The phone lay quietly beside her, showing the surveillance of the top floor corridor.

She had turned on the surveillance after seeing the man leave on the live broadcast, planning to go over when Chen Yu returned.

Realizing the plan was about to start, she could only pour herself some wine to suppress her pounding heart.

Chen Yu’s figure quickly entered her sight, his movements seeming urgent.

Swipe the card, enter the room.

The time had come.

Qin Weizhao jumped off the bar stool, suddenly feeling a bit at a loss. After adjusting her clothes, making sure she was ready, she grabbed the two boxes on the table and walked quickly to the door.

“Bang—”

“Ah!”

As soon as the door opened, there was a sudden dull thud in the corridor, followed by a sharp female voice.

Qin Weizhao paused and instinctively closed the door.

She turned and ran to check the surveillance on her phone.

In the clear footage, Chen Yu’s face was cold and ruthless, his eyes churning with a bloodthirsty surge. In front of him, a disheveled woman was curled up on the ground, looking miserable.

It seemed like… she had been kicked against the corridor wall and then slammed to the ground.

Her pupils trembled. She had never seen Chen Yu like this before. His usually gentle eyes now seemed like a bottomless abyss, looking at the woman as if she were a lifeless object.

The woman, barely clothed, lifted her head. Qin Weizhao’s eyelids twitched. Wasn’t this the woman who had previously held his jacket? Her attire and appearance clearly indicated…

They were colleagues!

Seeing the woman’s fate, Qin Weizhao decisively put an end to her plan of seduction. It was too tragic, too dangerous. She couldn’t go through with it.

She swallowed nervously. Before she could fully swallow, the man’s sudden gaze towards the camera caught in her throat, forcing her to cough repeatedly.

Even though they were separated by the camera, she still found his gaze too intimidating.

Soon, a WeChat message popped up on her phone.

Sent by Chen Yu.

She trembled as she opened it:

【Weizhao, be good, come out.】

The tone was as gentle as ever, but it sent a chill down her spine.

She was about to refuse when another message popped up:

【Don’t let Uncle Chen come in to find you, come out on your own, okay.】

“Knock, knock,” a knocking sound was heard, making Qin Weizhao startle.

Chen Yu was acting too strangely tonight. She instinctively wanted to escape, but she clearly had nowhere to run.

Taking the opportunity he gave her to come out on her own, she quickly put on a bathrobe to conceal her intentions. In her haste, the two small boxes were accidentally dropped outside the bathroom door.

“Drip—” the sound of the room card being sensed suddenly rang out.

In her urgency, she quickly picked them up and put them in the bathrobe pocket.

“Weizhao, what are you doing?” The man’s voice almost reached her as she was putting them away.

With slightly disheveled breathing, she forced herself to respond calmly, “I-I’m, I’m taking a bath.”

He looked at the bathroom behind her, where there was no mist of steam.

She was lying.

“You don’t like bathrobes, why are you wearing one?” His tone was gentle and calm, as if casually inquiring.

Qin Weizhao’s mind was in a tangle, unable to come up with an excuse.

He stepped forward, closing in step by step. Qin Weizhao backed against the wall behind her, watching him approach, feeling flustered and trying to move away.

But in that split second, her bathrobe got caught on something, and as she turned, it was completely stripped off her body.

The items in her pocket spilled onto the floor, making a “clatter” sound.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Qin Weizhao closed her eyes in evasion, with only one thought in her mind.

It’s over.

Chen Yu stood in place, looking at the bathrobe hanging to the side, her rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, and large expanse of fair skin fully exposed. A flicker of dark fire surged in his eyes, and as he saw what was on the ground, his temples throbbed.

His expression turned grim, a smirk playing on his lips, “Weizhao, you’re really beautiful. Who are you dressing up for, hmm?”

Qin Weizhao’s toes curled in one place, her eyes tightly shut.

Whether it was the alcohol getting to her head or the man’s tone not being particularly harsh at the moment, she was suddenly overtaken by a strange courage that controlled her thoughts.

She lifted her eyelids, broke free from the arm that had been hidden in the bathrobe, and took a bold step forward.

Under Chen Yu’s gaze, she directly wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed, and pressed her lips firmly against his.

At the moment their lips touched, Qin Weizhao almost went weak in the knees.

Realizing Chen Yu didn’t resist, she took advantage and stepped on his shoes, pressing her soft body tightly against his.

Their lips ground and nibbled.

Chen Yu’s breath mingled with the scent of alcohol, burning into a desire-filled dragon that enveloped her.